Arc 1: Chapter 8

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Martin felt that his memories and the the happenings of this timeline starts to deviate. All of it, he knew, were all because of him. The moment he opened his eyes and starts to change things in its original trajectory, the world itself starts to develop way further from it's course. 

He gathered these friends of his, who, were supposed to die and turn into a nightwalker. He looked for Bastian on his own, and met him without waiting for the right time. He also didn't wait any longer to break up with Eusto, the moment he woke up. He just wanted to make everything according to his wishes and for their survival. 

Martin watched, lips pursed as Bastian pulled himself out of the modified truck. He heard a thump above, indicating that Bastian had already situated himself. Suddenly, the car swerved again, cleanly avoiding the missile targeted at them. Rod cursed, hands tight in the steering wheel. 

Bastian grabbed the edge of the car roof, his knees pressed down to not be overthrown due to the impact. He aimed at the car ramming beside theirs, eyes glinting as the car window opened, revealing a man wearing tight suit. He was about to jump towards the vehicle Bastian was currently perched at. The man held a hand dagger, using it as a claw to hold himself up. The car kept on bumping against the military truck, however, it does not cause any damage since it was already modified and designed to take a heavy impact. 

Bastian gripped his Beretta, he stabilized himself as he aimed before pulling the trigger at the man. The man dodged, gripping at the window before pulling himself up and pushed his feet against their own car. Bastian smirked, before kicking the enemy with a swing of his long leg. The man's tout muscle received the attacked and almost fell off however he balanced himself again, throwing a punch at Bastian. Bastian's gloved left hand gripped the man's knuckle before twisting it with a forceful pull, aiming to dislocate and break the man's shoulder. The man grunted, eyes glinting, before pulling back, only to grab Bastian's right arm. The force the two exerted made them heavier, thus making the roof cave in a little. 

Martin looked up, then pushed the military truck's door open before rushing out. He jumped at the black car at the left, gripping at the hood, his knuckles turned white from the force. The black car swerved, trying to throw him off the car, but Martin pulled his own dagger, before stabbing it at the metal of the car. His lips turning into a devilish grin as he finally saw who was inside the car. 

He grinned evilly, eyes meeting the middle aged man seated at the middle of the two bodyguard at the back seat. He lisped, "So it was you, General!" His eyes filled with pleasant surprise and excitement, Along with a heavy and malicious intent. 

This man. Not even his hatred for Eusto and Allen can compare! This man, General Amadeus, the mastermind of the research facility called Divinity, was behind all the failure of gathering the resources for the cure. This man is the mastermind of the research about the powers of humanity as well as the higher evolution of the undead. He made use of the apocalypse to gather various samples and materials to accomplish his dark ambition- to become an immortal. 

It was ironic how a man search for immortality through death. But this man, without any scruples for the lives of others, sacrificed 64% of human population just to achieve what he seeks. And including in those who were directly affected is Bastian. He died holding the last vial of an extracted liquid from the meteorite,which started the virus, and was killed by the generals man when they stole the material for hindering the production of the cure. 

General Amadeus is a pure fanatic of the apocalypse. He wants the system of earth as it is right now. A system where power is everything. He wants to become a God. A being with the power to control the living things on earth. He was ambitious and cruel, ready to sacrifice if necessary. And this is what led to the death of 90% of the population at the military base camp durng the invasion. 

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