For ten years of the apocalypse, he was the longest-surviving "cannon fodder" in the refuge zone.
No powers, no talent. He relied only on an axe and battle instincts carved into his bones.
Then one day, his former brother, now the refuge zone's deputy commander, personally sent him to his death.
They thought an ordinary man could never escape the domain of a Saint-rank demon plant.
They were right.
He died.
But then he came back to life.
He opened his eyes seven days before the Great Cataclysm. A World Tree's life essence had appeared in his chest, along with a "body" that responded only with numbers.
[Strength: 1]
[Defeated "Walking Corpse" x1. Pure energy acquired: 18 points.]
[Strength: 1 → 2.]
In this apocalypse, superpowered humans lord it over everyone, mutated creatures evolve like mad, and spirit beasts and demon plants carve up the territory.
And he, a remnant abandoned by the times, decides to break every rule the hard way.
When the world-ending ash snow falls again, he grips his axe and looks at the chaotic city, speaking softly:
"This time, I'm the hunter."
Gotta cheer for the author⛽