Crocs_is_Dead

The world was never the same after that day.

Humanity learned that they weren't alone in the universe, but that wasn't something they had the time to worry about.

Their realization was accompanied by catastrophe.

Creatures beyond their wildest imaginations poured down from the sky and appeared from the earth. They slaughtered humans as if it was their singular purpose, driving them to the brink of extinction.

The people of the world did everything in their power, developing unique traits and technologies to create a united front their enemies couldn't penetrate. 

They secured victories and repopulated, feeling as if they stood a chance against the foreign invaders. 

They fought and they fought, doing everything they possibly could to ensure their survival.

Until the Great Calamities appeared. 

In front of them, humanity was nothing regardless of its efforts.

One by one, the worlds were turned into piles of rubble in between the cracks of their teeth. Civilization was torn apart, and the evolved humans living within could do nothing to stop its collapse. 

Humanity itself was left extinct, and in the end, only a single man was left alive amidst the chaos. 

Why?

For what reason were they punished so? 

Nobody knew why the attacks began in the first place.

He looked into the distance at the memories of the past and firmed his resolve. 

“It can only be me.”

He knew of a miracle that could return him to the place of those memories.

He knew of a way to make the wheels of time spin in reverse. 

And using it, he alone would save humanity from its doomed fate. 

That was his sacred duty as its final survivor.

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Transcendent Gene

Gio couldn't see properly in real-time. However, [Memory Book] showed him the world in perfect condition. As long as Gio was still seeing through his eyes, the things he saw would be recorded as if he was in perfect condition.

He saw Tover's movements a split second late, but it was better than not seeing them at all. Another weapon was summoned from the ground as the man ran at him, a hatchet this time.

He grabbed it with his left hand and threw it wildly in the direction he saw Tover coming from. Without waiting to see if it hit anything, he formed another hatchet, grabbed it, and threw it again.

Tover couldn't charge again. He was leaking even more of the crimson fluid than Gio was. He stumbled forward, his hand clutching his sword for dear life. The aura coming from him was sputtering as if it was running out of fuel, but it was still very present.

He could still use his power one more time.

First Kill [1]