In 2012, the world ended. We now live in a bizarre reality forcibly stitched together by the "Abyssal Sea's Memories."
While everyone else trains hard to master supernatural abilities, my fellow patients start out at max level:
They can conjure "Demacia Justice," raise a hand and unleash "Bankai," or form hand seals to cast "Great Fire Annihilation."
As for me, all I have is a piece of copper that protects my heart, and only works sometimes. Once in a while, it summons a golden-armored general.
Then the director leaped across a thirty-meter-deep pit and made us an offer:
"The country needs people. You'll get a government job, and you can help save the world while you're at it. Interested?"
We had three conditions: perks, no preaching, and let us out first.
The director slammed down his teacup. "Fine, but next time you unleash a big move, don't wreck my sanatorium."
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