Fifteen years ago, our world was overrun by an unknown species—aliens unlike anything we had ever imagined. Their structures rose overnight, impossibly advanced, their technology far beyond our comprehension. We knew instantly:
humanity stood no chance.
They wiped out our governments, our industries, our armies… and eventually, our entire civilization.
The Resistance was formed, but it was hopeless. We lost a hundred humans just to kill five aliens. Our extinction felt inevitable—
until the world discovered the Apex Humans.
They were different.
Humans who had undergone continuous, rapid evolution.
Humans capable of superhuman strength, inhuman reflexes, and abilities that broke every natural law.
A single Apex could take on ten aliens and walk away victorious.
Of course, it didn't take long for the aliens to catch on.
They began hunting Apex Humans—mercilessly.
Children, mothers, fathers… it didn't matter.
To them, an Apex was the only true threat to their rule.
So they hunted us like prey.
I should also mention—there are two alien species.
The Takers
Machines in appearance. Violent by nature. They kill humans on sight.
The Verilians
They pretend to cooperate, offering deals that only benefit themselves. They avoid contact unless absolutely necessary, but don't be fooled—they're no less dangerous.
And me?
My name… is Number 153G, I'm an apex too and I'm going to save the world.
The narration fades, and it becomes clear that the voice belonged to a fifteen-year-old boy—white hair, bright blue eyes, and a dangerously cute face that didn't match his chaotic energy.
Number 153G.
Inside a broken-down house — just a messy, half-collapsed house—three surviving Apex teenagers hid from the outside world.
"So you still haven't given up on that weird goal of yours?"
Number 154G—black hair, cold eyes, cool face, gloomy attitude, and permanently lazy posture—glared at him with his usual deadpan expression. He was 153G's best friend… basically because their numbers were next to each other.
"Hell no!!! I'm not stopping until I kick all of their alien butts!" 153G shouted with explosive enthusiasm.
"Good luck with that," 154G muttered, throwing himself onto his ruined mattress like a corpse returning to its grave.
"The sun's coming up. We better get back on the road," 153G said.
154G groaned, waving his arms weakly.
"Do we really have to keep walking? I'm sooo tired. Let's just give up and die."
"That's NOT the attitude of someone who's going to save the world, 154G!!"
"I never said I was joining your stupid, unattainable, suicidal goal," 154G replied flatly. "My dream is to do nothing until I become nothing. That's my goal."
He even gave a lazy, comforting smile—one so forced you could physically feel how tired he was of existing.
"B-b-but we're best friends…" 153G whined like a child.
"I'm not your best friend. Now shut up and die," 154G said without a shred of emotion.
153G looked down, crushed for exactly three seconds… then a wicked grin spread across his face.
"I'll give you chocolate if you come with me."
154G teleported to the doorway.
"What the hell are we still doing here? Let's go."
Completely deceived by chocolate, the two boys headed out.
After a few steps, 153G stopped.
"…Wait. We're forgetting something, aren't we?"
They both stood there thinking.
Ten minutes passed.
Twenty.
Thirty.
They shrugged in perfect sync and continued walking.
A moment later, screaming erupted behind them—getting closer fast.
The boys turned.
Their souls left their bodies.
A pink-haired girl—124-sub D—was sprinting toward them with murder in her eyes.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TWO! WHY DID YOU ABANDON MEEEEEEE!?" she shrieked.
Knowing full well the world of pain approaching, both boys screamed and tried to run.
They didn't make it three steps.
She caught them, tackled them, and knocked them both out cold.