Lying on a soft, cushioned bed, Lucian silently stared at the wooden ceiling above.
For the last five years, he had never forgotten about his past. Every night, as he tried to sleep, something kept him alive.
Memories... Right. Memories of several occasions.
The moment the apocalypse began.
The moment he acquired several cheat-like abilities.
The moment he met mysterious people like Silas.
The times when he questioned himself. His own existence.
He couldn't help but ask a simple question, "Why me?"
Even as he wanted to merely live quietly in a small apartment, fate always planned differently. Until now, he had dodged death several times.
Although it was cool at first, as more time passed, things began to feel off.
Now, he didn't feel exhilarated like before. Instead, a constant feeling of fear haunted his back.
"What if I die?"
"What about my peaceful life?"
"Who am I?"
