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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    Was he really on a business trip on the 8th?


  Lu Xin looked at number eight with a strange look in his eyes. He had already treated number eight to a meal and reminisced about the past. He had also asked number eight about the past. If number eight really had a hidden motive, he should be telling the truth now, right?


  But even now, he still answered this way, and very frankly.


  Now, faced with number eight's invitation, he fell silent for a moment and seriously pondered this question.


  If No. 8 was really just visiting him and teacher Lu, then he could really relax.


  Lu Xin was indeed curious about his work.


  Lu Xin exchanged a look with the 'waiter' of the restaurant and nodded. "Alright!"


  Number eight was a very dangerous person.


  This kind of danger did not necessarily mean that he had any ill intentions.


Number eight's job (1)