MTL - Estranged - Chapter 150 Heaven and earth, you don't want to leave me

September 9th, 2023. A large black sphere manifested in the skies above all across the world.

No one knows how it happened or the underlying causes of it, but one thing is certain: it marked the beginning of the end.

One by one, human's began to awaken supernatural abilities, a new source of energy had come into existence on earth.

People's bodies became catalysts for this newly discovered energy, especially those who awoke these abilities.

Unfortunately for the Human's, it wasn't just their faction which was awakening these abilities.

The Vampires to awakened. Feeling threatened by the new power that the humans would have whilst also feeling confident in the new strengths of their own... The vampire's decided to wage war on the humans.

Our protagonist, Xavier Trigger, a young college student, was one of the many civilians who were caught in the middle of this war completely unaware of what was going on.

[You have died.]

An inexplainable notification message occupied the entirety of “MC's” vision

[Skill: Rewind has activated.]

'What's... Happening to me...?'

[Level 1: Return.]

“Hah... Hah... Hah...” He panted heavily as his eyes drifted open.

In this post-apocalyptic world filled with beasts, humans must join together with their newly acquired classes to battle them. However, beasts aren't the only thing threatening the peace as class users similar to those around Kaden make moves in the shadows. Join Kaden in his adventure as a class user uncovering the dark secrets of those around him whether he wants to or not and paving his way through this treacherous world.

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war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”