Derek Carter never asked for a System, an apocalypse, or the pressure of being humanity’s so-called "last hope." 

He was just trying to survive the daily struggles of being an orphan in Paleview City—dodging bullies, scraping together meals, and lying his way into school. Life was already hard enough.

Then, one day, a blue screen pops into his vision:

[Warning: The world is doomed. Try not to die.]

Yeah, great. Just what he needed—cryptic doomsday messages and no instruction manual.

Now, monsters are creeping into the city, reality is unraveling, and Damien’s "legendary" starting stats are barely above zero. The System promises him power, but there's just one tiny problem—he’s never won a fight in his life.

Armed with sarcasm, questionable decision-making skills, and the sheer refusal to die, Damien is about to embark on the worst (and possibly last) adventure of his life. Because if the world really is ending… he’s at least going to make it someone else’s problem first.

After all, heroes are overrated—survivors get to tell the story.

The tall, black valiant Mecha stood like a sentinel amid the wreckage—its chassis gleaming with fresh battle scars, steam rising from the scorched grooves in its armoured plates. Around it, the ruins of Elden Subway Station groaned. Twisted steel beams jutted from the ground like broken ribs, shattered glass crunched underfoot, and flickering emergency lights bathed the desolate platform in crimson hues.


The once-bustling hub had become a tomb for the brood.


The cockpit hissed open with a faint hydraulic sigh, releasing a puff of pressurised air laced with the sharp tang of ozone and burning lubricant. Derek leapt down from the hatch, boots striking debris with the satisfying crunch of victory—splintered carapaces, oozing insect ichor, and the occasional twitching antenna still spasming with post-mortem nerve signals.


Chapter 46 - Being recognised.