Warmaisach

Earth, thousands of years after the apocalypse.

A boy with amnesia woke up in the middle of the Dregs, the worst part of Crimson Fungus City.

The boy grows up and manages to become strong enough to pass an exam for one of the most prestigious jobs in existence, a Zephyx Extractor, someone that can harvest the powers of Specters.

Zephyx Extractors have the power to travel kilometers in seconds, read minds, and destroy mountains.

In this oppressive world, they are the only ones who can change their destiny.

Sadly, the boy had already gained a power from a Specter in the past, which made him ineligible for the position.

His dream was dead.

Or was it?

Kill the Sun

"But so what?" the Parasite continued. "Life is life. Who cares if you understand shit or not? You just continue living and doing your thing."

"It's not that simple," Nick answers.

"How is it not that simple?" the rat asked. "Everyone's only eating and drinking to survive, and they work to eat and drink. Apart from that, people kind of just want to fuck or become rich."

"But in the end, none of that matters," the rat added. "You die anyway."

"Whether you have killed a million people or saved a million people. When you're dead, none of that matters. You're just a corpse at that point anyway."

"Whether you are alone or surrounded by family, you are just a corpse."

"A dead man can't hear their family's cries or their enemy's laughter."

Nick furrowed his brows as he kept looking forward.

Nick couldn't really find a counterargument.

Chapter 110 – Therapy