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ART Of Survival

It has been 10 years now, 10 years of lock-down, 10 years of torture, pain, and suffering. Many families were destroyed, World's economy became a mess, because of lack of food and medical facilities a mere 60% of the humanity is left. Suddenly one day......... "Breaking news! Patients of 'Virus X' are coming out of coma! People are getting better! Is this the end of the most disastrous decade of humanity?" Or this is the beginning of something worse? Something that will change everything. . . . . . . . Credits for artwork:- pasoputi If you find some grammatical error then please bear with it. English is not my first language. :) Not even second...I guess it's my fourth language if that makes any sense. I am learning though and I will get better,

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I Choose Death!

"I have 2 years..." Mal mumbled as he glanced at the sky, steeling his resolve to survive. He now was brimming with confidence and a desire to be the dragon the man in the sky talked about. He thought of opening the 'information panel' there but he shook his head at the thought. "I first have to gather up the supplies I would be needing in the coming future," he said to himself.

He first thought of going to the supermarket but then he shook the thought out of his head as it has been 5 years now and obviously, everything in the supermarket would have gone bad. "Fuck," he cursed inside. "I have to think of something different as I at least need food and water in order to survive, but the question is how?" he thought.

"I can arrange water by collecting rainwater or finding a clean stream of water somewhere, but how am I supposed to arrange food? Should I go hunting? I can if I get a powerful ability. Oh, first I should look into my information to see what kind of power I have..." Mal thought as he remembered how he used to read novels of people in this kind of situation and then get powerful OP abilities to fight against evil (Auth:- Cringe).

Mal patted his puffed-up chest to let out the exhilaration that was not letting him breathe, he moved his head in the front and called out "Status Open!!"

"..."

Insert Spongebob meme- 1 and a half inches later (Auth:- Okay I will stop)

'Current Time'

It has been 1 and a half years since earthlings were given the deadline of 2 years and now only 6 months were left. The situation now in comparison to what it was before is completely different. People before were to cower in fear and were confused about the situation they were in but now, times have changed. People started to learn how to control their powers and hence, they were soon divided into two factions in accordance with their power type

One group was the 'Elementalists' who were proficient in using elemental-type magic that is controlling fire, water, air, earth. lightning, holy, and darkness or shadow. The other faction was of transformers (Auth:- what now? I like this name...wanna fight with me?), they were the people who could transform fully or partially into various creatures who boasts various special abilities like super strength, super speed, poison, and even x-ray eyes. This group was the one with the widest range of abilities.

After the first year, fights started breaking out between the two different kinds of power wielders, and hence, the EASP (Earthlings Association of Super Powers) was formed which divided the two groups fully.

In a dark alley somewhere in Daegu, South Korea, a figure was sitting in the dark nibbling on something. The figure looked skinny and was shivering. It was our MC MC {Mal-Chin} (Auth:- See a name fitting for our MC *Wink* *Wink*). As for how he went from a person who was so confident a year before to a state which was worse than that of a dying dog? To know that we have to go 1 and a half years ago.

1 and a half inches ago (Auth:- I just cannot *Pfft*)

"Status Open!" Mal shouted with all his might

In front of his eyes, a white panel opened.

Name:- Mal Chin Strength:- 7

Age:- 19 Speed:- 8

Race:- Lowest Human* Endurance:- 6

Special trait:- A Decent Painter Mana:- 0

Special abilities:- Can Paint [Lv 1] Charm:- 10 Luck:- 2

"Wtf is this!?" Mal was stunned upon seeing his information panel. "A Decent Painter?" "Can Paint?" Wtf am I supposed to do with that? he cursed, "Where is my promised fire control magic or dragon transformation skill?" "How am I supposed to fight with paint skill? While fighting am I supposed to draw faces on monsters for a good laugh? Or should I hold an art auction in a frekin apocalypse!!!."

Mal was having a mental breakdown upon seeing his info. After looking at his skills he moved his attention towards his attributes. Is 7 strength supposed to be powerful? Do I have super speed with 8 points in speed? Are 6 points in endurance going to make me a tank? and why do I don't have mana? how am I supposed to fight without using my skills? Oh wait I forgot, I have fucking painting for a skill...what about the charm? Is having 10 charm going to stop monsters from attacking me? Or will I be able to qualify without participating in the upcoming competition just because of my handsomeness? and are 2 points in luck going to help me get OP stuff from killing even cockroaches?

*Huff* *Huff* Mal was panting from rage as he was filling stifled inside his chest.

"Nevermind, I guess I will search for food while waiting for my OP powers to unlock or something.....

After reading tons of books with a similar setting. He was thinking of himself as the protagonist as he left everything on fate, thinking that a super-powerful power will awaken inside him. (Auth:-Cringe :( )He had forgotten what his father used to always tell him when he was young.

"Reality can be a lot different than what we imagine or think it to be, it can be disappointing at times, and also it can be surprisingly happy or sad therefore, we should be always ready for what is to come. This makes us always ready to fight against the worst."

Back to the Future (Auth:- I will stop with these references I am Sowwy)

And now Mal was in this situation, leaving everything to fate made him a useless piece of trash, as he didn't even bother to look into his powers or at least learn new skills so that he could at least live a better life if not the best.

The saying "Shoot for the moon, even if you fail. at least you will land on the stars." Is true only if someone shoots himself up, you cannot expect someone to take you to the moon. No one has time to look at a useless piece of shit let alone carry it.

Mal learned this the hard way but now it was too late for him to do anything about it. The least he could do is get his shit together and work himself out to survive in the Planet cluster X3, which, according to the Man in The Sky, was a hell-hole even for someone like him.

By leaving everything to fate he had already unconsciously chosen death, so why not face death with some strength and determination?

_End Of Chapter_

The lowest human:- Humans are categorized into 8 types according to their power

Lowest, Low, Low-Mid, Mid, Low-High, High, Highest, and finally Saint Human.

I will tell more about power levels in the upcoming chapters.

Another chapter done. A little late this time...It's 4 AM here :)

I had to go to my cafe today for a monthly food inspection.

Whatever...please guys enjoy the new chapter...

Alright Imma go sleep

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