After I Transmigrated to the World of Black Bullet

In a collapsing apocalypse, a figure dressed in white, sword in hand, walks the path of defying despair.

(Since I plan to write a mix of genres in Under the Dusk, I'm only including the Black Bullet parts here. The first two chapters have little to do with Black Bullet, but reading them might help you understand some of the settings in the main story, since I need to flesh out some of Purple Lightning's settings.)

I'm new here, so please be kind.