OtterlyRidiculous

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous.

But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful.

In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters.

Then one day, I died. Almost.

Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger.

Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. 

I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for.

Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

Evolving Infinitely From An E-Class Hero

I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes as the High Orcs came into view.

They moved in groups with some kind of monster resembling a hyena strapped with chains and held with restrain.

"High Orcs!" Trooper blasted out.

They were as big as an SUV vehicle standing vertically, with red skin and huge jaws lined with sharp teeth and a long cananine tooth sticking out.

Their clothing were crude from some kind of material that wasn't native to earth, they wielded melee weapons made out of hot light energy— A light saber of some sought.

It was evident they had been living under their means in this new terrain now called Ghost Town. The resources left by the fleeing people were running dry and sooner or later I'm sure they would plan another act of conquering more of Sector Z.

Meeting The Alien Orcs