Chapter 3:
Two Years Later , The World of Humanity
Five:Afterzero
Chapter 3: Two Years Later, The World of Humanity
Two years had passed.
The cities that had once been home to millions of people were now buried in silence. The windows of towering buildings had been shattered. Rusted cars stood abandoned along the streets. Markets that had once glittered with lights were now swallowed by darkness.
An old digital billboard beside the road was still trying to play an advertisement.
On the screen, a smiling man said, “For a better future...”
Then the screen flickered.
His face distorted.
And the screen went dark.
There was no such thing as a better future left in that world.
Humanity had been replaced by creatures that the surviving people knew by just one name: Mutants.
Not all mutants were the same. Some moved slowly and hunted only by listening for sounds. Others were stronger than ordinary humans. Some could climb walls, while others had become so intelligent that they could figure out where humans were hiding.
The most dangerous ones were those capable of controlling other mutants.
The survivors had created a classification system for them.
Lower Mutants: Ordinary infected creatures that existed in enormous numbers.
Upper Mutants: More powerful and intelligent mutants that could pose a threat to several humans even when fighting alone.
But there was something above both of these ranks.
A being surrounded by countless stories, yet no one who had seen it with their own eyes had ever returned to tell the tale.
Humanity had given it a name: Kokushibu.
It was said that, at its command, an entire horde of mutants could attack together as one.
No one knew whether this was true or merely the imagination of terrified survivors.
But one thing was clear to those who had managed to stay alive.
If they wanted to reclaim the world of humanity, simply hiding and surviving would not be enough.
They would have to learn how to fight.
And perhaps, one day, they would also have to face the enemy whose very name was enough to make even experienced survivors tremble.
Two years had passed.
The cities that had once been home to millions of people were now buried in silence. The windows of towering buildings had been shattered. Rusted cars stood abandoned along the streets. Markets that had once glittered with lights were now swallowed by darkness.
An old digital billboard beside the road was still trying to play an advertisement.
On the screen, a smiling man said, “For a better future...”
Then the screen flickered.
His face distorted.
And the screen went dark.
There was no such thing as a better future left in that world.
Humanity had been replaced by creatures that the surviving people knew by just one name: Mutants.
Not all mutants were the same. Some moved slowly and hunted only by listening for sounds. Others were stronger than ordinary humans. Some could climb walls, while others had become so intelligent that they could figure out where humans were hiding.
The most dangerous ones were those capable of controlling other mutants.
The survivors had created a classification system for them.
Lower Mutants: Ordinary infected creatures that existed in enormous numbers.
Upper Mutants: More powerful and intelligent mutants that could pose a threat to several humans even when fighting alone.
But there was something above both of these ranks.
A being surrounded by countless stories, yet no one who had seen it with their own eyes had ever returned to tell the tale.
Humanity had given it a name: Kokushibu.
It was said that, at its command, an entire horde of mutants could attack together as one.
No one knew whether this was true or merely the imagination of terrified survivors.
But one thing was clear to those who had managed to stay alive.
If they wanted to reclaim the world of humanity, simply hiding and surviving would not be enough.
They would have to learn how to fight.
And perhaps, one day, they would also have to face the enemy whose very name was enough to make even experienced survivors tremble.
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