Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
Is It True?
"Guh!" A youth grunted as corruption condensed in his body, turning his hair a shade of green as an Origin Space was formed in his stomach, causing it to be filled with trace amounts of corruption.
Following that, information flooded his mind, allowing him to understand the ins and outs of his ability, causing him to shake his head in disappointment, "My ability is land-based."
Sigh!
Kekua Fornol exhaled in disappointment, quickly concealing her emotions to avoid worrying the people too much. She then nodded at the youth, prompting him to leave, "Record details regarding your ability with Himsha."
Himsha was in charge of the team that maintained records of all Blight Human abilities. It didn't just consist of those in the island town but also from the mainland. Information regarding that was procured by their informants stationed in various cities and delivered to them periodically.
Know yourself and your enemy!