The black holes didn’t just cause destruction when they appeared—they also caused massive damage when they disappeared. As they collapsed on their own, they released huge amounts of gamma rays and other strange types of radiation that the world had never seen before.
Not the kind science had known. No Geiger counter could asure it. No suit could block it. This was sothing alien... unnatural. Gamma rays powerful enough to lt bone. Pulses of radiation laced with sothing unexplainable, sothing that rewrote life itself.
And this... is what changed the world.
Millions died instantly, their bodies burned from the inside out. But the unlucky ones didn’t get to die.
So scread as their flesh twisted and bubbled, bones snapping and reshaping. Eyes lted. Teeth stretched. Skin peeled back to reveal sothing no longer human.
They mutated.
Beasts that had once been people. Tall, crooked things that drooled acid and walked like nightmares. Their minds were gone, replaced by hunger, rage, and chaos. Cities beca hunting grounds. Hos beca traps. Civilization fell in days.
But that wasn’t all.
Others didn’t mutate. They didn’t grow stronger or larger.
They died. And then got back up.
Zombies.
Their skin rotting, their hearts silent. But their legs moved. Their jaws worked. They didn’t sleep. They didn’t talk. They didn’t stop. They craved one thing—flesh. Anything alive was a target. Friends, lovers, even their own children. It didn’t matter anymore.
These undead weren’t like in horror movies. They were fast. So ran on all fours. So climbed walls. So even rembered how to open doors.
And the worst part?
They were growing smarter.
But among the chaos... a rare few survived the radiation not with death or madness—but with power.
n and won who could control fire with their hands,who floated in the air, who can bent tal just by looking at it. These people beca known as the Touched.
They believed they were chosen by the almighty.
No one knew why they got powers. Was it fate? Genetics? Luck?
No one could explain it.
So of the Touched will beco saviors. Protecting the weak. Building safe zones. Fighting back the undead.
Others will beca devils. Monsters in human skin. Using their powers to rule like kings. To kill, steal, and enslave.
In a broken world, power becos everything.
But not everyone was lucky.
So didn’t mutate. Didn’t beco zombies. Didn’t get any powers.
They just... survived.
No gifts. No strengths. Just blood, breath, and the will to live.
Roman was one of them.
No glowing eyes. No lightning in his veins. No power to fly or heal or destroy.
Just a body that sohow resisted the radiation. A soul that refused to die.
Every ti Roman saw those so-called "gifted" people—the ones who survived the radiation and gained powers—he felt sothing twist inside him.
Jealousy.
Not because he wanted fa. Not because he wanted attention.
But because deep down, he felt cheated.
Why did life always deal him the worst cards? Why was God always unfair to him?
Even now, in the middle of the apocalypse, these "Touched" were living like kings. They had clean clothes, warm beds, full als, and followers who treated them like gods.
Roman, on the other hand, was digging through trash for scraps—dirty, bleeding, hungry. He hid in shadows while others shined in the light.
And the worst part?
He wasn’t alone.
He had a family. A girlfriend. People he risked his life for, day after day.
He brought food to them when there was nothing left.
He fought mutated creatures just to get a half-rotten apple or a piece of bread.
And yet...
They never cared.
His girlfriend never said thank you.
His stepmother only looked at him when she had sothing cruel to say.
His stepbrother laughed at him like he was a joke.
They only noticed him when the food ran out—just to bla him.
"You’re useless."
"Why can’t you bring more?"
"Go back out! We’re still hungry!"
He kept his head down. Took the insults. Smiled through the pain.
Because sowhere deep in his heart, he still had hope.
He believed that maybe—just maybe—if he worked hard enough... they would see him. They would appreciate him. They would acknowledge him.
He was wrong.
So painfully wrong.
---
His girlfriend—the one he protected like his own heartbeat—cheated on him.
With his own stepbrother.
She didn’t even try to hide it. When Roman walked in on them, they just laughed.
Like he was nothing. Like he never mattered.
And his stepmother? She acted like she hadn’t seen a thing, infact she joined them later. Like Roman wasn’t even her son.
They all used him. Took his food. Took his kindness. Took everything.
Then, when he had nothing left to give—they turned their backs.
---
The worst betrayal didn’t co from world.
It ca from the family .
They abondend him,when he needed them.
And then,
The Touched once—those who had powers—treated him like dirt.
They beat him up for fun. Used him as entertainnt. Made him beg for scraps.
He rembered the day one of them threw his food into the mud, just to watch him eat it. He hadn’t eaten in three days. His body shook as he picked it up and ate it anyway, while they laughed like hyenas.
He brought the good pieces ho.
Kept the rotten ones for himself.
And still... they hated him for not bringing more.
-----
Now, after his rebirth,he walked with cold eyes and a heart made of steel. The kindness he had was long gone. The hope he had once was nowhere to be seen. The old Roman—who believed in love, in family, in being a good person—was long dead.
Burned away by betrayal.
And in his place stood a man who would not bend again.
He would rise.
Not as a savior.
Not as a hero.
But as sothing else.
Sothing darker.
Sothing unstoppable.
Those gifted ones—the so-called Touched—if they dared to stand in his path again... he would crush them. Not just beat them. Not just kill them.
He would erase them.
Tear them out of the world so completely, no one would rember their nas.
They had powers?
Roman has it now.
They had strength?
Roman had nothing to lose accept himself.
And that made him more dangerous than all of them.
Now it was his turn.
His turn to rule.
To take the throne no one thought he deserved.
To rise from the dirt they buried him in.
To beco the nightmare they will feared from the beginning.
He didn’t want their apology.
He didn’t need their love.
He wanted revenge.
And this ti... there would be no rcy.
Not for the gifted.
Not for the traitors.
Not for anyone.
The world turned its back on Roman.
Now, Roman would burn the world.
---------
He would beco a devil if he had to—no hesitation, no regrets. He had played the role of the obedient son, the disposable pawn, the loyal fool. And where did it get him? Used. Mocked. Discarded like a rotting pest the mont he lost his usefulness.
Never again.
He no longer craved their love. That illusion had died the day they smiled while he suffered. What he wanted now was power—raw, rciless power that bent knees and silenced mouths. If he had to crawl through blood, burn cities, and sell every last piece of his soul to demons whispering from the dark... he’d do it without flinching.
He would not beg. He would not kneel.
The world would kneel to him.
They called him worthless—he would beco their nightmare. They thought they could break him—he would rise as the very force that shattered gods. If the heavens tried to stop him, he’d rip open the sky itself.
There was no humanity left in him now. Only purpose. Only wrath.
Let them scream. Let them curse his na. But this ti, he would be the one discarding them.
One by one.
Slowly.
Violantly.
Beautifully.
LIKE A DEMONS WORK OF ART....😈😈😈😈😈
Author’s Note:
And that’s the end of Volu One!
So... how did you all feel about Roman’s revenge on his own family? 😈
Was it satisfying? Shocking? Or maybe even a little heartbreaking?
Let know your thoughts in the comnts — I really want to hear what you all think.
But don’t get too comfortable, because the real story is just about to begin!
Volu Two will be on a whole different level —
New characters will arrive.
Old enemies might return.
And yes... more revenge, more dark secrets, more twists, and so surprising monts of cody too.
Not to ntion...
Superpowers, intense battles, betrayals, and fights that will decide the fate of the world.
So buckle up.
Things are about to get wild.
Keep yourself safe...
And most importantly —
Keep reading.
Because Roman’s story is far from over.
If you’re enjoying the chaos, don’t forget to:
- 🔥 Drop a Power Stone
- ✍️ Leave a review
- 💬 Share your thoughts in the comnts
See you in the next Volu!
—Author
Reviews
All reviews (0)