Year 2011. Date: 31 December.
It was a cold clear night. The moon above was red, not the usual white. The ti on my wall clock showed 11:59:50 PM.
I tilted my head back, eyes gazing through the window at the sky. My breath fogged up the cold glass, but all I cared about was the strange colour of that moon.
Everyone else was shouting the countdown. 10... 9... 8... 7... 1... Their voices overlapped together, welcoming the new year.
"Happy New Year!"
"Welco, 2012!"
The TV in my room was on, buzzing with noise and cheers, but I wasn’t watching. My eyes caught sothing streaking across the dark sky. A star, falling fast.
A shooting star, I thought. Just a normal one.
So I made a wish, like a kid should. My lips curled into a grin as I whispered,
"I wish... when I grow up, I’ll have countless beauties clinging to . Hmph, even the heavens must not allow to die single!"
[ Warning: Demonic Fragnts Detected ]
[ Host Identified: Abyss Anchor ]
[ Directive: Return all fragnts to the Abyss ]
[ Host body incompatible — vessel too weak ]
[ Error... Error... system rebooting... ]
[ Abyss Seed entering Dormant State ]
And for a second — just a blink — sothing like a hiccup brushed in front of my eyes.
Weirdest thing? For a blink I thought I saw a blue screen. Like a ga screen. Words I didn’t understand.
Sothing about fragnts and abyss. My head hurt, so I laughed it off. Just kid imagination, right? Or maybe... maybe not.
Yeah, cringe, but I was dead serious back then.
I an, what else would a ten-year-old boy wish for? Girls were all I wanted.
But the stars didn’t answer my childish wish. They had other plans for .
Because that night... the world changed.
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The sky wasn’t right. The red moon I’d been staring at suddenly lit everything up in an ominous glow.
Even the air around changed. One second it was just air, the next it felt heavy in my throat, like I was breathing fog that didn’t exist.
Then ca the sounds. Dogs barking like they’d gone rabid, glass shattering, people screaming.
When I ran outside, the neighbour’s dog — the sa mutt I used to feed biscuits to — had eyes glowing red, its jaw unhinged wider than it should.
It wasn’t the sa dog anymore.
That was the first ti I saw a pet turn. And that was the first ti I knew the world wasn’t coming back.
... And then it hit .
The Mayans.
Everyone used to laugh about it. "2012, the end of the world!" s before s were even called s.
So laughed, so made s, so said the Mayan calendar just "ran out."
People joked the earth’s subscription expired. Others said they’d throw one last party before the planet exploded.
I even watched that Hollywood movie—cities falling, giant waves, earthquakes tearing the ground apart—and walked out thinking, ’Ha, see you in 2013.’
But standing there, under that red moon, listening to the screams? I couldn’t laugh anymore.
Because the Mayans weren’t wrong.
They didn’t ran out of dates.
But what if it wasn’t the end of the calendar?
What if it was the end of the lock?
When the calendar hit zero, the seal broke—
and the Abyss spilled into our world.
Because the world really did end in 2012.
Just... not in the way anyone expected.
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That night, everything went crazy. Animals, plants, even the bugs—you na it, they all changed.
One mont you had a cat, the next it had three heads and wanted to eat you. Yeah, Happy New Year.
That night was called D-Night.
Doomsday Night.
Animals began to mutate into things humans couldn’t even dream of.
They looked like creatures ripped straight out of so fantasy novel or from other planets, so scientists just called them Otherworldly Beings.
Yeah, real creative. "Otherworldly" when they’re literally from Earth. But who cares about nas when a chicken now has six eyes and breathes fire?
Plants mutated too. Forget sunlight. They decided at tastes better. Imagine going out for a morning jog and a flower tries to eat you alive. Yeah, welco to the new world.
And the pets... oh, the pets.
Your cute little dogs, the ones you hug at night, the ones wagging their tails when you say, "Sit, Tommy." "Good boy!" The ones you feed biscuits to.
Yeah, those sa good boys?
Now they eat you.
So they’re not good boys anymore. They’re bad, bad boys. The kind of bad boys that make even demons look like lapdogs.
And guess what? Poodles. Yes, poodles. Those fluffy little things with bows in their hair? They got ranked F-tier in the official "Most Dangerous Otherworldly Beings" list.
F. Tier. Imagine dying from sothing that looks like it belongs in a fashion show.
So next ti you see a poodle, don’t even think about giving it treats. Don’t even look at it. Because that will be your last day on Earth.
Especially if you’ve got chocolate on you. They evolved to sll it from a mile away. Forget wolves hunting blood. Poodles now hunt Dairy Milk.
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Unless, of course, you’re one of those lucky bastards who awakened as a B-rank, A-rank, S-rank, or even SSS-rank superhuman. Then sure, go ahead, pet them, scratch their bellies, and give them chocolate fondues if you like.
But if you’re trash like , stuck with a trash bloodline... stay ho. Stay alive. Read novels. And pretend you’re an SSS-rank hero with a harem big enough to fill a football stadium.
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Humans had to evolve. Tanks? Nukes? Might as well throw pebbles. I saw clips of soldiers blasting a rabbit with missiles. The rabbit sneezed and went back to eating grass. That was the world now.
Yeah. That bad.
Cities I’d only seen on TV? Gone overnight. Whole countries? Just wiped off the map like soone spilled ink. People said millions died that day. I don’t know the number. I just knew my parents never ca back.
"And then they ca forth!" I stood on the bed with a towel as a cape, fingers stabbing at the ceiling like so superhero.
"Superhumans! Stronger than any tank, faster than any jet, tougher than any nuke! They beat the crap out of those otherworldly monsters, slamd them into the ground, and pulled humanity back onto its feet!"
I flared my towel-cape dramatically, nearly falling off the bed. My sister just stared at like I’d lost half my brain cells.
"Yeah! Superhumans, the saviours of Earth! With one punch they made mountains tremble, with one slash they cut beasts bigger than skyscrapers, and with one flex they made normal humans believe again!"
I coughed twice, tried to look cool, then muttered, "Basically... they saved the world. Totally epic."
That was , playing hero for my little sister.
We grew up in the sa orphanage. She was two years younger than . I was like a big brother to her.
I lost my parents on D-Night, and two years later, I was living with my beautiful foster sister under the sa broken roof.
But fate? Yeah, fate’s an asshole. Because when it was finally my turn to awaken... they gave the most useless bloodline in the entire world.
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