Squid Game Fanfic

​When the Mana Collapse comes, the surface world will burn. Everyone knows it—except the elites who siphon the realm's energy to fuel their lavish lifestyle, discarding the working class the moment their Mana Veins burn out. ​Han was one of those working-class casualties: a top-tier Logistics and Barrier Strategist betrayed by the High Hero and left for dead. But Han didn't die. Equipped with precise foresight and an intimate understanding of the realm’s architectural flaws, he purchases the dead obsidian mine nobody wants. ​Under the guise of a failing, debt-ridden mining venture, Han recruits the forgotten: blacklisted dwarven blacksmiths, overworked construction laborers, and discarded healers whose mana is deemed "insufficient." Deep below the surface, they aren't just digging for ore; they are constructing Sanctuary—a fully automated, geothermal-powered underground metropolis protected by God-tier mana barriers. ​When the Mana Collapse hits and mutated beasts devour the surface, the corrupt Hero flees underground, demanding absolute control over the last safe zone. He expects a cave full of peasants. Instead, he marches straight into a God-grade kill-zone built by the very people he threw away.

‎My wife died on a Tuesday. ‎ ‎By Friday, her family had sold my daughter. Not for money. For bloodline. Because I gave them a girl, and they wanted a son. ‎ ‎They took her. Changed her name.Then they called me nothing. Tarnished my name. ‎ ‎I lost my job. My home. My reputation. They made sure every door in the city slammed in my face. ‎ ‎So I went where the doors don't exist. ‎ ‎Underground. Illegal. A fighting ring where men die for cash and the winners earn something richer than money: fear. ‎ ‎One fight became ten. Ten became forty. My face is broken. My hands are scarred. But my daughter still calls another man "Dad." ‎ ‎That ends now. ‎ ‎They think I'm scum beneath their shoes. ‎ ‎I'm about to become the most ruthless man this city has ever seen. ‎ ‎

Keenan is trapped in a game created by a father who has a grudge against his son's death. Keenan must win the game in order to save everyone in his city.

Ethan Cole vanished from the city eight years ago, leaving only the stories of a man who had run the streets from the shadows. Now thirty-two, he lives in a lonely street, keeping his younger brother Noah safe from a world he no longer trusted. But when Noah is kidnapped by thesame people he once trusted his life with, Ethan is dragged back into the underworld he swore he’d left behind. Every betrayal is a test of his lethal precision and to save his brother, Ethan must outwit syndicates, assassins, and old allies who had now turned into enemies.

One hundred days before the world ends, Ronan Steele dies. He is betrayed by the people he gave everything to protect. Instead of dying, he wakes up one hundred days in the past. He gets the Future Archive System. This system lets him take one thing from tomorrow every midnight. He can take memories from tomorrow. He can take power from tomorrow. He can take fortune from tomorrow. He can take destiny from tomorrow. As the world rushes to its end, Ronan uses his stolen future to get ready. He prepares for a disaster that no one thinks is coming. Every tomorrow he takes changes what will happen. It erases the future he knew and wakes up enemies that exist outside of time. Ronan must fight to save people. He has to beat an enemy that already won futures.

The apocalypse didn't come with an instruction manual. Good thing Riccardo downloaded the ultimate cheat code. ​Riccardo Gonzales was just a regular college student stressing over a midterm. But when he wakes up to find the streets of Manila burning, mutated horrors tearing through the sky, and his neighbor trying to eat him, his poli-sci degree is officially useless. Trapped on the fourteenth floor, he has only one goal: cross a city of the undead to save his fifteen-year-old sister. ​Then his phone buzzes with an ad for a zombie survival game. One mistaken click changes his reality forever. ​Bound to the Military Survival System, Riccardo is no longer a defenseless civilian. He can track stats, earn gold from kills, and summon an elite squad of heavily armed, fiercely loyal soldiers directly into his living room. When a lucky spin on the daily Fortune Wheel drops a five-million gold jackpot into his lap, Riccardo stops running and starts buying. ​The undead might have the numbers, but Riccardo has the firepower. And he’s about to turn this apocalypse into a tactical warzone.

In the first apocalypse timeline, he trusted the wrong people, gave away what little he had, and was betrayed when food became more valuable than human life. Death came quietly—without heroism, without meaning. Then time rewound. Kyle wakes minutes before the world collapses, reborn with all his memories intact—and a system no one else possesses: the Infinite Supplies System. Food. Water. Weapons. A private Paradise Space untouched by ruin. But abundance comes with a rule carved in cold logic: nothing is free. Supplies can only be unlocked through Emotional Function Points. As cities fall and boys’ survivor zones are wiped out, a sealed girls’ campus becomes an island of desperation. Kyle alone can move freely through the apocalypse. He doesn’t force obedience. He waits. Hunger does the work. Cleaning earns meals. Labor earns water. Emotion—fear, shame, gratitude, desire—determines how much. Six girls stand at the center of this fragile balance: a campus beauty hiding terror behind smiles, an ice-cold strategist who refuses to beg, a fallen heiress desperate to reclaim control, an arrogant provocateur who thrives on chaos, a kind healer who sacrifices herself too easily, and a hardened survivor who refuses to be owned. Between them, alliances form and fracture. Submission becomes strategy. Strategy becomes betrayal. Kyle’s relationships with them are never simple. He is their provider, their ruler, their shield—and, increasingly, their moral problem. As the system rewards cruelty more efficiently than kindness, Kyle begins to realize a terrifying truth: the system doesn’t care about survival. It cares about consumption. When outside survivor factions finally make contact and the system escalates beyond Kyle’s control, he is forced to choose—declare himself sovereign over a starving world, or challenge the very system that keeps everyone alive. And the system is already watching how he decides.

"You used to say a piece of bread was worth more than my life, didn't you? Well, look at me now. I have everything, yet I would rather feed this to my guard dog than toss it to traitors like you. The world has changed, Cindy. In my world, you are not even worth the dust on my shoes." The apocalypse was not the end of everything. It was the beginning of the reckoning of sins. When the black meteor Khamul crashed into the continent of Eldoria, the world transformed into a living hell overnight. Axel Edward was betrayed by his girlfriend for a single piece of moldy bread and thrown into a horde of zombies to die. However, death instead awakened a miracle: the 100x Rebate System. The rule was simple. Give any resource to a woman chosen by the system, and receive a return up to a thousand times over in god-tier quality! Give away a sip of leftover water? Axel received an entire warehouse of pure mineral water. Give away a rusty kitchen knife? Axel received a steel-shattering laser vibration sword. Offer basic shelter? Axel received an invincible divine fortress. While the rest of the world shivered and starved in the dark, Axel was busy figuring out how to finish his fresh Wagyu beef and taking hot baths inside his grand palace. Alongside the goddesses who had sworn absolute loyalty to him, Axel would ascend to the highest throne. To those who betrayed him: prepare to beg for death. To the ruined world: bow down and worship your new ruler.

Kang Min-joon's life is measured in debt. Forty-two million won inherited from a dead father, growing larger every day despite his endless work. When a strange app appears on his phone, it offers an impossible deal: complete deadly tasks in a nightmare dimension, or watch his younger brother suffer the same fate. But the app comes with a twisted gift that makes every conversation a minefield. His lies reshape reality itself, while speaking truth tears him apart from the inside. In a world where honesty can kill and deception becomes law, Min-joon must learn to weaponize his words, survive creatures that shouldn't exist, and discover why he was chosen before the next task claims his life.

Ethan Moore spent ten years being the perfect husband. He worked sixteen hour shifts so his wife Claire could carry designer bags. He paid off his mother in law's credit card debt four times. He covered his brother in law's DUI lawyers, his daughter's private school tuition, and every vacation, every spa trip, every brunch bill that his family racked up without ever once saying thank you. And when he lay dying in a hospital bed with three cracked ribs and a punctured lung, not one of them held his hand. "I called the insurance company this morning. The payout is $750,000, but with the accidental clause, it bumps to 1.2 million." His wife crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone without looking at him once. "What about the stock options from his company? Those vest on death, don't they?" His mother in law leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded. And then his daughter, the girl he carried on his shoulders at county fairs, the girl he stayed up with during thunderstorms, looked up from her phone and said the words that stopped his heart. "You know he's not even my real dad, right? I just want to know if I still get stuff. I really need a new phone." He woke up three years in the past with every memory of his deathbed burned into his brain and a system that returned every dollar he spent tenfold. The man who once apologized to a waiter for sending back cold soup now buys $400,000 suits without blinking. The man who skipped his own father's funeral because his wife said they couldn't afford the flight now carries $20 million in his back pocket. The pushover is dead. And the people who killed him don't even know he's coming.