Derek Carter never asked for a System, an apocalypse, or the pressure of being humanity’s so-called "last hope." 

He was just trying to survive the daily struggles of being an orphan in Paleview City—dodging bullies, scraping together meals, and lying his way into school. Life was already hard enough.

Then, one day, a blue screen pops into his vision:

[Warning: The world is doomed. Try not to die.]

Yeah, great. Just what he needed—cryptic doomsday messages and no instruction manual.

Now, monsters are creeping into the city, reality is unraveling, and Damien’s "legendary" starting stats are barely above zero. The System promises him power, but there's just one tiny problem—he’s never won a fight in his life.

Armed with sarcasm, questionable decision-making skills, and the sheer refusal to die, Damien is about to embark on the worst (and possibly last) adventure of his life. Because if the world really is ending… he’s at least going to make it someone else’s problem first.

After all, heroes are overrated—survivors get to tell the story.

Andrew's com buzzed again, and the others looked at him in anticipation as he listened.


As Andrew listened, his eyes suddenly opened in surprise, and he began to nod solemnly. After he was done, he sighed and looked at everyone.


" First of all, they have asked to find out what we can about the Mecha, we might need to ask Shadow Strike "


" Shadow Strike, but we don't have any information on him, we are better off investigating the Mecha, than that guy, plus I thought it was the Logistics Unit to handle that, why do we have to do their work now? " Someone said


" The second news is that the identity of Shadowstrike has been discovered, his name is Derek Carter, a high schooler ", Andrew added.


Derek, who was in the mecha, stood in the carnage of the bottle listening to the system messages.


[ Ding, you have killed an A-Rank Broodmother Scarab. You've earned:


Chapter 45 - His Identity