Aimdaqs

In a world where, unbeknownst to most of Earth's population, people with special powers exist, known as Meta-Humans. Such people belong to one of two opposing organizations.

The first, known as Harmony, aims to coexist with regular society and protect them from superhuman or supernatural threats while remaining in the shadows. 

The second, known as Eden, aims to overthrow regular human society and establish a world where the super-powered reign supreme. 

These two opposing sides have been fighting for centuries, with countless conflicts scattered throughout history.

The power balance between the two had remained even for a long time, and in order to tip the scales in their favor, Harmony began a certain project...the creation of nine orbs made using pure, natural power, known as Meta-Orbs.

These orbs can grant a person unimaginable power, but right as the creation of these objects is completed, a conflict results in all nine Meta-Orbs being scattered throughout the world...and anyone who comes across them will gain immense power, even normal humans, therefore giving rise to the world's first unnatural Meta-Humans.

And so, this ensues a vicious scramble between Eden and Harmony, as both sides look to find the people that come across the Meta-Orbs and take them into custody.

These artificially-induced unnatural Meta-Humans are labeled as 'Outliers', and in the span of a few days, all of them have their lives irreversibly changed. Whether this change is for the better or worse, remains to be seen...

The Outliers - Evolution to the World's Strongest

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"Come on, man, why do we have to train so early?" I groaned lazily, clinging to the warm embrace of my bed. 


"Because you yourself said that today's forecast has heavy rains scheduled for later in the day, so let's get it over with now," Replied Zoraiz, as he pulled on my arm, trying to make me get up. 


"It's only 7 AM, you know that I can't function until at least after 10 AM...whatever, let's train in the rain, I'm sure there'll be missions where we'll end up fighting in the rain!" I pointed out as I wrenched my arm free of his grasp and rolled to the corner of my bed, by the wall of the RV. 


"...I agree with that logic, I suppose, but not with your motives," He sighed in exasperation, before glancing at the time and relenting, "Alright, fine, you win. And go to sleep earlier if it's so hard for you to function in the morning." 


Chapter 122 - Permission