Chapter 1 (1/2)

Wiing.

A cold wind swept through a city in ruins. Even the simple wind was dreary and caused a hair-raising atmosphere. Desolation.

He could not detect a breath of life. Most likely it was just that he could not tell if there really was no life, or if it was hiding somewhere. Whatever it was, it was not visible to the naked eye.

This was a dangerous place.

No.

Dangerous did not cut it.

Why?

It was home to the Level 9 Mutant Shapiollin faction that ruled the whole of North America. In other words, it could be called the nest of the Evil Queen.

Crumble.

Hard stone crumbled like crackers as he crushed them in his hands.

He was young. He looked as though he would be in his early to mid twenties at most. He was known for his dark red armor and the long sword he wore at his waist.

Kiki!

An eerie laugh rang out. Were they making themselves known now because a person appeared? Or did his human flesh stir up their hunger so much that they let it slip?

Then, another hair-raising sound rang throughout the silent city and mutants that were difficult to look at appeared.

Each of them was beyond Level 5, and there were some Level 6s among them.

They were all strong.

However, they were still nothing more than the Queen’s servants.

“Whew! It’d be upsetting if I didn’t get at least this much of a welcoming party. I wandered for years looking for the Shapiollin. But you guys wouldn’t know that, would you?”

Cha Jun Sung talked to the mutants, but there was no response.

Conversation was usually possible for these mutants starting from Level 7. There were some exceptions though.

It depended on what it evolved from first. What was certain was that those who could speak were definitely more powerful.

“I was bored to pieces. Really.”

He had finally arrived here at this final battle stage after fighting against all types of monsters and tremor-inducing suffering.

Kiha!

The mutants who had obviously not been listening to a single word approached Cha Jun Sung.

Though they did not possess language, they had a high level of cunning and signs of caution were clear. But they did not hesitate. They seemed to be trusting their numerical advantage.

“There’s no time to waste on the little ones. It’s hard to deal with even one of the Shapiollin. I’ll hurry and take you guys to your graves.”

Snap!

Cha Jun Sung snapped his fingers. At that moment, his equipment, Overload, spurred a massive shootout.

Kwang kwang kwang kwang!