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.

Omar dropped to one knee to lift Menora, simultaneously pulling a flash grenade from a pocket in his suit and hurling it swiftly at Margoth's feet. The blast exploded, momentarily blinding his adversary. Following up instantly, Omar threw a smoke grenade at his own feet to conceal himself from Margoth's view as his sight returned. He snatched up Menora, set his legs to their maximum speed, and bolted toward the forest. A quick glance back showed the swords thrashing the air randomly within the smoke, confirming Margoth had yet to pinpoint his location. He was close to the forest; his plan might succeed if he reached cover before the smoke dispersed.


Chapter 137 - Margoth