Read the full version 👉🏻👉🏻
My stepsister stole my mother's divine bracelet, my family betrayed me, and I died at the hands of the monsters. But when I opened my eyes, I had returned to three days before the apocalypse. This time, I reclaimed my bracelet, demanded $50 million from my father, and spent every cent preparing for the end of the world. “Have you gone crazy, Nora?” he shouted. “No,” I smiled. “I'm just done being your victim.” While everyone else was busy living their ordinary lives, I stocked food, medicine, weapons, and fuel. I rescued my little brother and turned an expedition RV into an armored fortress. Then the Infected arrived. When greedy survivors tried to steal my supplies, I raised my bow. “Three seconds. Get out of my way.” They thought I was an easy target. They were wrong. By the end of day one, I'd killed a thousand Infected and claimed the world's first exclusive reward. But my stepsister was still alive—and she had no idea what was coming. Nora bolted upright in bed. She dragged in great heaving breaths. The memory of her brutal end still had her drenched in sweat, her whole body trembling beyond control. After what felt like an eternity, her vision slowly cleared. When she took in the room around her, she froze. "I'm alive?" Not only was she alive, she was back in her own room. In the world before the apocalypse. Nora scanned the space and spotted her phone charging on the nightstand. She grabbed it and tapped the screen awake. April 1, 2044. Three days remained until The Endgame spilled over into reality. She had regressed! Nora pressed a hand to her hammering heart. Relief tangled with bitter rage. Ever since The Endgame first descended, she'd lived the same nightmare on loop. In that dream, she was a supporting character in a story, and her half-sister Tessa was the female lead. With a game-breaking advantage she'd gotten right at the start, Tessa thrived amid the ruin of the post-apocalyptic world. The only trouble was her vicious, jealous half-sist
