Warmaisach

Earth, thousands of years after the apocalypse.

Countless technologies and advances had been lost to time as the Specters, horrifying beings with terrifying powers, arrived and destroyed the world.

Over the coming thousands of years, humanity had built itself up but always died again.

Nobody remembers the past.

Nobody remembers what humanity had once accomplished.

Now, everyone is living in a world where the Specters reign supreme.

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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.

Sadly, he had already gained a power from a Specter in the past, which made him ineligible for the position.

But then, a mysterious man visits him.

And his luck finally turns around.

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