The World Cataclysm

"Fuck the world!"

The young man heavily cursed standing at the top of a skyscraper, while his worried gaze fell upon all the chaos happening beneath him. He rarely cursed in his life yet no word can describe the situation taking place below him.

Humongous beasts strode in the streets slaughtering every citizen who ran for their lives. Loud explosions reverberated all over the city shaking the heart of its citizens. The odour of burned blood and gun powder lingered all over the city.

As if ridiculing all the people struggling for their lives, the sky had turned scarlet red with a tinge of bloody colour. Two moons can be seen rising evilly from the east.

The young man, Dave, looking at all madness happening on the ground felt fear creeping all over his limbs. He had a disgusting wound on his chest such that his chest bone could be seen beneath the wound. He stood atop a roof of the building and recalled how this catastrophe had happened.

Several hours ago, a beast horde struck the city walls as suddenly as the lightning on a sunny day. Caught by surprise, city officials were unable to act immediately, so the city walls fell three hours later after the start of the beast horde.

Dave or David Murckly, exactly, was one of the soldiers who guarded the city walls against the initial wave of the demonic horde. However, he was heavily wounded by the bird type demonic beast losing consciousness and was hospitalized to the near medical facility.

'And when I finally woke up, it was already too late. The city had fallen shortly after I regained my consciousness. At the last moment, I was able to struggle my way up to the roof. But what now?'

A heavy sigh escaped from Dave since he clearly felt that he was on the brink of his life.

His wounds were too severe to even move. He knew at which condition his body was. He had a deep cut at his chest revealing his white bones, while his internal organs were in a mess. On top of his heavy condition, he had lost too much blood weakening him greatly.

"Screech!" A piercing howl sounded above Dave as he gazed at the city from the top. He turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw an enormous eagle the same size as a car. He watched how the demonic eagle dipped sharply in his direction but was unable to dodge its attack.

A sharp pain pierced his shoulders as Dave was pulled higher than the skyscraper. Shortly afterwards, he was falling freely from the sky as the bag of sand. At the moment of his death, time slowed down in his eyes as deep regret washed over his heart.

He remembered that he had no close people to call friends.

He remembered that he was so weak that even the low-class demonic beast of the world can kill him.

He remembered how he lived and how many regrets he had.

'If I was given a chance.'

[User David Murckly is reaching the end of his life]

[Your innate ability Regression reacts to your coming death]

The sudden mechanical voice caught him by surprise since it was too familiar to him. It was the same voice that brought complete destruction upon human civilization. His eyes betrayed his confusion as he fell to death.

*Boom*

....

"Dave! Dave, are you okay?"

A foreign voice woke the young man with black hair and square glasses from the daze.

"Which girl are you daydreaming about?"

Still muddle-headed, Dave heard a giggle from his right side. He saw three people near him, each with a dish before them.

"Wh...Where am I?"

He looked to his surroundings in confusion recognizing the cafeteria from his past. It strongly reminded him his University that he attended 5 years ago.

'But... But it is impossible. It was destroyed on that day.'

Numerous questions swirled in his head with no answers for them. Same cafeteria, same white milk round tables, and quite familiar faces.

"Where am I?"

The answer to this question meant too much for him. He knew that it was impossible, but if it had even the slightest chance to become true, then he wanted it to be real.

"What is up with you today? We are having lunch in the cafeteria of our university."

Even if he recognized the same cafeteria from his past, he still didn't dare to believe it.

"Sorry, sorry. Can you remind me what date is it today?"

He laughed slightly hiding his confusion from them.

"15th September 2020."

"Then, what time is it?"

"1:30pm. Are you alright, Dave?"

Recalling the date of the start of all misfortunes his face's colour turned paler. He never forgot the date of the end of civilization so this date told much more to him than any other words.

"Excuse me, but I remembered that I have something to do. I also recommend you quickly get into your rooms. Good luck!"

He quickly took his leather bag and left the cafeteria in direction of male dormitories. Dave wasn't particularly close enough with any of the people with whom he shared the meal to save their lives. Even if he had told them everything he knew, they won't believe his words. So the only thing he can do is to wish them good luck and warn them.

Running through the streets Dave tried to recall any useful information about the coming end of the world. Of course, he might just be a paranoic and had a psychological illness, but, damn, they were 5 years of his life. He wasn't going to risk it when he still could remember those 5 years of hell.

'Everything will start at 3:00 pm. So I still have enough time to fetch the necessary food and water from the shop. Every second is important so I am better to not waste the time. This time I will live a completely different life.'

His heart was filled with both worries for the future and excitement from his situation. He was 5 years ahead of the people from this time.

After getting into his room, tired from all the running, he took a seat and took out a notebook that he bought from the shop to jot down everything he remembered from his past life. Strategies, monsters, concepts of a new world, and other key information were neatly organized in the copybook.

As two minutes before the end of a world were left, he finished squeezing all important information from his brain. Looking at the neatly organized clusters of words, Dave was satisfied with his work.

Then he relaxed slightly preparing his mind for the nightmare that will befall the people.

'I was given a second chance and I won't waste it.'

With every second Dave only grew more determined to live his second life to its fullest.

'3....2...1'

[The world has reached the end of the 1st Cataclysm: Survival]

The strange yet heavenly voice resounded the mind of Dave opening the curtains of a new era.