The year was 2040. For a short time, it seemed like nothing could break the Earth. Nations had joined together, borders were erased, and humanity finally lived in peace. The world had changed—now divided into seven great continents, each one acting as a single, massive city. People believed this would help prevent future wars. Streets were filled with laughter instead of gunfire, and hope reached farther than anyone had ever dreamed.But peace is a fragile thing, and fragile things never last.
It began without warning. Across the globe, half of the world's population awakened to powers that defied reason. Fire danced upon bare hands, steel bent as though it were nothing but clay, storms answered to whispers in the wind. What many first believed to be a divine blessing soon revealed itself as something far more dangerous.
For every man or woman who used their power with restraint, another surrendered to chaos. Some could not control the destructive force within them—leveling buildings, tearing apart the lives of those around them. Others learned to master their abilities but chose to wield them with cruelty, greed, and ambition. They robbed, they killed, and they ruled through fear.
Cities burned. The streets ran silent. The peace that humanity once celebrated crumbled in a matter of days, leaving only terror behind.
In the shadow of this chaos, one man could not remain idle. Where others saw a broken world, he still clung to the belief that peace could be restored. Determined, he rose against the tide of destruction and sought others who shared his resolve. Together, they formed a small band of warriors—men and women who stood against those who used their powers to spread ruin.
Their battles were fierce and unending, but their courage lit a spark in the hearts of many. For the first time since the awakening, humanity began to hope again.
Yet even hope has limits. The darkness was vast, and countless others sought only chaos, domination, and bloodshed. To face an enemy that seemed endless, a greater force was needed. From this need, the Hero Association was born.
It was more than an organization—it was a symbol. A beacon to rally the lost and the fearful, a promise that justice would not vanish from the earth. Its members were hailed as saviors, protectors, champions. The world called them heroes.
And those who stood against them—those who embraced destruction and reveled in suffering—were branded with another name.
They were villains.
But history would show that the line between the two was never as clear as the world believed.