Ghostlywatcher

Kael was never meant to be a hero. Bullied, broken, and betrayed by the world, the 95 kg high school shut-in had nothing—no friends, no purpose, just scars hidden beneath his hoodie. But when the world begins to collapse into chaos, and God Himself unleashes judgment upon a sinful humanity through monstrous ancient beasts and divine reckoning, Kael is chosen.

Why?
Because even when the world was cruel, Kael remained righteous.

Gifted with Divine Echo, an S-rank ability that removes all limitations from any power he uses, Kael begins a transformation—both physical and spiritual. From obsessive training and relentless self-discipline, he sculpts his body into a weapon. From heartbreak and trauma, he forges a mind sharper than any blade. And from isolation, he builds resolve—unshakable and merciless.

But this is no fairytale redemption.
Kael isn’t here to save the world.
He’s here to survive it.

With humanity collapsing, safe zones crumbling, and ancient predators ruling the Earth, Kael must lead, fight, and manipulate his way through a new reality—one where power is truth and morality is a luxury.

He’s no longer the boy others could ignore.
He’s the ghost in the fog.
The saint with bloodstained hands.
The one whose echo will never fade.

Saint:My Daily Routine Became My Superpower

The chimera let out a deafening roar, its three heads—lion, viper, and hawk—snarling and snapping in every direction. Its scaly body towered over shattered trees and rubble, wings spread wide like a grotesque angel of war.

He stood like a phantom cloaked in dusk, eyes calm, analyzing.

From a hidden bunker several miles away, a dozen monitors flickered with the drone's live feed. A small team of elite observers watched the lone teen face the Class-A threat.

"No. He's calculating," the team leader said, leaning forward. "Watch him."

Kael raised his hand. "Shadow Binding."

The sun had dipped low enough—long shadows stretched across the ruined forest floor. His shadow twisted, split, and surged forward like sentient vines. Within a second, the chimera's massive limbs jerked to a halt. Its wings froze mid-flap. Tendrils of black held it firm.

From the nearby trees, sharpened wooden needles rose from the earth like summoned spears. They hovered in the air behind him, pointed and deadly.

Then he whispered, "Routine Serge."

A pale golden glow erupted around his body. His breath sharpened. The world slowed.

Muscle fiber x100. Nerve signals x100. Focus x100.

A ripple of perception flooded his mind. He saw the tension in the chimera's neck. The faint shift of light reflecting off the hawk eye just before it blinked. The micro-twitch of its viper tail.

With a flick of his fingers, the wooden bullets launched like gunfire. Each one aimed for a different target—eyes, joints, nerve clusters.

They tore through the air with unnatural force, Kael's enhanced strength behind every shot.

The chimera shrieked as its left hawk eye exploded in a spray of blood. Another pierced the lion head's jaw hinge. One embedded into the wing joint, crippling the lift.

The Shadow Binding broke. Ten seconds up.

He raised his hand again. A faint shimmer emerged beside him—his Mimic, a perfect ethereal doppelgänger, summoned without ceremony.

The mimic leapt, silent and deadly. Its obsidian dagger glinted in the moonlight as it climbed the chimera's back like a shadow. In one swift arc, it sliced through the damaged left wing, then spun and hacked through the right. Feathers, blood, and bone fell like a rain of gore.

The chimera screamed, earth trembling beneath it.

"Did… did his clone just cut off its wings?"

"He's dismantling it. Like a machine."

"He's not just strong. He's strategic."

He approached the chimera, whose heads thrashed in confusion. Its lion mouth snapped, viper tail lunged—

The Sword of Dominance shimmered into Kael's hand—obsidian dagger and heat blade fused, pulsing with dark crimson energy.

Kael ducked under the tail strike and drove the blade straight through the beast's lion throat. A gout of heat seared the wound shut as it pierced through. With a twist, he ripped sideways, nearly decapitating the head.

Kael turned and stabbed the hawk head, then slammed his foot into the snake neck and drove the blade into its spine.

Kael stood over the corpse, blood and sap staining his coat. His mask hid any expression, but behind it—calm calculation.

His mimic vanished. The Sword of Dominance dematerialized into black mist.

From the bunker, no one spoke for several seconds.

"No backup. No flashy explosions. Just surgical violence."

The team leader narrowed his eyes.

"Mark him. He's no longer a 'potential threat.' Kael is officially a Class-A irregular."

Execution in the Mist