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 man who looked to be in his thirties stood with his upper body bare, muscles carved as if chiseled by a sculptor. His hair was tied in a neat bun, and he wore white taekwondo trousers. An O sign was marked on his forehead, with two intricate tattoos drawn on his chest.


He drew and released arrows at an inhuman speed, his movements a blur. The targets before him, each drawn with a face that vaguely resembled Aron, were lined up in formation. Within seconds, every target was filled with arrows. Slaves quickly replaced them with new ones, and the man continued without pause.


His eyes were devoid of emotion as he kept firing, arrow after arrow.


Chapter 48 - D-One