Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.
Wain could kill the Golden Tiger and receive decent rewards for doing so, but he had issues.
"In my current state, I can't move on... It's problematic..." Wain muttered.
He was bleeding, his body was covered in burns, and some of his organs were damaged. In this condition, he could hardly walk, but if he engaged in combat, he would die instantly.
Wain sat against the wall and took a cigarette out of the pack. He decided to rest and wait for his tissues and wounds to recover. He exhaled a blue puff of smoke, which gradually turned into the image of a game and a long string.
Wain's eyes widened with surprise, and he had an idea.
'Hmm, at the moment, my natural regeneration is greatly enhanced due to the effect of Ghost Healing Threads, but this passive skill has an active ability as well. I can regenerate a limb or regrow one of my organs, but the cooldown is a month. Perhaps I can use this ability to heal less serious wounds?' Wain thought.