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.
Irony
"How many potions are produced here?" Wain asked with a curious look, carefully watching the actions of the monsters who seemed to know what had to be done.
"Hmm...." Edena wondered, "I don't know, the success rate gets higher every day as the monsters learn and make fewer mistakes, but I think several thousand per hour. However, that's just here, there are far fewer factories than storages or greenhouses, but it's still more than ten."
Wain nodded, "Not bad, those are impressive numbers. Well, I've already looked at everything, so we can consider the tour over. Come on, it's time to get on with the experiment, isn't it?"
"Sure." Edena smiled, "After we're done I'll show you a collection of our strongest potions. These are the potions we have in single copies."