"Hiyah!"14-year-old Hudson's scream echoed through the training room as his fist slammed into the heavy bag with surprising force. The bag shook violently, almost falling off its hook as if it couldn't withstand the explosive force of the boy's punch."Enough!"A heavy voice boomed, cutting through the air like a command from the sky. A man in a red beret strode over, his steps firm and dignified. Both hands were behind his back, like a veteran instructor.He stopped right in front of Hudson, looking at the boy with a proud look. Then his big hand patted Hudson's shoulder-hard but warm."Great," he said with a faint but genuine smile. "You've almost mastered the demon-destroying punch technique. Normally, it takes three years to get to that stage. But you... won't take that long."He leaned in slightly, his eyes sharp yet admiring."You're very talented, Hudson."Hudson raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mr. Greenwood, when will I be able to master it?"Greenwo

The world stands on two poles of tremendous power.The first comes from the Gods-great entities that radiate holy light, giving life, hope, and peace to all beings. The second comes from the Demons-ancient beings born of darkness, shrouding the world with fear and destruction that creeps silently.Those who are able to control the ki energy open the gates to one of the two paths. The path of light-or the path of destruction.The power of the Gods is warm, clear, like the morning sun breaking through the fog. It heals, guides, and gently burns away the dark.Whereas the Devil's power... was a shadow that crept behind the light. It is cold, gripping, and unforgiving. It destroys not only the body-but also the soul.For those who can reach the power of Gods or Demons, the limits of human strength no longer apply. Even compared to ordinary ki users, they stood far above-like a mountain rising in the middle of the hills.Harvey was one of them. His body was able to absorb and use the powe

A man scooped up all the vegetables with both hands and stuffed them into the trolley in a hurry, as if his life depended on it. Without pause, he scooped up dozens of sausage wrappers and threw them in roughly, nearly spilling the trolley."Honey!" he called out to the woman behind who was also pushing the trolley. His breathing was heavy, his face full of tension. "Take as much as you can! Don't forget the condiments! I'll get some beer!"The woman nodded quickly without replying, then quickly split up. They blended into the sea of people, jostling for shelf after shelf. This was no ordinary shopping. This was a scramble, a mass panic. All hands claw, grab, and scramble, as if the world will end in a matter of hours.In another corner, a homeless man stands still, clutching a shabby loaf of bread-the only thing he's managed to grab. His hands trembled, his eyes darting around the long line in front of the cashier. The change in his pocket was barely enough to pay for the meal. But h

Vanessa's steps echoed softly on the deserted sidewalk. She walked down the city streets with her head slightly bowed, her face hidden behind a mask and wide brimmed hat. Duskvale, usually bustling with tourists and family laughter, now felt like a town that was holding its breath.The storefronts are empty, the lights glow drearily without visitors. The occasional sound of a passing vehicle can be heard, but not many. Fear has imprisoned people behind the doors of their homes. No more couples holding hands in the park, or children chasing birds in the square.Vanessa stared at the mostly empty convenience store shelves - no rice, no instant noodles, not even a few bottles of mineral water. Panic buying had changed the face of Duskvale. Purchasing power declined, not because of a lack of money, but because of a numbing fear.Vanessa had just left the Q-Entertainment building, wearing a dark coat that waved in the afternoon breeze. This time, there was no Jordan by her side-no lighthe