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 backed away several steps and put his hands up.

"I never believed in ghosts. This must be a dream."

He pinched himself several times as Raymond burst out into laughter.

"I'm not a ghost, bastard. Are you really praying on my downfall that badly?"

"What downfall? Ghosts can't fall. They float."

Raymond made a dumbfounded expression.

"Kid, did something change? Have I been asleep for 5 years? How did you learn what a joke is and how are you starting at Jax levels of terrible?"

Gio shook his head, smiling wryly.

"It's not a joke, though? Even if it hasn't been five years, it's been two weeks. It was starting to look like you really would stay asleep forever."

The worry in Gio's heart was clouded by a veil, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel it. Why else would he visit the medical ward so often?

Recovery [4]