Apocalypse I have a system to raise children

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Family, friends, everyone gathered here today,

I stand before you today not just as your son, brother, or friend, but as someone who has seen glimpses of what lies ahead. I've been given a unique perspective, a burden and a privilege, and I believe it's time to share what I know.

There's a hidden truth, a reality beyond what we perceive. It's a truth that connects us all in ways we never imagined, and it's a truth that holds the key to our future.

I understand this may sound unbelievable, even fantastical. But I implore you to keep an open mind as I share what I've seen, what I've learned, and what we must face together.

"Before I begin, I want to acknowledge that the information I'm about to share may be unexpected and challenging to process. While I understand this approach may not be conventional, my intention is to be transparent and provide crucial context for the situation we face."

The room crackled with a nervous energy, the excited chatter of family slowly giving way to a tense silence. Children's laughter, once carefree, hung in the air like forgotten toys. All eyes fixated on the center of the room, where a shimmering light pulsed and condensed into a figure.

A gasp escaped Irina's lips, her eyes widening in recognition. The rest of the room mirrored her shock, a collective breath held as the figure solidified into the unmistakable form of Vivek.

"Grandfather! What is that?" Vikas, Vivek's youngest cousin, tugged on Andrei's sleeve, his voice barely a whisper.

Andrei, his weathered face etched with confusion, remained silent, his gaze locked on the apparition before him.

"Vivek?" Natash's voice, normally strong and vibrant, cracked with disbelief. "But how? You can't be..."

Mikhail, Vivek's brother, scoffed. "This is some kind of sick joke, right? You think this is funny?" His voice, laced with anger, cut through the thick silence.

But Vivek, or whoever inhabited his form, remained unfazed. His voice, a spectral echo, resonated through the room, sending shivers down spines.

"I stand before you not as Vivek, your son, brother, or friend," he began, his voice heavy with an unseen burden. "But as a witness, a bearer of truths yet unseen."

Anya, tears welling in her eyes, clutched her mother's arm, seeking comfort in the face of the unknown. Even the children, their innocent games forgotten, stood frozen, wide-eyed and silent.

Sergei, ever the skeptic, scoffed. "Trickery! This is nothing but a cheap illusion."

But Irina, her gaze fixed on the spectral visage, shook her head, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. "No, Sergei," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "This... this is real."

"Real?" Mikhail spat, his anger laced with a tremor of fear. "How can this be real? You're dead, Vivek! Dead!"

The room hung on Vivek's next words, the weight of the unknown pressing down on them. The air itself seemed to crackle with anticipation, the very fabric of reality threatening to tear at the seams.

"I have seen glimpses," Vivek continued, his voice echoing in the silence. "Glimpses of the future, of darkness and light, of choices that will shape the very fate of our world..."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The revelation, both shocking and terrifying, hung heavy in the air, forever altering the course of their lives and their understanding of the world around them.

## Scene: A World Unveiled

The live broadcast focused on Vivek's face, his nervous expression echoing the confusion rippling through the family gathered in the room. Comments flooded the screen:

**[This Vivek's smile... well... so nervous! ]**
**[How did he light up the hologram without current or technology?]**
**[Is this the strength of the master!]**
**[Cough, sorry, I used to be in awe of Vivek's maturity, but I'm not so sure anymore.]**

Without the system's protection, Vivek's vulnerability was on stark display. His hands trembled slightly, betraying the fear and uncertainty churning within him.

Suddenly, a burst of light erupted in the family meeting room, drawing gasps from everyone. On the screen, a series of hazy memories began to coalesce, forming a vibrant picture.

**"What is this?"** someone whispered, their voice barely audible above the stunned silence.

All eyes glued to the screen, the barrage of comments in the live broadcast room coming to a screeching halt. The picture sharpened, revealing a scene that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

A bustling cityscape stood in stark contrast to the grotesque figures that shambled through the streets—zombies, their bodies decaying, their faces contorted in eternal hunger. Blood splattered the pavement, and the air thrummed with the chilling echoes of their moans and the sporadic bursts of gunfire.

In the midst of this chaos, a young woman huddled in a room, clutching a fire axe. Her face, etched with fear and determination, was unmistakably Irina's. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple as she strained to hear the moans outside, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

**"This is... Irina?"** someone finally managed to utter, the question hanging heavy in the air.

**"What the f**k is Irina doing with those monsters?"** another voice bellowed, tinged with disbelief. **"Did she form a team to shoot a drama? This could be a super hit on the big screen!"**

A wave of nervous laughter rippled through the family, a stark contrast to the raw emotions flickering across Irina's face. She felt exposed, violated. This wasn't a performance, it was her reality, a terrifying secret Vivek had broadcasted for the entire world to see.

**"This zombie apocalypse with Irina in it, this must be fake!"** someone else declared, their voice laced with denial.

**"No, it's her,"** another countered, their voice thick with conviction. **"I'd recognize her even if she turned to ashes!"**

Irina's jaw clenched tight. How could Vivek know about this? Was he an enemy or a misguided ally? Her mind raced, searching for answers as she grappled with the humiliation and fear of her hidden world being unveiled.

The scene on the screen shifted, revealing another fragment of Irina's past, a memory both poignant and painful. This memory exposure was only just beginning, and its consequences were yet to unfold, promising to unravel decades of secrets and rewrite the family dynamics forever.