Ghost of Dark Mountain

My name is Lu Xin. I'm one of the few normal people in this world.

A lot of my colleagues ask me how I could be so calm in the face of a crisis.

I smile without saying anything. When I get home from work, my parents and sister are already waiting for me at the table.

"Brother, why should we be afraid of those monsters? They should be afraid of us."

"Son, if you're bullied, you must tell Mom and Dad. We'll get him together."

I calmly pick up my bowl of rice. Monsters? What's there to be afraid of? Can it be as scary as my family?

The sudden rise of the red moon thirty years ago has thrown the world into chaos. The surviving humans not only had to deal with sudden changes in their environment, but also with mutated monsters eyeing them covetously. Fortunately, some of humans had awakened their superpowers and were barely able to keep up the peace. 

However, everyone knows that this security is only superficial. The terrorists in the cities, the awakened who can't maintain their condition, the corrupted monsters constantly threaten ordinary people. 

Upon learning of a new recruit at the Agency—

"Mr. Lu Xin! What do you think of yourself as the savior of mankind, the greatest hero in human history?"

"I can only ensure that my family doesn't step out the house."

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Since The Red Moon Appeared

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    The moment the city-wide alarm went off, everyone in the city slowed down.


  In the next moment, he resumed his nervous and busy state.


  The panicking residents, after being stunned for a moment, began to rush to the different shops and subway entrances in the surroundings. All the buildings had one thing in common, and that was that they had as many glass decorations as possible. Some of them were made entirely of tempered glass, and there were signs of emergency evacuation painted on them. As for the armed Warriors, police officers, and special Forces members, they all had different reactions.


  Some ran to evacuate the panicked crowd, while others held their guns and marched forward, strengthening the blockade line of the quarantine area.


   emergency shelter, emergency shelter ... 


  A male broadcaster's voice began to come out of the street radio, repeatedly broadcasting the things to take note of in an emergency.


The monster of the subconscious