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 wind howled atop the snow-draped cliffs of the Northern Reaches, where darkness had reigned for decades. But now, it retreated with each step Kael took.

A jagged trail of corrupted corpses, twisted by greed and wickedness, lay behind him. Their souls had been judged. Not by a court. Not by kings. But by a will greater than all—by the divine mission that burned within Kael's very soul.

He tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade, the light in his eyes reflecting the golden shimmer of his ever-awakening power. His black coat fluttered like wings of judgment. He no longer walked as a mere man. No—he walked as a divine executor, a saint in motion.

The mimic at his side, once a grotesque beast, now marched in near-perfect harmony—no longer a mindless creature. It had split during their last battle, creating two distinct forms: one, a sarcastic twin who mocked Kael with every word, and the other, a savage berserker that fought like a storm unleashed. Kael had started calling them "Wit" and "Wrath."

They were more than tools now. They were... him. Parts of his fractured psyche, perhaps. Or divine extensions of his will.

Together, the three of them were cleansing the world.

From the haunted deserts of the east to the jungles where ancient kings had once enslaved thousands, Kael's name had become a whispered hope among the broken and a shiver down the spines of tyrants.

He entered temples where demons wore human masks and shattered their false idols. He pulled out corruption rooted so deep, it bled the earth itself. He healed the sick, fed the poor, and judged the guilty—all in Allah's name.

No task was too small. No evil was too grand. He did it all.

And all the while, his powers continued to grow.

His physical abilities, once extraordinary, were now nothing short of divine. He could leap across rivers, shatter mountainsides, and walk unharmed through flames. His shadow-binding had expanded dramatically. He could now bind entire platoons of soldiers from a thousand meters away, their weapons useless against his dominion.

But most miraculously, his Divine Echo—an ability once subtle—now began to echo into others. Those who fought alongside him would find their abilities enhanced, upgraded… blessed. Their flames burned hotter. Their shields held stronger. Their aim truer.

He wasn't just a warrior anymore. He was a leader. A beacon.

In the shadows of broken governments and shattered kingdoms, a coalition was forming. Rogue mages, dethroned kings, corrupt priests, and forsaken warlords—all those who had lost power due to Kael's crusade—began to unite.

They called themselves The Council of Dust. Hidden in the ashes of their fallen empires, they schemed, plotted, and whispered one name with venom on their tongues:

They knew he was more than just a man.

And they knew, if left unchecked, he would burn away everything they stood for.

So they planned. They gathered artifacts, dark powers, forbidden magic. A storm was coming. And Kael, for all his divine might, would soon face the wrath of the wicked united.

But for now, Kael walked on, unaware.

In the distance, the bells of a mountain village rang. Another prayer had been answered. Another cry heard.

And the saint, with wrath and wit at his sides, would answer it.

The Saint Who Walks the World