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

For a while, Nick just looked out of the window.

He saw so much cruelty and wasted potential.

If the rich could give just a little bit to the people of the Dregs, the people wouldn't need to pay with their blood.

Then, they could be healthier and could contribute more to society.

'Of course, people who don't work don't deserve to own as much as people who do, but they deserve some dignity at least. At least, they should have enough to survive.'

'As long as people can have a home, food, water, and a family, it's okay.'

'If I can turn this dream into a reality for this city, I can say with certainty that I would have somewhat redeemed myself.'

'While Horua will never get to live his life, at least his death won't have been pointless.'

'Maybe he would have even given his life if it meant improving the lives of so many other people.'

"So, you've been standing there for a while," the rat said awkwardly. "Got anything to tell me?"

Chapter 112 – A Goal