Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and many others—every human has the blood of gods running through their veins, it decides their fate. But Rhys, ever since he was born, showed absolutely no abilities. But at the age of 18, when his world had given up on him, the blood that remained dormant in his veins finally awakened… …The Blood of Eros, the God of Love, Desire…and Coitus.
"You can't do this!"
"We're already doing it."
The bus manager pleaded to the robbers, but the only thing they did was kick him out of the bus; his face being introduced to the hard ground of the wasteland.
"And the rest of you, try not to do anything funny! Stronger explorers than all of you combined have tried fighting back against us, and they have all met this wasteland as their graves!"
"Wow, is that the line you were practicing last night?"
"Pretty cool, right?"
The robbers truly did not seem to see Rhys and the other explorers on the bus as threats, as they just started jeering and joking. And even as the explorers started stepping out of the bus and passing by them, the only thing they did was look at the bus and inspect it.