All Chapters of Surviving World's End : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
13 chapters
Mark
In the D.A.N.U continent, Springdale City.Two women stood near the mouth of a narrow alley, both dressed in dirty, worn-out clothes that looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks."Are you sure this place is safe?" the shorter woman asked quietly while looking around."Yeah." The other woman nodded toward an old three-story building across the street. "Yesterday, I came through here with the others. I saw supplies inside that place."The first woman frowned immediately."Then why didn't you tell the group?"The other woman let out a cold laugh."You serious? If I told them, those bastards would've emptied the place before we even got close." Her face darkened slightly. "And ever since that bald asshole and his people joined us, things have gotten worse."She lowered her voice."You've noticed it too, right? The way they look at women now."The first woman didn't answer.She had noticed.Everyone had.Food was running low. Tempers were getting worse every day. A few people had already
Mark - the fortunate or Unfortunate
"Good morning, Mark. Late again today? The manager's not going to be happy. Third time this week already."Gavin leaned against the office partition with a grin that practically begged to be punched.Mark dropped his bag onto the desk and shot him a tired look."Gavin, quit the sarcasm. Today is the third day of the week. You're acting like I've been late for half the month.""Details." Gavin waved dismissively. "Anyway, the manager's waiting for you."The moment Mark heard those words, his expression stiffened."…You could've led with that."He hurried toward the manager's office like a prisoner marching toward execution.The door shut behind him.A few seconds later, the muffled roar of a middle-aged man echoed through the workplace.Everyone in the office silently lowered their heads and pretended to work harder.After what felt like an eternity, the office door finally opened.Mark stepped out looking like a man who had narrowly escaped death row. His shoulders sagged in relief as he in
the beginning
Mark's POVThree days after my conversation with Grandpa, he passed away peacefully.Well… judging from the lecherous expression frozen on his face, I could tell he probably died while having some dirty dream. Honestly, that old man truly stayed committed to his desires until the very end.The funeral itself was simple. I invited most of the villagers to attend and say a few words about him. But that was a Big mistake.Turns out, not a single one of them had anything good to say about the old geezer. Even worse, during the funeral itself, grown adults were shamelessly asking a thirteen-year-old kid—me—to repay the money my grandparents had borrowed from them.At first, I didn't think much of it. I mean, how much money could two poor old villagers possibly borrow? So I confidently told everyone to give me some time and promised I would repay every single debt. The next day, all the lenders came to my house carrying IOUs.And when I saw the amounts written on themI swear, I nearly died
Shadow mountain - Village of Assassins
Three vehicles were going along a muddy stretch of land up the mountains suddenly came to a stop . " Stop , from here we go on horseback . Get the parcel out of the car ." A burly man , his face covered by a black cloth and his body covered in black tight body hugging clothes said . Six people stepped out of the car wearing similar clothes like the burly man . One of them opened the trunk of one of the cars and took out a person or rather a child from the trunk and put it on his shoulder. " Hey , who are you guys . Why did you suddenly kidnap me . Did that old geezer borrow from you too . Are you trying to harvest my organs . I am telling you it is not use . I have regular stomach aches since I was young , i have asthma too , difficulty in breathing so my lungs are rotten . Grandpa took me to a doctor in the city when I was young , the doctor said that my heart was weak and have multiple defects , so I would not survive after the age of 18 , and my kidneys have problems too. I regu
Shadow mountain - Village of Assassins (2)
The next day after Mark's meeting with the village chief, a new round of chaos erupted throughout the village.Out of nowhere, countless people began appearing at the old couple's house, each claiming to be a long-lost relative. Some called themselves distant cousins, others claimed to be nephews, nieces, or forgotten family members from neighboring villages.Mark was certain of one thing.In the thirteen years he had lived with the old couple, he had never seen a single one of these people before. Not once had the old man or old woman ever mentioned them either.The first two days were exhausting for Mark. From morning till evening, he had to deal with shameless visitors trying every possible trick to establish a connection with the deceased couple.One old man even brought a broken wooden stool, claiming the old man had gifted it to him decades ago as proof of their brotherhood.Mark nearly threw the stool at his head.Unable to handle the situation alone, Mark went to the village c
the talking coin
The alarm never rang.It hadn't in three years.Still, at exactly 5:17 a.m., his eyes opened to the dim gray light leaking through the thin curtains. No panic. No confusion. Just awareness—sharp and immediate, like a blade drawn from its sheath.For a few silent seconds, Matk lay still on the narrow apartment bed, staring at the cracked ceiling above him. The old fan rotated lazily, clicking once every turn. Click. Click. Click.His hand had already moved beneath the pillow before his mind fully caught up.Empty.Right.No gun anymore.The realization came every morning like an old habit refusing to die.Outside, rainwater dripped from rusted balconies onto the alley below. Somewhere nearby, a tea vendor pushed open his cart with a metallic screech. A motorcycle coughed to life. Ordinary sounds. Civilian sounds.Mark sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over the scar crossing on his chest. The room smelled faintly of detergent and cigarette smoke from the neighbor downstairs. On the chair bes
The omen of the apocalypse
After coming out of the bathroom dressed in his work clothes, Mark grabbed the keys from the table, slung his bag over his shoulder, and prepared to leave for work.The talking coin, who called himself Zenith, immediately noticed that Mark was planning to ignore him again."Hey, don't go out alone. Take me with you. I don't want to be left behind in this broken apartment.""If you don't stop yapping, how exactly am I supposed to take you outside with me?" Mark replied irritably. "You do realize I've been hiding from certain people for the past three years, right? Imagine the kind of attention I'd attract if people found out I owned a coin that talks nonsense all day."Hearing that, Zenith paused for a moment before replying in a slightly aggrieved tone."You know I can speak directly into your mind through our telepathic connection. But you threatened to throw me into the bottom of the ocean if I did that all the time, so what choice do I have?"Then, sounding even more wronged, he ad
the final test
Three Years Before the Present DayNine young people stood in silence inside a dimly lit hall.They were dressed entirely in tight black garments, their faces hidden beneath featureless masks. Rows of candles flickered along the stone walls, casting distorted shadows that danced across the chamber.Before them stood a middle-aged man clad in dark robes."You nine are the finest candidates of your generation," he said calmly. "You survived the competition for the position of the Shadow."His sharp gaze swept across them."But there cannot be nine Shadows. Only one may inherit the title."The atmosphere in the hall grew heavier."The rest of you," he continued, "will become the pillars supporting the Shadow Village. Yet before any of you can ascend to the position of Shadow, you must complete one final test."He paused."One final mission."None of the nine moved."The one who successfully completes this mission will become the next Shadow."A faint smile appeared on the man's face."Yo
Orivarion and the Solaris Continent
The world Mark lived in was known as Orivarion—a vast planet divided across ten continents, each shaped by its own powers, conflicts, and histories.Far from the influence of the major nations lay the Solaris Continent.Solaris was known across the world for its brutal terrain. The continent itself was divided into three hostile regions.To the south stretched an endless sea of scorching desert, where violent sandstorms could bury entire convoys within hours.The central region was dominated by colossal mountain ranges that extended from east to west like a frozen wall splitting the continent in half. Temperatures there remained below freezing throughout most of the year.The northern region, however, was different. Vast forests, deep valleys, and towering green mountains covered the land beneath a blanket of mist.Hidden deep within those northern mountains stood Shadow Mountain.Despite Solaris being rich in minerals, rare resources, and undiscovered energy reserves, almost no major
The smug deacon
Mark's boots echoed softly through the underground corridor as he walked alone toward the administrative wing of Shadow Mountain.The mission briefing had ended less than an hour ago, yet the atmosphere across the mountain had already changed.The competition had begun.Even the air itself felt sharper.Disciples hurried through the stone corridors carrying sealed documents, weapons cases, and coded messages. Silent observers lingered in the shadows pretending not to watch the remaining candidates.But Mark knew better.Inside Shadow Mountain, someone was always watching.He eventually stopped before a massive black iron door engraved with the symbol of the organization—a faceless figure standing beneath a crescent moon.The Deacon's Office.Without knocking, Mark pushed the door open and stepped inside.Warm air greeted him immediately, a stark contrast to the freezing corridors outside. The office walls were lined from floor to ceiling with shelves containing scrolls, intelligence f