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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    An endless sense of oppression spread out.


  The red Crescent moon hung over the city. The moonlight was red and cold, carrying a cruel feeling.


  Under the Crimson Moon was the mountain-like monster of flesh and blood that was taller than the city, and the " God " who stood on top of the monster of flesh and blood, looking down coldly at the building ruins that had been piled up into a mountain and compressed by a great force.


  In the air, there was a huge twisting force field. No matter who looked over, its figure was blurry.


  In this dynamic world, it had a sense of peace.


  It also seemed to be puzzled. Under such a " mountain, " all living things should be dead. It had been a long time since it had felt any movement from below. But in its perception, it found a sense of oppression. It was as if there was a certain emotion growing beneath the mountain. It made the air thicker, like the Crimson Moon in the sky, making it instinctively feel threatened.


You're not God (Part 1)