Scarlett Jerkins' dream was simple: wealth and the freedom to indulge. But when she let love in, she regretted it as her life was brutally cut short by her husband's family, ending a six-month coma but fate had other plans. Ding! {You've awakened the Echo System.} Scarlett's eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar world, guided by an enigmatic system that revealed her new reality: an apocalypse world where monsters born from history deceased roamed free. She discovered that she was among the chosen members chosen by the system destined to save humanity. But this newfound purpose felt like a curse. Having escaped death only to face it again was a cruel twist of fate. And to make matters worse, her life was now tied to Garvin Johnson, her former rude, spoilt brat boss, whom she must protect at all costs. As she navigates this treacherous realm, she must confronts twisted creatures born from history's deceased. With the three elements at her command, she must gather resources, slay monsters, and safeguard Garvin. Scarlett's drive for survival becomes a quest for redemption, fueled by her past traumas and newfound purpose. As stakes escalate, Scarlett and Garvin face impossible choices, forging alliances with other chosen members who were handsome men and confronting enemies in a desperate bid to ensure humanity's survival.
Kato, still seated, chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on Scarlett. "See?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "Humans. Always humans."
"Are you crazy?" Louise yelled, storming forward and shoving the old man away from Scarlett. The force sent the elderly man sprawling to the ground, landing hard on his buttocks. "Who are you to stop us?" Louise demanded, his voice thick with anger.
'I told you,' came Kato's voice through the mind link, laced with a smirk. 'Humans are the most dangerous creatures. At least monsters attack us head-on. Humans, though, the ones you'd never expect will betray you or stab you in the back when you least see it coming.'
The old man scrambled to his feet, the bloodied knife still clutched tightly in his trembling hand. Scarlett's blood dripped from the blade, leaving faint red streaks on the dusty floor. His expression was a twisted mix of desperation and resolve.