Prologue

[As the 23rd Century passes by, the world grows lively to actually inhumanely deep inside.]

[There is no peace as the community turned toxic over trivial matters. People change to egoistic, selfish, and manipulators. All of the people here are guilty, there's no innocence left in this world even a new born baby.]

[That's how the world or this Earth I perceived. It's dirty.]

"Oh I like to do cleaning," I said to myself.

I draw out my sword and lick my lower lip in anticipation I'm feeling to taste a blood and get dirty with it.

"Especially, when cleaning dirt on Earth."

I burst out laughing at what I said.

Cleaning dirt on Earth was easy. Because you don't need to find them one by one. You just need to swing your sword at anyone.

You know what I mean. There is no innocence in this world.

Except whoever survived. Those who still have humanity in themselves. If.

"Hey stop!"

I throw my head back in frustration. There she goes again.

"Don't you ever!"

I narrowed my eyes at her. I scoffed at how her words are strong but her whole body shakes. What's up to her coming back again and again even though I killed her many times?

I throw a dark stare at her and there she falls on the ground, blood spitting out her mouth. I yawned as I was tired with the repeated events with her.

What a persistent woman.

I turned to look down at the people who were waiting to see the sunrise of the new year. A new century.

We're now at 26th century are we? It's time to clean the living mess.

I let myself fall down from a skyscraper built by the sinners of Earth. I swung my sword at the man who was standing on my way. A scream then was followed before I landed on the ground.

"Aahhh!"

"What is that?!"

I raised my head slowly, peeking at them with my long hair. I give one of my death stares.

A crowd surrounded me spit blood as they died. It'll never stop unless there's no blood left in their body. But they are lucky. That's the easiest way to die in my hands or rather in front of me.

I swing my sword like a baton while the crowd splits as I walk between the group. They stared at me horrified.

I stopped on my tracks when I faced the famous and known actress with her acting skills. I raise my sword pointing at her. I smirked when she started shaking and horrified at the glance of me.

She's been the person I wanted to kill the most in this Penal Termination. I always see her on TV.

"Pe... nal... ty... Mode 1," I whispered but loud to hear from her.

My left eyebrow rose and I swung my sword.

The rising sun dimmed but the clouds were in the way thus it colored the fear... the future of everyone in the center of the Dome to witness the new year. It turned black and gloomy, it gave the same vibes of darkness I will do to these humanity.

Everybody ended up wounded except for the actress who received the first blow.

The commotion started. They panicked and ran away from me. They're bumping each other while crying out loud of fear. That makes my whole body chill to do my job to them.

I snickered and enjoyed their trembles.

They must be.

"Penalty Hell... Mode 12."

***

"South Lark Dome. Finished," I mumbled.

I looked down at the city that is completely obliterated. I saw some people who didn't get affected by my final blow.

I am disappointed. A few of them survived.

I also saw the girl not far away standing at the bunch of corpses. My suspicion has grown. But it's not my job to deal with this Dome anymore, hence it's not my business.

Freaking freak.

I scoff at some of the possibilities I thought, she will be too much to handle for the following team as I am clearly aware that no one in the entire world would receive the Heart of Humanity.

That could be entertaining.

But that's impossible. The Heart of Humanity doesn't exist.

I turned and started to walk away shoving the thought of that bullsh*t. My body slowly vanished as I stated the ordeal created in this world.

"From the Revoke of Arcvadia, we'll be back for more torture."