Shaele

In the distant future, mankind is on the brink of extinction.  Standing atop the rubble of their apocalyptic future, an old man, tired of his centuries-old existence finally managed to find a piece of hope back in the past, before all happened. A young boy, the last shard of light carries within him the last hope of humanity.

He may be the one that could finally break the cycle, he may be the one that could finally overcome this eternal curse, this dreaded organism that he himself and many others before him tried to control but ultimately failed. 

With all his remaining strength, he completes the ritual that will hopefully alter the destiny mankind is about to face. 

Unfortunately for the boy, the weight, the burden he will have to carry will be immense. Can he overcome the hatred he will be subjected to and stand up from whence nobody should be able to? 

This is the story of Lucien Shaw, the Wretched One.

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Prime Evolver System

"Thank you for your patience and I apologize for the unsightly scene that you all were forced to bore witness to."

The bat-faced lady Vesper spoke as the pitiful, sobbing Young Master Thomas Mello was pulled away by his ring of bodyguards after a brief phone call with their patriarch have managed to resolve the conflict without unnecessary bloodshed.

The strange, masked woman, turned towards the people still queueing at the side and gave them a light, apologetic, honest-looking respectful bow. It was a simple gesture, but coming from a being in service of this unsurmountable monstrous entity such as the Nebula Lumis, the crowd of eager applicants were soon found themselves in between feeling flustered and flabbergasted.

Some were quick to give voice to their emotions, whilst also trying to score some points in sympathy.

"T-There is no need for that Madam Vesper!"

"W-we understand how hard it can be… d-dealing with arrogant pricks every night!"

Chapter 112 - Credits