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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    "Is there anything we can talk about?"


  After the report, Lu Xin walked forward and said calmly, "


  "I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you are doing here."


   however, because of what you've done, this wilderness has been affected. It has also affected the people of Green Harbor. Therefore, I need to completely destroy this place. Don't resist me, or you'll all be destroyed. 


  His choice of words was very precise because he was not sure if these people were alive or dead, so he used the word 'destroyed'.


  Everyone in the factory was looking at him with cold eyes.


  A primitive sense of madness and hostility began to grow in their bodies as they rushed toward Lu Xin.


  Lu Xin met their gazes and nodded lightly, signaling to them that he was about to start working.


  Just as Lu Xin entered the factory, the sound of a car engine could be heard in the pitch-black wilderness.


The song of death (1)