WHEN MYTH BECAME REALITY

Humanity had reached new heights—self-driving cars filled the streets, artificial intelligence assisted in everyday life, and space travel was no longer just a dream. The world was entering a new age, technology advanced like never before. It is year 2030 and everyone believes that the world is a better place. But everything changed in just a single night.

Then the news came in.

"This just in! Unbelievable scenes are unfolding around the world! Creatures straight out of myths and legends have appeared in major cities. Reports are flooding in—dragons, giants, and monstrous beasts are roaming the streets!"

The news anchor, with her voice trembling and hands shaking, struggled to keep her composure. Behind her, is a live footage from New York City. A massive, winged creature flies between skyscrapers, its roar was breaking all the windows around while terrified civilians ran for cover.

A field reporter's voice cut in.

"I'm here in downtown Tokyo, and—oh my God! Did you see that?! A hydra! A three-headed serpent! It just crushed a bus like it was a tin can! People are in panic and everyone are running from all directions! , The military is here, but nothing seems to stop these things!"

A witness, panting and out of breath, grabbed the reporter's mic.

"I was just getting my morning coffee when this giant…thing crawled out of the sewers! It had glowing eyes, sharp claws—like some kind of demon! This isn't real, right?! This can't be real!"

Back in the studio, the anchor pressed her earpiece as her expression darkens.

"We're now getting reports from London, Beijing, Moscow—this is happening everywhere. Scientists have no explanation, governments are declaring states of emergency… What is happening to our world?"

A shaky phone recording played next—a group of soldiers unloading their weapons at a towering, armored beast. The bullets are no use, the monsters seem impenetrable. Then, the beast raised its clawed hand, and with a single swipe, the soldiers were sent flying. The screen cut to static.

People watched in horror from their homes ,some are crying, they cannot believe what they are seeing. This is impossible!

Panic spread quicker than a wildfire. Social internet erupted with shaky footage of creatures running through streets, people screaming, and military failing to stop them. The entire globe was watching in real time as everything fell apart.

Inside a modest apartment in Los Angeles, a family clustered around their television, their faces blanched with fright.

"Mom, is this fake?" a young boy asked, gripping his mother's arm.

She didn't answer. She couldn't.

On the screen, a news reporter stood on a rooftop, her voice is bare heard because of the chaos below.

"Los Angeles is under attack! A massive, winged creature—some are calling it a dragon—is circling the city, breathing fire onto buildings! The National Guard is trying to evacuate civilians, but—"

A loud roar cut her off. The camera jerked, spinning wildly before the feed went dark.

In New York, a group of friends sat frozen in their living room, their phones are ringing nonstop.

"Bro, check this out," one of them whispered, looking on his phone. A live video showed a towering figure walking out of the ocean, its glowing eyes scanning the shore before letting out an unearthly screech. The comments section was filled with disbelief.

"This has to be fake, is this CGI?"

"Nah, man, this is real. I'm in Florida and we just saw something crawl out of the Everglades!"

"God help us."

Suddenly, the power went out. The room plunged into darkness.

"Oh, hell no," one of them muttered angrily.

Air raid sirens blared through the city, an old, eerie sound no one ever thought they'd hear in real life.

Meanwhile, in a military bunker under Area 51, the world leaders are arguing over crackling video calls.

"We need to strike now!" one general shouted.

"And hit them with what? We've already fired everything we have at them! Bombs, missiles, nothing is working!" another voice yelled back.

A disheveled, wide-eyed scientist leaned into the camera.

"This doesn't make sense. These creatures—they shouldn't exist. They're from myths, legends! And yet… here they are."

Silence fell over the room.

Because deep down, they all knew the truth.

Science had no answers.

Logic no longer applied.

The world as they knew it was gone.

The world changed in an instant.

The age of myths had returned.

And humanity was no longer at the top of the food chain.

And whatever had awakened these creatures… wasn't finished yet.

The world was falling apart.

But then, something else happened.

At first, no one noticed. It started with strange dreams—visions of warriors, kings, and gods from old stories. Some saw knights wielding shining swords, others saw shamans whispering to spirits. Some dreamt of gods, their voices like thunder, calling their names.

Then, the changes began.

A firefighter in Chicago pulled a mother and child from a burning building. The flames should have killed him. They didn't. The heat wrapped around his skin like it was part of him.

A soldier in Paris took a direct hit from a monster's claw. His bones should have shattered. Instead, he stood back up, his body glowing with an ancient light.

A street fighter in Manila punched a charging beast with his bare hands. It flew backward, crashing into a building. The people watching couldn't believe it. Neither could he.

The news called them The Awakened.

And the power they carried? The world named it Blessing.

TV screens were filled with reports of these strange abilities appearing all over the globe. Some people could command the wind, some moved like shadows, and others could heal wounds with just a touch. No two Blessings were exactly the same, but they all had one thing in common.

They came from legends.

A news anchor, still shaken, read from a sheet of paper in front of her.

"We have confirmed that those who possess these Blessings are showing abilities linked to ancient heroes, warriors, and mythical figures. We don't know why this is happening, or how… but it's real."

A scientist sat across from her, rubbing his temples.

"This shouldn't be possible. It goes against everything we know about evolution, physics, and even biology! And yet…" he sighed, shaking his head. "It's happening."

A video played next. A young woman stood in the middle of a ruined street, facing a beast twice her size. She had no weapons—only a golden glow surrounding her.

The monster charged. She raised her hand.

A massive sword, made of pure energy, appeared in her grip. With one swing, the creature was cut in half.

Silence filled the news studio.

Then the anchor whispered, "My God… what are we becoming?"

But not all Awakened were fighting for humanity. Some took their power and vanished into the chaos. Others—drunk on strength—turned against their own kind.

A second war had begun.

Not just between humans and monsters.

But between those who protected the world… and those who wanted to rule it.

Monsters roamed the land, unstoppable forces that tore through cities and crushed armies. But the Awakened had given people hope—humans who received Blessings from legends and gods of old. They were the only ones who could fight back.

But power alone wasn't enough. There needed to be order.

That was when the Myth Slayer Association was formed.

A worldwide organization, created to bring control to the chaos. Their first mission was to identify the Awakened and study their Blessings. Every person who awakened was registered, tested, and ranked based on their strength.

The rankings were simple:

E-Class – The weakest. Their abilities had little combat use. Most were helpers in raids or worked as scouts.

D-Class – Stronger, but still limited. They could take down small creatures but struggled against anything bigger. 

C-Class – Reliable fighters. Capable of handling lesser monsters and assisting in major battles.

B-Class – Powerful and skilled. They could lead teams, defeat dangerous beasts, and survive on their own.

A-Class – Elite warriors. Their Blessings were strong enough to turn the tide of battles. Some could wipe out entire creatures alone.

S-Class – The strongest. Few reached this level, and those who did were legends in their own right. They could rival the monsters that once seemed unbeatable.

But the Myth Slayer Association didn't just rank the Awakened. They organized raids and missions, sending fighters where they were needed most. When a monster appeared, they decided who fought it. When a city was in danger, they led the defense.

Yet, there was one thing they could not control—the guilds.

Awakened formed their own groups, called guilds, to fight on their own terms. Some worked with the Association, taking on missions in exchange for resources and information. Others operated independently, choosing their own battles. And some… some only cared about power and wealth, hunting monsters for fame and fortune.

The Association had influence over the guilds but no authority within them. They could offer rewards, set missions, and give warnings, but they could not force a guild to obey. This fragile balance created tension. Some believed the Association should have full control. Others saw them as nothing more than advisors.

And as the world continued to change, one question remained unanswered.

Who truly held the power—the Myth Slayer Association, or the Awakened themselves?

One day soon, the world would find out.

5 years had passed and the world was no longer the same.

Most part of the country had fallen to ruin and overtaken over by monsters. Cities are no longer stretched outward—they stretched upward, surrounded by thick walls of metal and glowing barriers strong enough to keep the beasts outside.

Only the Awakened had the power to step beyond these walls. Everyone else? They were just trying to live, trying to survive in this God-forsaken world.

Rex groaned as he dropped a heavy crate onto the ground. His arms were burned from carrying baggage of the awakened coming from mission, his back is aching from hours of work.

"Yeah, That's it. The last one," he whispered as he wipe the sweat from his forehead.

An Awakened in silver armor barely glanced at him before tossing a few coins his way. Rex caught them, barely enough to cover a meal.

"Next time, move faster," the Awakened said before turning away.

Rex clenched his jaw but said nothing. He had learned long ago that complaining wouldn't change anything.

He wasn't one of them.

He wasn't Awakened. He had no Blessing. No power. No future.

Just another ordinary human scraping by in a world ruled by the strong.

As the sun dipped behind the towering walls, Rex stuffed the coins into his pocket and began to long walk home. The streets were packed with vendors selling whatever they could find—dented cans, worn-out clothes, old batteries. The smell of grilled meat filled the air, making his stomach growl.

"You buying or just staring?" an old man behind a food stall asked.

Rex checked his credits. Barely enough.

"How much for one?"

The vendor eyed him, then sighed.

"For you? Half price. You look like you need it."

Rex gave a small, tired smile.

"Thanks."

He took the food and bit into it. Warm. Greasy. Probably not real meat, but he didn't care. It was the best thing he had all day.

As he walked, a large screen on the wall flickered to life. A news broadcast.

"Another successful raid today! A team of A-Class Awakened took down a high-level creature outside the walls. The Myth Slayer Association continues to protect humanity from these threats—"

Rex scoffed and looked away.

The Awakened were heroes, sure. But what about the rest of them?

What about people like him?

No one ever talked about the ones left behind. The ones without power. The ones who had to struggle every single day just to survive.

As he reached the worn-down building he called home, he looked up at the sky.

For five years, the world had belonged to monsters and the Awakened.

And for five years, he had just been trying to keep up.

But something deep inside him whispered—

This couldn't be all there was.