[Apocalypse] [Pseudo-Rebirth and Partial Possession] [Interstellar] [Survival] [Death]
This is not a feel-good story. When you're dead, you're dead.
The plot is gripping, the writing...
Why do humans exist? Does it even make sense?
People so often wear one another down.
When a deafening blast split the sky, smoke filled the air, and war swept across the land,
three blazing suns descended, crushing all human pride with their overwhelming might.
The signal humanity launched into space finally received a reply, but it came from higher-dimensional beings who looked down on them from above.
The earth cracked, the oceans turned foul, the land became a barren wasteland stretching for thousands of miles, and no birds sang again.
Everyone lived in fear, hearts grew cruel, and beneath the dark, shattered sky, morality and law vanished. The only path to survival was to prey on one another.
Humanity fell from the rulers of Blue Star to a lowly species in the mouths of higher-dimensional beings.
How can humanity survive? They need a great leader, an emperor of humanity who can contend with heaven and earth and stand against countless races.
From the wasteland, from a mound of corpses, a young man crawled out. His expression was icy as he raised his head to gaze at the stars.
"I'm back. Are you ready to face my reckoning, you pathetic fools!"
