A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous.

But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful.

In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters.

Then one day, I died. Almost.

Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger.

Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. 

I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for.

Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

Her slow but rhythmic movement made prominent against the floor boards as she walked briskly observing her environment. 


She had swept through the lower decks of the cruise ship— The Whistling Derrick and had still seen no sign of survivors or the Calamity Creature responsible for this disaster. 


A sudden loud explosion sound came from the floor just above were she stood and she immediately and instinctively blasted through the dead corpses and pools of blood as she ran towards the direction of the sound. 


She blasted up the stairwell and into the clearing, in front of her was a huge door with intricate and expensive designs that implied wealth and status. Blood was spilled all over the artwork, there by reducing its glow. 


"The Banquet Hall..." She muttered and made a beeline for it. 


Chapter 67 - An Arm For An Arm