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RED: Swordsman in the Apocalypse

In a post-apocalyptic Earth, devastated by an invasion of Elder Gods through Dimensional Rifts seventy years ago, humanity is on the brink of extinction. The invasion caused massive land shifts, destroying continents and contaminating the atmosphere with radiation and pestilence. Survivors now live in domed cities called Fortresses, protected from the horrors outside. To fight back, humans developed the Knight Program, harnessing a mysterious energy source that emerged during the First Invasion. This program produces super-powered soldiers, known as Knights, who are humanity's last hope against the Elder Gods. *** .Enter Huey Blade, the last heir of a ruined sword family and a returnee swordsman in a post-apocalyptic Earth. Insensitive, narcissistic, and possibly sociopathic, Huey was transmigrated to a world of Red and Decay, struggling every second to survive. After decades, Huey finally returns home, only to find Earth devastated and his family long gone. Now, as a not-so-human swordsman, he must navigate this fallen world, as a Swordsman in the apocalypse, and humanity's public enemy number two! ... "What?! No call of duty?!" ... Other name: Returnee Swordsman in the Apocalypse ––STONE GOALS–– 50 Golden Tickets = One extra chapter 100 power stones = One Extra Chapter 100 Golden Tickets = Two Extra Chapters 200 power stones = Two Extra Chapters ––STONE GOALS–– NOTE, 50 Golden tickets are also equivalent to 100 powerstones. but if there's 50 tickets, and 100 powerstones at the same time, then there'll be two extra chapters regardless to keep up with the goal. So for every 50 tickets or 100 powerstones, there'll be one extra chapter. For now. this may be revised later in the future as things progress.

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151 Chs

Chapter 132

How long had passed?

A few days? A couple of weeks, months? Huey didn't know.

Here, time seemed irrelevant.

His eyes were spread wide open, forced to stare at a burning radiance of light that hovered above him. The piercing rays stung his unfocused eyes but there was nothing he could do about it.

This was about one of those rare times he regained a minor sense of awareness and very mild clarity.

All he recognised, barely, was staring at bright lamp that was hung above his face. The light of the lamp was unusually bright.

Perhaps he was hallucinatimg it, like every other things, or maybe it was as a result of the overstimulated effect of the drugs they kept pumping into his blood stream over the last couple of weeks.

Even if the overwhelmingly bright lamp hurt his eyes, there was nothing he could do about. Its rays pierced deeply, seemingly thrusting through to his mind and brain, and rousing his dulled senses more and more.