[Final Calamity — "Defeat The Game Creator"]
Shahmi tightened his grip on his shattered blade.
"…So this is as far as I go," he muttered.
He had prepared for this fight for years. No—lifetimes.
He knew every attack pattern. Every weakness. Every second of this battle. And yet, it was still not enough.
The blade shattered completely.
A wave of annihilation surged forward, swallowing Visage whole.
There was no scream.
No regret.
Only silence.
[You have failed the Calamity Game.]
[Regression Condition Met.]
December 31, 2025. 11:57p.m.
Shahmi opened his eyes.
The scent of dust filled his lungs.
He was lying on a familiar wooden floor, moonlight streaming through his window. The noise of people below his apartment can be heard.
"...I'm back.. to this apartment.. again with the same sound and noise of people below celebrating the upcoming new year"
Shahmi sat up.
His body was uninjured. No scars. No blood. He was young again.
He looked around the room.
A bed.
A picture when he was a kid.
A small mirror hanging near the door.
"..Feels like an eternal nightmare," he said quietly.
His reflection stared back at him—pale skin, dark eyes devoid of emotion, black hair falling messily over his forehead.
20 years old.
Again.. Again and Again.
Shahmi closed his eyes.
The First Announcement.
Exactly three minutes from now, the voice of the harbinger will be heard, and people will be panic.
This.. was the beginning of the Calamity Game.
And he had returned to it once more.
How many times had it been?
He no longer remembered the exact number.
What he did remember were the mistakes.
Trusting allies who would later betray him.
Ignoring "minor" calamities that evolved into world-ending disasters.
Challenging the harbinger too early… and too late.
Shahmi walk to his apartment balcony.
This time would be different.
"Survival is pointless," he whispered, eyes sharpening. "Winning isn't enough either."
The wind passes.
The world held its breath.
Then—
1....2...3... Happy new year..!
The harbinger voice...can be hear.
'Attention you mere humans'
The people below the floor which celebrating the upcoming new year quickly went confuse.
"Did you hear something bro?"
"No, I didn't hear something... Beside this music"
"I swear I just heard someone whisper to me"
"I heard it too"
"What? Are you guys on a multiplayer imagination or something? Cause I didn't hear anything"
This is it, the beginning of the game. People went confuse... But thats just temporary.
'You Humans, who I've chosen will be transfer to another world to complete a game'
"Bro I hear it again... I swear"
"Are you sick bro or do you need a doctor?"
"Not just him, me too... I hear it too"
"The hell, Are you guys okay??"
'The rule are simple... if you die, you dead..'
"Bro I hear it clearly—"
"I swear bro, if you guys talking about it once more I—"
As soon as the harbinger finished with his announcement. All of the humans who hear his voice got transfer to another world.
"This time, I'll end this game..."