" Seven hundred years ago, the world was shattered.
The sky tore open, and countless gates from a realm long hidden revealed themselves. Out of those gates poured creatures that humans had never seen before—twisted forms of spirit and flesh, horrors given life. They were called Gin, hybrids of ghosts and beasts, feeding on terror, blood, and souls.
The Gin had a hierarchy, though no one understood it at first. Their strength was not simply born from size or power, but from evil itself. The more vile deeds they committed, the stronger they became. Some devoured human flesh, others craved blood, and some ripped organs straight from the living.
Each type had its own way to grow, and the strongest among them became nearly impossible to look upon. Their true forms could only be seen by those equal in power—a cruel reminder of how far from human they really were.
For years, humanity was on the brink of extinction. Cities fell, villages were erased, and entire bloodlines ended overnight.
Human thought that was really the end of the world.
Just when despair consumed the last of human hope, something miraculous happened. Across the world, ordinary people—babies yet to speak, elders close to death, even peasants who had never lifted a blade—awakened to powers no one had ever witnessed before.
These chosen were called Hunter because they hunt the gins.
Their strength came from within, a force later known as Mada—an internal energy that allowed them to fight against the Gin. With Mada, a hunter could channel supernatural abilities, wield weapons with terrifying skill, and even turn the very elements against the creatures.
Humanity rallied behind them,they fight until the end.
Four hundred years later, after endless battles, sacrifices, and victories carved in blood, the gates closed. The world exhaled.
But the Gin were never completely gone.
The collapse of the gates did not erase what had already crossed through. Surviving Gin remained, lurking in the shadows of the world, too stubborn or too powerful to fade away. Worse still, the closing of the gates left behind a scar—the lingering dark influence of the Abyss. That influence, invisible yet heavy, soaked into the earth, air, and human hearts.
From this abyssal residue, a new horror was born.
Even without the gates, new Gin began to manifest, not from another realm but from the emotions of humankind itself. They emerged from accumulated hatred, anger, guilt, and grief—the unresolved emotions of the dead, twisted into monstrous form.
These Gin were different from the old, warped not by crossing realms, but by the pain that clung to humanity. Their presence proved that the war had never truly ended.
And so, though the gates were gone, the shadows remained.
By the year 2025, two centuries after the last gate closed, true Hunters had become rare. The blood of the chosen still lingered in humanity, but only a few were born with strong Mada. Most families saw no such awakening anymore, and the gift slowly faded with time.
As Hunters grew scarce, human progress grew relentless.
Technology surged far beyond what anyone could have imagined. Towering cities rose into the skies, weapons of metal and plasma replaced swords and arrows, and people turned to machines instead of powers to protect themselves. Entire guilds and organizations were built—not to revere Hunters, but to hire them, train them, and sell their strength like a service.
Yet not all hunters carried Mada anymore. Many were hunters in name only, wielding weapons forged by government, official guilds or scavenged from fallen Gin.Worse, from black markets.Those artifacts that dropped from slain Gin? They were treasures, rare beyond measure, valued according to the creature's level and rarity.
In this world, people no longer spoke of the old days with reverence. For most, the story of the gates was nothing more than a fading legend, buried under the glow of neon cities and the comfort of machines.
But in the cracks of the modern age, the Gin still moved. "
-source from DailyNews.
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That was what Haku read from the internet in a single hour at a dim warnet before he came here.
Now, standing like a fool in sidewalk zebra crossing, he felt as though he'd just lost his home. He admitted it to himself—he was antisocial, never went far, rarely stepped outside his comfort zone. This was the biggest decision he had ever made, and his body was punishing him for it.
His light brown messy hair, already damp with nervous sweat, clung to his forehead and poked at his eyes. He didn't bother brushing it away. His hands trembled, clasped tightly around the straps of his old black school backpack. It was the only thing grounding him, a reminder of where he came from.
"Can I just return..?" he muttered, half to himself.
He turned his body away from the zebra crossing, feet carrying him back the way he came. But after only one step, he froze—not out of regret, but because he suddenly remembered the cruel reality. He had no money left...
His face went pale as if his soul had left his body.
Not even enough for meal...
Why does a bus ticket cost so much nowadays?he almost choked himself because it completely cost him 300 Cenz (300 dollar) and that was the cheapest ticket bus that he could find.Thanks for the service,he almost break his neck and twist his spine .
1 Cenz(1 dollar ) = 10 Kin(10 cent)
Haku came from a small countryside town, a quiet place where the fields stretched wider than the roads and no one dared to dream of cities like this. Yet now, here he was—standing in the capital of the world itself.
Centralis.
Located at the heart of a nation called The Central, it wasn't just impressive in name. The country was massive—three to four times larger than any known continent, a landmass so vast it seemed unnatural. It was the hub of commerce, politics, technology, and power. If the world had a beating heart, it was here.
Haku sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. Fate had cornered him, and all he could do was accept it.
He kept his head down as usual, eyes low to avoid contact. Confidence had never been his strength. But as he stood among the shifting crowd, something caught his attention.
A hand.
Slender, pale, white as porcelain. It stood out against the flow of the people, belonging to a woman in a simple yellow dress. For a moment, it was almost charming, delicate even—until Haku's gaze traveled upward.
And there it was.
'Her' head was not human.
A cluster of bulbous, veiny eyes protruded from all angles, twitching independently, rolling in unnatural directions. Small, slick tentacles sprouted where hair should have been, writhing as if searching for something unseen. The skin around 'her' face shifted like damp clay, features forming and melting away with each passing second. And then came the smell—rancid, putrid, a stench so strong he could almost taste the rot at the back of his throat.
Around the head floated faint whispers, a hiss of fragmented syllables not made for human tongues.
"…kkhhsshhrrr…"
"…raaahhhh…"
"…gghhhhlll…"
No one else reacted. No one screamed. No one even looked. To the eyes of the crowd, 'she' was just another young woman waiting to cross the street.
Only Haku saw the truth.
Because Haku was one of the chosen one.
From the time he was a child, he could see the Gin—their disguises, their real forms, the filth that lingered around them. And his power… it was tied to the earth.Simply,he can manipulate earth which is mainly soil.He was not sure that how far he can go but for now,he can only create any shape from it.The larger the shape,the shortest the time that he can handle because it consume too much mada.
But in his countryside home, this gift brought him no glory. People did not look at him with admiration like the internet said. They treated him like he was sort a monster.
That was why he came here. To test himself after reached the age when he's officially an adult,18.Actually there was a law that a minor can't ride a bus without parent to Centralis without verification.
The smell woke him up from dozed off.
Haku forced himself to breathe through his mouth, pretending not to notice the stench clawing at his throat. He kept his eyes forward, pretending the creature wasn't right there. If he acknowledged it, he knew his stomach would betray him.
He never get used to this and he could swear that thing smell fucking disgusting!