Eternal Tale - Chapter 67: Pack up and move officially

I wanted to be the hero but I knew in my bones that I couldn’t.

Ten years after the end of the world I struggled desperately to survive but I fell to my knees in the face of a great destiny.

“If only I were given one more chance.”

And like a miracle, another chance came.

It’s not like before, when I gave up and let go of everything.

I’ve had enough of playing the supporting role, now it’s time to rise above everyone else.

I’ll be the main character and reach for the stars.

Outdated game streamer Fang Zhou was invited to a romance reality show, but he discovered that out of the five female guests on the show, four were his ex-girlfriends whom he had wronged.He told the pure school beauty: “You’re too innocent, I prefer someone more seductive.”He told the top-tier female star: “Your voice is too high-pitched, I prefer a natural one.”…Facing his abnormal ex-girlfriends, Fang Zhou originally just wanted to keep a low profile, but unexpectedly, the audience started shipping him with his ex-girlfriends.The live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed, each episode became explosively popular, and advertisements flooded in.Later, when the ex-girlfriends discovered each other’s identities, he was pressed into a small dark room, looking up at the women’s exquisite faces, and heard them say, “If you don’t behave, we’ll turn you into a specimen, so you’ll never leave us.”Fang Zhou: “I’m doomed, all my wronged ex-girlfriends have turned yandere.”

Rakna was not normal. No, unmistakably not.

Whether it was his appearance, his personality, his abilities, his identity, nothing about him had ever been banal. Was it his choice?

No. He was merely but a tormented soul doing its utmost to live the life it had learned to never enjoy.

Would being picked by a glorified universal abductor calling itself a system bring something out of him?

Would he finally learn to breathe in the pool of blood that suffocated him? The Harvester does not sow, he only collects.

All he has ever known to feel was loss and the only thing he can do is take.

He will devour their hearts and drink their blood if it is what it takes.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.