Platinum Skies (The Manifests Series #2)

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26 year old Zeke Alcantara has seen and witnessed many things in his life. From presidents that come and go, human achievements that were ahead of their time, scientific discoveries that changed life and society itself, and even a full-fledged viral pandemic that plagued the Earth four years ago.

Those things are a lot to take in on their own, but these past four months have been wilder than anything he has been into so far.

Because he was in an apocalypse.

And he had powers that come from otherworldly weapons called Manifests.

None of these made actual sense, and it felt like he was losing his marbles every time he thinks about it too much.

For the past month, he has been to and fro, searching for survivors and fighting aliens. He even went toe to toe with an alien general just last week. Yet, he still hasn't gotten used to the reality of the situation he was facing.

Oftentimes, when he wasn't doing anything in particular, there was this sinking feeling of missing the old times. There was a feeling of alienation, too, for he was in a land that he wasn't even familiar with, hundreds of kilometers away from the place he calls home.

If there's any compensation to any of these, it's that at least, he had a lot of friends in the settlement.

Half of which, were Korean idols.

One of them had powers like him, and the other, wore a stolen alien armor that allowed her to be of near-equal strength to him.

Again, none of these makes sense to him at all.

But it gave him some kind of comfort in this cold, cruel catastrophe.

He'll take that anyday.

April 26, 2023, 6:28 am, Minhyuk's Settlement, Daegu, South Korea.

It's early in the morning, and snow was lightly falling on the settlement grounds.

At a time like this, Zeke would be preparing his combat training together with TWICE member Park Jihyo at around 5:40 am.

But today, the two are on a break. Jihyo and the rest were still fast asleep.

Zeke was just quietly taking his breakfast on the food stalls--- a warm pancake with butter and maple syrup---and as he chewed on his delectable breakfast, he was watching an intense battle unfold between two of his other friends---Minji and Hangyeol---on the table just next to him.

It was a debate; a titanic clash of ideas that rivals even their fateful battle with Koul'in General Khera.

"So... let me get this straight." Minji began. "You think... that everything, as in, everything in this world... Are just technically bags. Like backpacks, satchels, and handbags."

"Yes." Hangyeol replied.

"Okay... Next question. Do you hear how absolutely ridiculous you sound?" Minji retorted.

"Hey! What gives? I'm making a valid arguement." Hangyeol protested. "The general definition of a bag is that it is a flexible container for you to store valueable things into, right? So anything you can think of is a bag, in a way."

"That doesn't make sense AT ALL." Minji replied. "There are alot of things in this world that aren't clearly bags. Okay, hard example. A sofa. There. It isn't a bag."

"But it holds cotton inside. Cotton is a valueable part of it. So a sofa... it's just one huge bag filled with cotton that you can sit on." Hangyeol replied. "Its a multi-purpose bag!"