I should begin the rerelease soon, I'll submit the new fiction today and start after it's approved. I'll leave a window of about three days for everyone to catch up or move over. After everything is confirmed I'll release the final chapter on this account.

  I have changed the name of this book to make it easier for the rewrite. Which will have the original name: Magic Card Apocalypse.

  Author: Sun_Wukong

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  Here's a preview of the final chapter to be released here:

  Somewhere in a seemingly abandoned building, a dusty room lay undisturbed. But if one looked closely—just closely enough—they might notice an absence where dust should be, a faint outline in the grime. At its center, a jagged piece of torn concrete and broken rebar, as if something had been moved… or uncovered.

  Beneath this concrete was a tunnel extending to a large unfinished basement, here lay a survivor group of about two dozen men and women, they were discussing news that had recently caught their attention, being rapidly disseminated by other groups they were in contact with in the area.

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  “Our food will only last a few more days, we need a breaking point, this could be it.”

  Months had passed since the apocalypse began but prior to that the seven day calamities had emptied stores and closed businesses. Even then, what they lived in was but a fragment of the former great city of Monvec.

  “How can we trust that fiend called Greyscale. The evil Grey Shadow he's called by some. He's maimed many for simply mouthing off to him and killed even more. How can we put our trust in someone who treats human life as no more than dirt? Maybe halfway through he'll think us an eyesore and chop off our heads. It's far too dangerous. Besides, even the notice says it's a dangerous job.”

  Although O’Brien wasn't the only superhuman they knew of, he was most certainly the most powerful. None of the other superhumans dared go against him. The corpses of all those who tried was a stark reminder of the terror known as O’Brien.

  “What are we to do then? All the nearby locations have been cleaned out. To get supplies and food we have to go out even farther. Before, that might have been an option but you've heard the stories, the worms and giant beetles are here but farther out there are unique monsters. The further we go the higher the probability we'll encounter them. There have been more and more sightings as of late. Several superhumans have already been killed by them.”

  Their group had also seen one of these beings, albeit from a distance. They were like destruction given form. Even far away their biological instincts screamed of terror. This primal instinct served as a warning — a promise. If they dared go closer, they would die.

  “This fucking world man. Why couldn't it have been a zombie apocalypse? I could handle zombies, a group of us can handle zombies, but these fucking things. Fuck me.”