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."

Atlas Studios

Since The Red Moon Appeared

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  It was an old hand-guided tractor that must have been built 30 years ago and had been in use for the past 30 years. It was a miracle that it had survived until now. Smoke was spewing out of its rear barrel, and it looked like it could fall apart at any moment. It drove to the black Gate.


  A man in a black cloak jumped out of the car. He stretched his waist, which was about to fall apart, and took out his luggage, a small silver suitcase. Then, he looked at the old man who was driving, placed his right hand on his heart, and bowed slightly. He said very politely, ""Thank you for sending me all the way here. I believe that our God will grant you peace and tranquility."


  "I don't believe in gods. I only believe in the promised fare, and if you don't give me the money, I'll give you a knife," Sir system said.


  As he spoke, he took out a rusty knife and stroked it in his hand, his eyes fierce.


The Evangelist (1)