From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 149: Extra IV:Welcome To The Apocalypse...

Kira was not a foolish girl. Nor was she ignorant of the world.

She had lived long enough—barely past her eighteenth year—to know that fate was not kind, that the world was not merciful, and that no one truly escaped the weight of their choices.

That was why, from the very first moment she made her move, she had already foreseen the shape of her end.

Yes, she knew perfectly well that she would rot in prison—and that would be the least of it. Execution was far more likely.

But she wasn’t afraid. Not in the way most people would be. Kira was not the kind of person to run from reality, nor was she the sort to desperately twist and claw her way free of fate. She had accepted, almost serenely, that she had traded her freedom—and perhaps her life—for this one irreversible act.

So that night, she waited.

She sat on the edge of her bed, eyes heavy, her hands still trembling faintly from the strength it had taken to plunge the blade down and watch it tear into flesh. She waited for morning to come. Waited for a servant to discover her and the corpse at her feet, waited for the police to arrive and drag her away to prison.

The thought should have filled her with terror. It didn’t.

She was exhausted, too drained to summon the strength to hide the body, let alone attempt to continue living under the open sun. Besides, she knew full well there was no real way to cover the truth. The rope of lies was always short.

She did not clean. She did not move a thing. She tossed the knife onto the mangled corpse at her feet, then climbed the stairs with quiet, deliberate steps. At last, she lay down on her grand, beautiful bed—falling asleep for the first time without fear, without exhaustion, without the torment of wondering what tomorrow would demand of her.

Kira slept well.

Very, very well.

And why not? Wasn’t sleeping past noon proof enough of that?

When she finally awoke, the clock on her phone read a little past one in the afternoon.

Her brows furrowed.

Had no one come? Had no one found the corpse downstairs?

Descending the staircase, she ignored the decomposing body that had already begun to release its foul stench and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air.

The villa stood in a wealthy district of similar estates, white-walled and ivy-draped, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and cold iron gates. Normally, the neighborhood carried the soft murmurs of passing cars, the distant chatter of joggers, the low hum of life.

But today—silence.

The silence pressed down upon the streets, heavy and suffocating, like a hand clamped tightly over the mouth of the city.

But that wasn’t what caught Kira’s attention.

It was the sky.

A crimson haze—red like fresh blood—stained the heavens and seeped down to the earth.

It was like mist. Like blood. Red ruled everything, covering the ground and swallowing every corner of sight. Beyond a short distance, it was almost impossible to see anything at all, except perhaps the ghostly silhouettes of far-off shapes—other villas, tall trees, lampposts now reduced to shadowy specters.

The world was drowned in crimson.

Kira’s breath caught in her throat.

She couldn’t understand what she was seeing. The phenomenon had appeared suddenly, without warning. The news had said nothing about it the previous day. The weather reports hadn’t mentioned it either.

What on earth was happening?

Her first instinct was to grab her phone. She checked. No signal. No internet. A hollow emptiness where once there had been countless lifelines to the outside world. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

A strange, cold unease slid down her spine.

Resolving to find out, Kira decided to step outside and explore.

Of course, she returned to her room first. She bathed, scrubbing away the dried, rusty stains of blood. She changed into fresh clothes—soft cotton pants and a pale sweater. Yesterday, she had been certain she would be arrested sooner or later, and so she had only bothered to wash the blood off her hands before collapsing into sleep.

But now... now she would at least take a look around. Call it a little adventure before prison walls closed in on her.

She had no idea that this "adventure" would be more fantastical, more thrilling, and more terrifying than anything she had ever imagined.

Because the moment she stepped beyond her home and walked a little farther into the streets, it happened—

Something utterly unthinkable.

People were changing within the red mist.

Some screamed in panic, their voices warping into gurgles. Their limbs twisted, bending at grotesque angles. Skin split open, blood mixing with the crimson haze until it was impossible to tell where the mist ended and the flesh began.

Some fled, running blindly into the fog. Their screams echoed and then—silence.

Some, astonishingly, filmed the scene with shaky hands, eager to capture the strangeness as if the world were putting on some horrific performance for their entertainment.

Kira had slept through the chaos, and so she hadn’t known: the country had declared a state of emergency. All businesses, schools, and shops had been shut down. Citizens had been ordered to stay in their homes.

Of course, some ignored the warnings. Some even treated it as a spectacle, laughing and marveling at the crimson fog, posting their last words onto dead networks that no longer reached anyone.

But the real problem was far worse.

Shortly after the mist appeared, every network on Earth collapsed. Phones went dead. The internet vanished. Even satellite connections—cut off. Humanity had lost its voice.

And the question that haunted those in power was not only how but why.

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It wasn’t long before Kira had wandered deeper, far enough to reach the edges of the city. Crowds had gathered, snapping pictures, admiring what many still thought was a rare, eerie natural wonder.

Blood-red fog—it was frightening, yes. But who said today’s generation didn’t delight in strange aesthetics?

Still, that awe didn’t last long.

By four in the afternoon, the true catastrophe struck.

Why call it the Great Catastrophe?

Because it was the greatest calamity to ever befall humankind—no, the entire planet.

It began when the vivid red fog suddenly darkened into a suffocating black.

Some gasped. Some screamed. Some questioned aloud what this meant.

But Heaven gave them no time to recover.

The world trembled with a chorus of terror.

The end had come.

And its beginning was this:

A shroud of black mist, blanketing the Earth in a realm of endless shadow.

What followed were disasters beyond imagining.

Earthquakes.

Hurricanes.

Volcanoes.

Tsunamis.

Storms.

Floods.

All of them—everyone—erupted together, as if summoned in unison.

No warning. No chance to prepare. At the very instant the fog turned black, the world unraveled.

The earth split open, swallowing crowds alive. Entire streets caved in, dragging screaming families into the abyss. Buildings toppled like children’s toys. Waves rose taller than skyscrapers and came thundering down upon coasts.

Everything collapsed in an instant.

One moment, people were pointing and laughing, debating the nature of the mist.

Next, they were screaming, clawing, pleading in despair for their lives.

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Kira, like everyone else, was terrified by the monstrous shift.

The ground beneath her had buckled and split; the villa-lined streets cracked open, swallowing iron gates and stone walls. She stumbled, nearly falling into a yawning chasm that had opened just feet from her. She threw herself backward, scraping her palms and knees on the rough pavement.

She could smell fire—thick and choking. She could hear water—an impossible roar, like oceans tearing through the land. The world was a chaos of shrieking, shattering, and drowning screams.

But perhaps she was lucky. Among the few not swallowed whole by the quaking earth, she survived.

Not without wounds—scratches and bruises marked her body, and blood dripped from her torn palms—but at least she had not lost an arm, or a leg, or her life.

Once her mind steadied, she did the only thing she could.

She ran.

Ran where?

It didn’t matter.

She only knew she had to survive.

Her chest burned, her breath came ragged, her legs trembled—but still she forced herself forward, stumbling over cracked stone and broken glass.

Yes, she feared death. Yes, what had happened was terrifying beyond words.

But somewhere, deep in the smallest corner of her heart, there was a spark of something else.

Relief.

After all, she had already resigned herself—to prison bars, or to the executioner’s block.

So the world ending?

It wasn’t a death sentence for her.

It was a chance.

And if she was lucky, just a little lucky, she would survive.

No—she had to survive.

That thought carried her, burning in her mind like a torch in endless dark.

And as the hours stretched, and the days blurred into years of blood and ruin, that same thought remained her anchor.

Through storms and famine. Through monsters born of the mist. Through nights of fire and mornings of ash.

Kira clawed her way forward. She ran, she bled, she endured.

And she lived.

But survival in the new world was never simple.

Because the red haze had only been the beginning.

The black fog was only the first curtain.

Something else was coming—something worse.

It was the beginning.

{Welcome To The Apocalypse...}