The Apocalypse Was Just A Game
Language: en
I spent three years developing a fully immersive, hyper-realistic neural-simulation survival game. Inside the simulation, I granted my fiancé the godlike power of raw lightning, capable of obliterating entire hordes with a flick of his wrist. To my best friend, I gifted the ultimate regenerative ability—a touch that could heal mortal wounds and cast unbreakable kinetic shields. For myself, I coded nothing. Zero abilities. Zero combat stats. I made myself the fragile deadweight of the team, the helpless damsel who would have to rely entirely on their devotion. They held my hands and swore…