[SYSTEM UPDATE]

~The First Woe of the Third Wave Of ARMAGEDDON Has Commenced~

[SYSTEM INFORMATION]

<Third Scenario: Four Wails Of Woe>

{Scenario Information}

The Trumpets will sound, and the first four woes to befall humanity will determine the third round of calamity that will be wrought upon the world.

Survive until the end and be rewarded.

<First Woe>

A third of the land will be burned up over the course of a week through hails of fire mixed with blood.

[Quest Update]

~Quests Have Been Received!~

<Quest 1>

Gather sufficient resources to survive the woes that will befall the world and survive.

<Quest 2>

Protect your designated ’territory’ and ensure it has enough points necessary to be spared from the chaos to come.

<Quest 3>

Defeat The Boss And End The Scenario

{Rewards Such As Karma Points And Items Will Be Given For Each Quest Accomplished}

[Note: All Skills and Title Effects will cease to function until the Scenario is over. Only Gifts and Items will be allowed to operate]

~BEST OF LUCK!~

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Hell

The world appeared to be a living purgatory of blood and flames.

The distorted view of destroyed towers and devastated construction clouded the air with dust and smoke, a bloody pungent smell corrupting the senses as thousands of mangled corpses collapsed into a stream of blood that painted the dystopian city red!

Clouds of orange smoke ascended into the sky, the flames and destruction was reminiscent of the underworld, only the echo of death and terror accompanied me through the city

As I slowly walked, I took in these rabid sensations, while ignoring the distracting pangs of despair that surrounded me, and instead pressed forward.

Cars that have long been forgotten lie around, pounded, and severely battered by rain, debris, and the prowlers in this modern era.

From my distance, I could sense a battle nearby. Perhaps I should venture to watch them...

"It’s none of my business anyway..." I thought, dissuading myself from making the wrong call.

I ventured further in the opposite direction from the unnecessary trouble which was escalating at a rapid rate.

"There might be loot, though"

I paused, stopping dead in my tracks as soon as I considered this. My weary legs, covered by my blue sneakers and black socks, slowly began to turn around, moving back to the place I had just avoided. I picked up the pace in order to reach a vantage point quickly before the battle ends.

My red jacket flowed behind me, covering the black shirt I wore to match my dark trousers. With hastened steps, I dashed from my location and jumped on the cars I had passed by, leaping even higher by using them as footholds.

My sneakers glowed as my body boosted, propelling me high into the air. Immediately, wings appeared behind me, causing me to glide through the air and soar higher than my current reach. The mechanical construct which took me up whirred as its turbines spun, allowing me to control my momentum and direction. I kept ascending, reaching the top of a high-rise building in no time. I safely landed on top of the roof and the wings behind me vanished.

I took a few steps forward, raising my hands slightly, expecting something to fall on it.

Immediately, a pair of goggles dropped on my palm, appearing out of thin air. I placed the device on my face, drawing my eyes closer to the two holes, and gazed within the circular structure they had.

Using this, I could clearly see what was happening below me, as I observed the source of the conflict I had felt earlier.

I saw an amusing sight, one I have experienced on many occasions. A group of Gifteds, against their enemies, the Demons..

I watched as the desperate group of five fought against one fairly large Demon, and despite being pushed back by the monstrous creature, they nonetheless refused to give up.

"Foolish... They just don’t know when it’s time to surrender..." I muttered and observed how they coordinated themselves while using their respective Gifts to fight.

The Demon appeared to be a Grade 3. How disappointing, I expected something better. This was practically useless for me. It seems I wasted my time.

I sighed and turned away, looking at my target location from the height of the building I stood on. It doesn’t seem too far for me to fly there with my wings, but it’s better not to use them so often.

"I’m out of here," I said.

The members of that group are most likely going to die. However, only a fool would feel pity for them.

In this world, it’s dog-eat-dog. I’m sure this isn’t how it was intended to be from the start, but humans always find a way to ruin beautiful things.

Once again, my mechanical wings appeared and I took to the ground, returning to the abandoned road I was walking through previously.

Within several minutes, I arrived at my destination.

Before me was a dark tunnel, with luminous stones glowing around the entrance, dimly lighting the place with its translucent glow.

Broken down buildings and destroyed vehicles all surrounded the tunnel, however, this very structure appeared to be intact.

"I’ll be finding Treasures here for sure!"

After all, this is the rumored place, said to contain an item I need to complete my latest construct.

"Fortunately, I’m the first one here... It’s mine..." I smiled slightly.

Suddenly, the watch on my wrist beeped, causing me to check it quickly.

The wristwatch displayed a blue window in front of me, informing me of hostile individuals within my vicinity who were approaching my current location.

"Tch, just what I was avoiding..." I let out in dissatisfaction.

I closed the window upon realizing they were close and turned around to greet my unwelcome guests.

A group of riff-raffs dressed up like dregs approached me with a menacing look in their eyes. Unlike me, their attires were dirty, worn out, and unkempt.

Upon seeing the way I was dressed, they eyed me suspiciously and greedily.

"Oi, Oi. What the hell do you think you’re doing here?!" The one who seemed to be their leader said to me in his delinquent tone.

In the past, this might’ve fazed me, but now it was no better than the desperate bark of a powerless cur.

I blankly looked at the group, only 7 men, and 2 women. An entire caravan of 9 members... Not too bad, considering the nature of the world. Their joint interest in crime and negative values seem to be holding them together, but sooner or later they will turn against each other... Just as ’they’ turned against me.

"What do you want?" I asked them pointlessly.