Luxury cars, designer wears, watches, mansions, and penthouses worth millions, Aron had it all. To him, money was nothing but a number. He was so wealthy that he believed even God Himself couldn’t make him taste poverty.

But everything changed when the one he loved, the only person he considered family, betrayed him. In a single moment, everything he had worked so hard to achieve was taken and destroyed, leaving him with nothing.

Devastated and consumed by hate, rage, and hopelessness, Aron realized that no matter what he tried, he would never be able to get close, let alone take revenge, for all he had lost.

That was until a notification appeared before every human in the world:


[Your world has arrived at its waking brink.]
[You have awakened the talent: Talent Bank.]


And so, the apocalypse began.

A woman's head rolled across the bloodstained floor, coming to a stop among dozens of others. The collection of severed heads stared blankly, eyes frozen in horror, despair, and unwillingness on their faces. The ground was a sea of crimson.


If Aron had been here, he would have recognized the woman. She was the one who had shown him where Mateo was kept. The other heads belonged to guards… and many unfamiliar faces.


"P-please… Please! Spare me, I don't know anything! I was just washing the toilets when..."


The desperate plea ended abruptly. Another head tumbled down, joining the growing mountain of heads.


The surviving slaves huddled in a corner, trembling and weeping.


"Please, please! I have a three-month-old chil.."


Chapter 35 - Dance of heads