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.

Veins throbbed at Noor's temples. "Everything was created from a breath of the Divine Spirit," he countered, his voice edged with biting sharpness. "Every creature possesses a soul pulsing within it—a soul with hopes, dreams, and aspirations. A man either soils this soul with his own hands, as you have done, twisting it into something foul and detestable that is unworthy of the life the Creator bestowed upon it; or he purifies and illuminates it, so the Lord may grant him a light by which to walk among all creations."


Chapter 202 - Stardust