They saved us from a dying Earth, only to turn us into monsters.

A secret group calling themselves the Enix plucked me from the apocalypse, gave me an incredible power system, and forced me into a brutal death match against other survivors. I was one of the lucky few to make it out alive, armed with a power they can't control: my own imagination to create, build, and materialize any weapon or object I can imagine.

Now, they've given us our grand purpose: to protect the last human settlement from a tyrannical emperor on a war-torn alien world. They call us heroes, the last hope for a species on the brink of extinction. But with every battle we fight for them, the lies begin to unravel.

We were told we are fighting for humanity's survival, but the truth feels far more dangerous. In a universe where our saviors might be the real demons, my power isn't just for creating weapons—it's for finding the truth. And I'm starting to suspect that the greatest threat isn't the emperor we've been sent to kill, but the very people who saved us.

Eyad kept watching the road, the houses, and everything with immense amazement. But he was surprised by something else he had been anxiously anticipating since they arrived here. He saw more of the creatures peeking their heads out of the windows, staring at him with looks of gloom, anger, and fear. But they didn't resemble the creature he was riding with; their shapes were completely different. He was sure of this when he saw one of them riding a Kalyarus, passing by him, and looking at him with sparks almost flying from its eyes.


Chapter 113 - The Astra