1 Prologue

"How can something like this happen?"

Although no one had expressed those words, it wasn't hard to interpret that from reading those shocked faces. What was happening before their eyes appeared to be an ultimate apocalypse.

It all started with a spark, and suddenly everything revealed to be destroyed: The nearby forest, the high mountains, the river's endless water, and whatever they'd lived to see in their village. The ground had become nothing but ash, the sky had been reddened by fire and blood.

The flames blazed enormously over the fields, darkening the green surroundings perfectly. Nothing could escape from the destructive force that kept razing everything to the ground. The plants and trees died as hope disappeared from the air. The origins of life had thoroughly vanished.

As everywhere was darkened by ash, the silhouette of a human rose within the darkness. Had someone survived? Who? How?

A sudden sound changed the burning atmosphere. That human was surely alive. The noise quickly changed from some unclear grumbles to an understandable voice with a complaining tone.

"Damn! There's not even a scratch!"

The surges of ash began spreading around, allowing a clear sight of the person standing in the center of destruction. The figure was completely naked and looked alike with those of male human's. Since he didn't wear anything, his well-fit body was clear to behold, although no one else had remained alive to see it. The waves of ash couldn't affect his silvery hair as though an invisible armor was protecting them.

But still what was that? A naked human in an apocalypse?

No... he wasn't a human. He couldn't be human. How could a human survive that destruction? Yet no matter how much one would think about it, he looked like nothing but a human.

"If even that won't work," he frowned, "then how am I supposed to die?"

There was no entity other than him. Every single life had already been destroyed by the darkness. His looks didn't seem to be concerned about his surroundings. The lifeless nature didn't catch his attention at all, as if all of those lost lives were like some ants getting stepped on in his view.

He started moving forward over the dark ground. The dust and ash kicked up behind him as he put his steps down one after another, disappearing straightaway from the view. His rapid movements around the destructed land happened too fast that human eyes couldn't see them.

Although his figure didn't fail to get away from the sight, the effects became manifest as an enormous dust storm. The wind raised every single remnant on earth and forcefully moved them high and higher to create an unstoppable windstorm. Even the heavens didn't have enough strength to hold such a strong storm. An Uncountable number of tornadoes rose through the storm and started twisting over the land. The roaring lightning razed and lightened the atmosphere within the storm.

The wind didn't show mercy on the land that had already been destroyed; it penetrated the terrains deeply, taking them up to the sky while shattering the ground's depth. It was, without doubt, an apocalypse.

In the middle of the wild tornadoes and ruthless bolts of lightning, the only place that the storm couldn't damage, he looked like a human at ease.

"Boring! Boring!" he sighed. His bored eyes expressed disappointment through sluggish, random blinks.

"It can't even get me up..."

Anyone who could survive a disaster in such a catastrophic extent would never be a mortal. However, even those immortals couldn't simply stand there in the center of a natural disaster and receive no damage at all. But he was right there, undamaged, and completely safe. How can such a monster exist in the world?

The storm slowly lost its speed and vanished in the end. The sky returned to the normal shape and the wind became gentle in pace until becoming a soft breeze.

The warmth and softness of the air would soothe the skin and delight the minds, dispelling all of the stress and anxiety. But it didn't seem to have any effect on him. His countenance was absolutely indifferent about it. One could only reach one thing by reading his mind, and that was nothing but boredom.

"I want to die."