The World End Is Coming

The phrase spread across the continent like a curse whispered too many times.

The world end is coming.

No one could trace exactly where the words had first appeared, but within weeks they were carved into tavern tables, whispered in temples, scrawled on the walls of refugee camps. The current Demon King had already conquered three nations in less than two years after the war started, and his armies no longer advanced like ordinary forces. They flowed— like rot spreading through a corpse.

Entire cities fell overnight.

Worse still were the reports that followed.

Men and women , children infused with a drop of demon blood— volunteers or captives—returned changed. Their eyes glowed faintly crimson. Their tempers grew violent. Their strength multiplied, but so did their cruelty. Some called them half-demons. Others called them the future.

Panic followed close behind.

Some citizens fled toward fortified capitals. Others, terrified of being slaughtered, offered themselves willingly to the Demon Kingdom, believing servitude was better than extinction. Faith in kings and heroes wavered. Faith in the world itself cracked.

And in the midst of that chaos, a single announcement shook the continent in an entirely different way.

The Crown Princess of the Human Kingdom was engaged.

Her fiancé was not a duke.

Not a general.

Not a hero of legend.

He was a man named Tyler White.

No one had heard of him.

Nobles were dissatisfied.

And yet, the princess had staked her future on him.

There are questions like, Why him? Why now? But there are no one to answer.

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Westmere Woods — The Eye of the Storm

While the world spiraled toward ruin, Westmere Woods remained unchanged.

The great forest breathed as it always had. Leaves rustled. Rivers flowed. Monsters hunted and slept beneath ancient canopies untouched by war or prophecy.

At its heart, Tyler worked his fields.

He had not slept in weeks— not because he could not, but because he no longer needed to. His body moved with tireless precision, plowing soil - sometimes Women, guiding growth - sometimes Young Girls into Adulthood, harvesting crops - sometimes harvesting innocence.

The land responded to him.

Seeds sprouted almost the moment they touched earth. Trees thickened and bore fruit out of season. Even the soil seemed eager, rich with quiet vitality.

Tyler wiped sweat from his brow and laughed softly.

"World’s ending, huh?" he murmured. "Doesn’t feel like it here."

He opened his status window with a thought.

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Name: Tyler White

Age: 20

Species: Human

Occupation: Level 25 Farmer

Skills:

• DNA Fertilizer

• Slash

• Eye of the Jungle

Familiar: Serena (A Sexy Cat)

MP: 5000 / 5000

Strength: 5000

Stamina: 5000

Vitality: 5100

Speed: 5000

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One thing caught his attention.

The name Richard once intertwined with his identity was gone.

Completely erased.

Tyler stared at it for a moment, then shrugged.

"Guess the world finally sees me as me."

He turned back toward the bed, where Chole and Kristina are laying on it with tired expression.

He quickly jumped on them and began to drink the milk.

As long as he remained here, growing stronger at his own pace, the end of the world was merely a problem waiting its turn.

As he played with these two, Tyler noticed ’her’ again.

She sat atop the roof top, She is not wearing anything underneath so Tyler can see her inner parts, but they were blocked by a small web.

She was watching him with unreadable eyes. She had done this for months now— never interrupting, never approaching.

It was Dia.

Sometimes she vanished into spider form. Sometimes she remained, silent and still, like a statue carved from moonlight.

"Do you want to join us?" Tyler asked casually, not expecting an answer.

For once, he received one.

Her voice was slow, hesitant, as though words themselves were unfamiliar.

"Come... to... my... house."

And then she was gone.

Tyler blinked.

For the first time in a long while, surprise crossed his face.

He dressed quickly and vanished into the forest.

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Red Sandalwood Grove

The grove greeted him with silence.

Thick webs stretched between ancient trunks, glowing faintly in the dark. Cocooned forms—goblins, kobolds, and other would-be trespassers— hung motionless, reminders that this place had a guardian of its own.

Dia stood atop a branch, waiting.

She wore a simple dark dress that contrasted starkly with her unnaturally pale skin. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting her in silver and shadow. Tyler can see everything inside her dress.

"You came," she said.

"You called," Tyler replied.

She descended slowly, webs forming beneath her feet before dissolving. Her eyes never left his.

"If you want me," Dia said, her voice steady now, "then marry me. Like the princess."

Tyler froze.

"...What?"

She hesitated, then spoke haltingly, as if assembling memories that were not fully hers.

It turns out she doesn’t remember her real life. Only what her father told her. He said that she was never married there. So she want... something real. If she go back, she wanted Tyler to be her husband in that world too.

Tyler exhaled slowly.

This was not a playful request. Nor was it desire alone.

He studied her carefully.

Tyler’s mouth twitched. He had no desire to offer hollow promises, especially not to someone like her. Yet he hesitated.

Dia was far older than she appeared. Yub maybe she is younger in this world but, This girl before him was likely more than a million years old, far beyond the span most immortals ever endured.

History itself proved that even beings blessed with endless life often failed to survive the weight of time. And if she ever returned to the real world after this trial, she would belong to an age millions of years removed from his own.

After a long pause, Tyler spoke carefully.

"Alright. If you manage to find me in the real world... then I will marry you. How does that sound?"

Dia fell silent. She considered his words with an intensity that made the forest itself seem to wait. After a moment, she gave a small nod, accepting the answer without another word.

She did not understand why she wanted him, not fully, but she could feel it. His soul carried something rare: divinity threaded with fortune, vast and coiled like a sleeping dragon.

Something in him resonated with her. Something about him is what her soul likes about him.

There was a reason Dia desired Tyler, though she herself could not fully explain it. His soul carried a divine quality, threaded with an unmistakable hint of fortune, vast and ancient— like the presence of a dragon slumbering beneath human skin.

Even without her memories, Dia could sense it clearly. That radiance reached her on a level deeper than thought or reason, and for reasons she could not name, the divine aura within his soul drew her in, quietly but irresistibly, stirring a fascination she could not deny.

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Dia’s dress fell to the ground.

Her small naked body jumped high. She landed lightly on the huge spider web between the trees.

Right after, another sticky web thread shot out fast. It wrapped around Tyler’s waist and pulled him up into the air.

Sharp claws flashed. His clothes were torn into pieces in one slash. Nothing left on his body.

The web gently placed him down on the soft silk surface.

Dia crawled over like a beautiful white spider. Her long black hair dragged across his chest. She lowered her head and kissed his lips deeply.

Tyler wanted to hug her. His hands moved. But thin silk threads instantly wrapped his wrists and tied them above his head. The web was very strong. He could break it easily with strength. But he did not struggle. He let it hold him.

Dia smiled a little. Then she started licking his body.

From lips → cheeks → neck → chest → stomach... all the way down.

Finally she reached his hard thing standing up straight.

She licked the top slowly. Then the balls below. Her tongue even went to the small hole at the tip and teased it.

Tyler’s breathing became rough. His body shook.

Dia opened her mouth wide. She took the whole manhood inside. Then more... deeper. Her head moved up and down. She had openly watched his activities for months. She learned everything already. No shame. Only serious learning.

Wet sounds filled the quiet forest.

After a while she pulled her mouth away. A silver string connected her lips to the tip for a second before it broke.

Dia stood up in squat position right above him. Her small feet stepped on the web on both sides of his hips.

She held his hard thing with one hand. Aimed it at her wet entrance.

Then she slowly sat down.

One inch... two inches... a few inches later... until completely inside.

The huge web started bouncing up and down because of her movement.

Dia moved her waist faster and faster. Up and down. Up and down.

Her small moans mixed with Tyler’s low groans.

"Ah..." she whispered.

Tyler could only grit his teeth. His hands pulled the silk, but he still did not break free.

The moonlight shone on their bodies. The forest was silent except for the sound of skin slapping skin and the creaking web.

Faster... harder... until both of them could not hold anymore.

Dia suddenly trembled all over. Her body tightened around him.

Tyler also let out a deep growl. Hot liquid shot inside her.

The web shook violently for the last time.

Then everything became quiet again.