Nearly 500 years have passed since the so-called apocalypse where souls dominated their control over the human vessels and grew into fierce monsters. A small frail kid saved humanity from getting wiped out of the face of the earth through his strangely powerful and unique techniques and taught them to the humans that followed him. He became a legend and humans developed special powers called cranks from his teachings. Humans couldn't procreate anymore. A very few thousands of last generation humans that remained or stayed alive by becoming crankers now constitutes the only humanity left on the planet. And they should continue to keep levelling up their cranks by slaying monsters and siphoning their souls to stay immortal and most of them tend to form teams to increase their odds. Everything was wrist-slittingly boring like that until one of those teams went ahead and mistakenly awakened the legend kid from his deep, and sound slumber. ----------------- Daily 2 chapters --------------- I'm an aspiring writer. And English is not my native language. So please bear with any vocabulary or grammar mistakes, and try to suggest any improvements to the story. It would be very much appreciated. Writing is a tab bit easier with enough drive of a motivation. ------------ Unfortunately the book cover doesn't belong to me. I found it on Pinterest. And edited it a little. ------------All Rights Reserved