Nameless King
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.
The Wrong Ones
Somewhere on a vast continent, with many mountains high to the sky, a guy was sitting in a basement in an old and poor village. He had long black hair, a white robe, and a devastated look.
Dozens of vials and flasks for brewing potions were lying around him, along with a massive broken cauldron.
Blood trickled from the corners of his lips, but that didn't matter to him since everything he'd worked so hard to get was ruined.
He looked at the broken wooden door and muttered, "You bastards, I hate you. Why didn't you just leave me alone...? Is it really worth despising me for such a little thing..."
Saying this, he looked at his chest. Lui Bu, like all Axalts, had Spirit. However, from birth, he was different from the others. The fire burned in one of his eyes, while in the other eye, there was silence and tranquility.