We all know there are many people who would love an apocalypse. There are the scum who could benefit, the weak who could rise higher and the crazy ones who lose all sense of self but what of the oddballs who hated life but held on, hoping, wishing for something to change? Someone who has both everything he could want and nothing at the same time... let's see how this lucky bastard that could make gods spit blood flourishes in a wasteland that was once his home with stakes far higher than any being could imagine.
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I just wanted to leave a note that although the apocalypse starts immediatelly it dosen't get serious untill chapter six and as such not many fight scenes will appear before then. The protagonist isn't some helpless newbie, he is trained from birth due to his parentage and has always had luck and skills surpassing others. This is the story of a lucky genius, not some random guy off the street.
- This story... well, i can't say it's dropped or that there's legitimate reasons i am not updating like uni or a job but i've hit a snag in writing it and until i manage to get over that, if ever, i won't be updating. Apologies to those who actually liked it.
