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Half a year ago, the apocalypse arrived.
Monstrous Aberrants descended upon the world. Humanity awakened supernatural abilities and powerful Systems to fight back.
Lu Xihe got… absolutely nothing.
No System. No powers. Just bad luck.
When his isolated village finally runs out of food, the survivors set out for the nearest Safe Zone. As an Aberrant horde closes in, Lu Xihe is shoved onto the last evacuation truck, forced to leave everyone behind as the village falls.
A powerless burden in a world ruled by strength, he’s quickly treated as expendable. One night, he overhears the others debating whether to abandon him, or keep him around as emergency rations.
Eat me? Dream on.
I’d rather become one of those monsters and bite you first.
Throwing himself into an Aberrant swarm in desperation, Lu Xihe somehow survives.
He lands in a gap between the horde.
Every Aberrant that charges him gets sent flying.
Invisible barriers protect him wherever he hides.
“…Wait.”
“Am I secretly overpowered?”
…
The first time he encounters a low-level Aberrant alone, Lu Xihe panics.
He freezes.
Turns and runs.
Then reflexively shouts,
“Get lost!”
The Aberrant immediately squats down, curls into a ball…
…and obediently rolls away.
“…Huh?”
“So I can… command Aberrants?”
…
When a group of high-level Aberrants attacks the Safe Zone, Lu Xihe is accidentally pushed onto the battlefield.
In a blind panic, he slaps their leader across the face.
The monster’s expression darkens.
“I’m dead…”
Instead,
Thud.
One after another, every high-level Aberrant drops to their knees.
“Master, your orders?”
Lu Xihe stares in complete disbelief.
“…Did I just slap some sense into them?”
Looks like keeping his true identity hidden is no longer an option…
…
Then he accidentally stumbles into the Holy Sanctuary of the Aberrants.
At its highest throne sits the Aberrant King.
Everyone expects Lu Xihe to die.
He looks up, “…Dad?”
The king immediately rushes over and pulls him into a hug.
“My son!”
Every Aberrant in the hall freezes.
The human they proudly captured…
…is actually their long-lost Little Prince?!
Moments later, rows upon rows of elite Aberrants kneel in perfect unison.
“Your Highness, Prince.”
So…
The strongest backer in the apocalypse…
…turns out to be me.
