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 voice was calm, natural, and even a little gentle.


  However, teacher Lu was so shocked that she could not even catch her breath. She grabbed Lu Xin's arm so tightly that her knuckles turned white.


  A huge panic enveloped her. She wanted to pull her hand back, but she didn't even have the strength to do so.


  On the surface, both of them seemed very calm.


  Teacher Lu's hand was only holding onto Lu Xin's arm, but because she was too tired, she seemed to be more relaxed.


  Their eyes met, and the setting sun shone outside the window.


  Lu Xin continued, " I've never been able to recall those memories for so many years. However, when I do, I find that every single detail of what had happened was crystal clear. I can even remember how I felt at that time. I can remember the feeling of each and every one of them dying by my hands. I can also remember the expression on their faces when they looked at me before they died ... 


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