Flyzac

Haruto Takahashi was just a normal high school student in modern-day Japan—until he suddenly fell into a coma, never to age, never to awaken. His condition was as inexplicable as it was rare, a mystery shared by only a few others in all of human history. But unlike the others, Haruto eventually opens his eyes, nearly a thousand years later, to a world he no longer recognizes.

Humanity stands on the edge of extinction. Alien invaders, towering and intelligent, now rule the planet, and the remnants of humankind survive only in scattered, fortified enclaves, fighting desperately against their monstrous conquerors. The Earth has become a battlefield, its skies darkened, its lands ravaged by alien plagues and relentless war.

But Haruto’s awakening is no accident. He soon learns that he is the subject of ruthless experimentation, studied by those who seek to uncover the mystery of his unaging body and the secrets he unknowingly harbors. As he grapples with fragments of memories from a world long gone, Haruto is thrust into a brutal struggle, caught between warring factions and ancient mysteries that blur the line between ally and enemy.

With nothing but memories of his old life and a newfound world that views him as both weapon and relic, Haruto must discover why he alone was brought back from an endless sleep—and what that might mean for the survival of those who remain. For some mysteries are better left buried, and some fates cannot be escaped.

When Time Stood Still

When Haruto awoke, his head throbbed, and distant chants echoed around him. Blinking his eyes open, he realized he was in a cage. The cold, jagged bars surrounded him like the teeth of a predator. His breath quickened.

Where am I? he thought, panic setting in as his gaze swept the room. Across from him was another cage, its floor stained with dried blood. Scattered outside were lifeless bodies, their expressions frozen in terror. Haruto's stomach turned. He had never seen death like this before, so raw and inescapable.

His chest tightened as the chanting grew louder, rhythmic and haunting, as if summoning something dark. Before he could gather his thoughts, a figure stepped forward from the shadows. A man cloaked in the same black robe and animal mask as the ones who had ambushed him.

Rage surged through Haruto like wildfire. He lunged at the bars, gripping them tightly, his knuckles white. "Who are you?!" he shouted, his voice reverberating in the cold, stone chamber. "Why are you doing this? Humanity is dying,how can you be so twisted?!"

The man stood unfazed, the faint glimmer of his icy breath visible in the cold air. Slowly, he inhaled, then exhaled, as though savoring the moment. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and laced with malice.

"It'll be your turn soon, kid," he said, his tone almost mocking. "Look through the window. You'll see what's expected of you."

Haruto's anger faltered, replaced by a sinking sense of dread. He turned toward the barred window the man had gestured to, a small frame set into the stone wall. As he approached, his foot pressed against something uneven. A wobbly tile. He paused, his instincts prickling, but kept moving, filing the detail away in his mind.

When he reached the window, he peered through the bars and froze. Below him stretched a massive gladiator arena, illuminated by blazing torches. The sand was stained crimson, the air thick with tension. Fighters battled brutally, their weapons clashing, the crowd's deafening cheers blending with cries of pain.

It hit Haruto like a thunderclap. They're going to force me to fight.

A cold sweat ran down his back as he turned, but the robed figure was gone. Haruto's heart pounded. He needed to act fast. His gaze fell to the loose tile he'd noticed earlier. Dropping to his knees, he pried it up, revealing a narrow, dark tunnel beneath. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was better than waiting to be dragged into the arena.

Haruto squeezed into the tunnel, the cold, damp walls pressing against his shoulders as he crawled. The air was stale, and every movement felt like an eternity. He had no idea where it led, but he pushed forward, the thought of survival driving him onward.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he emerged into a vast chamber. The room was unlike anything he'd ever seen—towering walls lined with white-flamed torches, their unnatural glow casting eerie shadows. At the center stood a grand throne, its surface adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse faintly with life.

Haruto stared in awe, his mission to report this sight to HQ crystallizing in his mind. This was no ordinary place. Whatever was happening here went far beyond simple gladiator fights.

Just as he began to plan his next move, a voice shattered the silence.

Unknown Territory