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

Kael had barely caught his breath from the last battle when the next horror descended.

The drone observers, once hidden in the darkened heavens, now revealed themselves in the form of sleek, angular airships marked with emblems of a once-dissolved world order. The voice from the speakers crackled with false calm.

> "Test Subject 0173—Kael. You have exceeded expectations. We will now determine whether your power is divine... or demonic."

Kael narrowed his eyes. He didn't flinch. He could feel the hum of divinity still flickering within—the afterglow of Divine Echo.

Suddenly, the earth cracked, the air thickened, and from the shadows emerged a girl, no older than fifteen—barefoot, her body trembling. But something was wrong. Her eyes weren't human. Her arms were scales and claws. Thick, furred limbs protruded from her back like the tails of ancient beasts. Her voice was layered—part child, part monster.

> "I… I don't want to kill you… but they'll take control again…"

She wasn't just a monster. She was a tool, a puppet in chains.

Kael activated Ghost Veil, his eyes adjusting instantly to her rapid movement. She raised a hand and shrieked—and the sky turned black with birds, wolves, and scaled creatures fused with robotics. Her beast-taming gift had been corrupted into a mindless flood of abominations.

With a flash of movement, Kael bound her with Shadow Binding, anchoring her to the cracked stone floor. A whimper escaped her lips as her summoned monsters turned chaotic, directionless.

Kael leapt back, drawing the nearby wood into needle bullets, his arms surging with strength as Routine Serge activated—ten times… fifty times… a hundredfold boost. His muscles screamed, and then—

His arms became cannons as needles launched from his grip at blinding speed. He aimed for her limbs, sparing her vitals. Her beastly wings were clipped—cracked from the force.

Kael's mimic shimmered into existence beside him, dashing forward with twin daggers, slicing clean through her mechanical components, severing her tail and tearing off the last beastly limb.

The girl collapsed, twitching—but alive. Her eyes returned to a glassy, tear-filled clarity.

Before Kael could respond, the ground beneath them shook violently—and the golem arrived.

Massive. Metallic. Glowing with white-hot circuits. A monolith shaped like a man, eyes burning like suns. The observers' voice returned.

> "Divine Judgment has begun. The meek will perish. Only the chosen will rebuild."

Kael's eyes widened slightly. "So… it was God?"

> "A wrath long overdue. A test of purity. You, Kael, are not exempt."

The golem charged with the force of a landslide.

Kael rolled to the side, but even in Routine Serge, its armor barely dented under his punches. His mimic was flung aside like paper. The observers were not just testing now. They were cleansing.

> "Then let's see how your god handles a demon forged by survival."

Trials of the Worthy