The Forgotten Fittest: I Use Light to Reshape the World

[Extreme sadistic text + Nexus + Dark Wind + Ultra derivative fanfic] "What you hold on to is not hope, but the last wishes of countless dead souls." In the files of the TLX-J Special Operations Group, this encrypted warning has become a footnote to the fate of three generations of capable people. When firefighter Kirishima Hayabusa picked up the Evolution Truster in the rubble of the fire scene, he thought it was a salvation given by the gods. It wasn't until he saw the shadow of the dead floating in the Meta Field that he realized that the so-called Giant of Light was just a glutton that devoured the traces of the fittest person's existence. He burned his life to protect the girl Qianxia who witnessed the attack of the alien beast, but received a cold judgment from the top management of TLT: "Suitable Person No. 7, Confirmed to have died in the line of duty, start the memory cleaning process." In this war fueled by humanity, there are no heroes, only a group of gamblers who live toward death - "Are you going to be the match of the doomsday, or the fire of the new world?" Hard-core battles: body-to-body battles, behemoth battles, space collapse battles, three-dimensional duels Sweet and knives intertwined: "I am willing to die for you" three times, "You must live for me" twice Philosophical speculation: When the savior becomes an experimental subject under observation, who defines the boundary between light and darkness? "We are not vessels of light," the young man smiled before turning into stars, "we are tombstones carved by the hands of darkness." [Multiple male and female protagonists + capable of sacrifice + tear-jerking + no harem + group portrait + passionate + sadomasochism + science fiction + dark fantasy]