For the world to collapse, there are likely only a few reasons. It could be a meteor strike, which seems unlikely given current technology.
Or perhaps humans conflicted until they killed each other off. If that were the case, this world would likely be blanketed in nuclear fallout, leaving no survivors.
So, what reasons are left for the world to collapse, causes that stem neither from human hands nor nature? There is probably only one reason left, isn't there?
That’s right. Dimensional gates that brought demons from another dimension.
The sound of a fist impacting a face rang out, amidst the sunlight falling upon the face of a young black-haired man clad in black robes, blood flowing from his nose.
His brown eyes reflected a man in a black leather outfit. At that moment, the fist flew into his face once again!
The impact snapped his head to the right, blood spurting from his nose and lips to drip onto the concrete floor. Yet, despite this, he did not fall to the ground, as his collar was being gripped by the hand of the man in front of him.
"I’ll ask one more time. Where is it?"
The voice of the young man in front rang out, causing him to slowly turn back and speak.
"Ark, I-"
The sound of a fist smashing into a face rang out again! Accompanied by blood spraying onto the ground! That caused the young man to yank the collar of the man in front closer to himself.
"Where is it?"
He slowly turned his face back to meet the gaze of the motionless golden-yellow eyes of the man before him. Those golden eyes reflected his own blood-soaked face.
Seeing this, he slowly raised his right hand and pointed outward, causing the young man to slowly turn and look.
An image of numerous buildings appeared in his line of sight as he looked past the edge of the rooftop where they currently stood.
Seeing that, he released his left hand from the collar, causing the man to fall to the floor immediately.
The man on the ground raised his left arm to wipe the blood from his nose with his sleeve and heard the sound of footsteps walking away. He lifted his head up.
He saw the man in a black leather jacket with a grey hood from the hoodie worn underneath covering his head. He wore grey trousers and black boots, with a gun in a black leather holster strapped to his right leg.
The man walked over to mount a motorcycle that resembled a 2019 Harley-Davidson, but its condition was full of scratches, and the red-and-black paint was quite faded.
A bag was attached to the back of the bike, and a black box was tightly tied to the rear.
The sound of the engine starting roared to life before the man used his right hand, wearing a glove still stained with fresh blood, to twist the throttle.
But the sound coming from the bike fell silent, leaving only the slight vibration of the engine.
The young man sitting on the floor stood up, using his left hand to pinch his nose before speaking.
"There are 4 of them. 2 motorcycles, 1 truck."
Ark, sitting on the bike, turned to look at the man impassively before turning back to face the edge of the building ahead. He shook his head slightly, shifted gears, and twisted the throttle!
The rear wheel spun violently, leaving a black mark on the floor, accompanied by the sound of tires screeching and white smoke emerging from the rubber. At that moment, he released the front brake!
The bike shot forward immediately! The front wheel lifted, carrying him soaring off the rooftop of the building! He floated in mid-air for a moment before plummeting down!
Seeing this, the man rushed to look, trying to find Ark who had fallen, but all he found was emptiness.
He let out a huge sigh and slowly looked up at the surrounding buildings.
"Just my luck."
He slammed his right hand against the concrete wall that was only waist-high! His hand clenched tightly until the sound of knuckles cracking could be heard.
But shortly after, he pushed himself off the concrete wall before turning to look at his own motorcycle parked not far away. He ran to get on the bike, started it, and drove down the path.
Not very far away, about 3 kilometers to the north.
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Music blared inside a 4-wheeled vehicle that looked like a pickup truck, speeding along a road amidst buildings covered in vines on both sides.
The road revealed numerous potholes and cracks, along with the wreckage of cars that were nothing but steel frames on the roadside.
It caused a man, who had his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand on the gear stick, to nod his head to the rhythm of the music. The straight black hair on his head moved stiffly.
He was wearing a sleeveless black jacket, revealing a rather thin body that still showed some muscle. He wore no shirt underneath.
"Boss, this job is really easy. I didn’t think they’d give it up to us this easily."
The voice of the man beside him rang out, causing the driver to turn and look. He found his subordinate dressed in the same style, but with hair standing straight only in the middle of his head, while the sides were shiny and bald.
If light were to shine on his head, it could easily blind anyone staring at it.
This made him turn his attention back to the road as he spoke.
"That guy is just a low-level grunt. He wouldn't dare mess with us."
"But Boss, isn't it a bit too strange? That such an important item would be handed over to low-level couriers like that?"
After speaking, he turned to look back, causing the driver to turn and look as well.
It revealed a black safety box, resembling a small cooler, placed on the back seat, tied down with ropes to prevent it from moving.
The two looked at each other before turning back to the road, and the driver spoke up.
"Don't overthink it. Getting a well-paid job like this is good enough."
"But Boss-"
A crashing sound from behind interrupted him, causing him to stop speaking. The two of them looked at each other and immediately turned back to look again.
They saw a motorcycle sliding along the ground! The owner of that motorcycle was currently lying on the ground, headless, with blood staining the surface.
The two men froze for a moment seeing this. At that very second, a crashing sound from the front drew their attention!
The image they saw was a motorcycle floating in mid-air with their truck rushing towards it!
Both of them widened their eyes in shock. The driver immediately yanked the steering wheel to the left!
The truck veered left, and the motorcycle's wheel smashed into the right-side mirror! Cracks appeared in the blink of an eye as the motorcycle was sent flying into the sky!
The pickup truck, rushing forward, swerved violently from the impact of the motorcycle!
The screeching sound of tires against the ground rang out! Leaving black marks on the road behind the violently swaying truck!
The sound of harsh braking filled the air as their vehicle whipped around until it spun in the middle of the road! But shortly after, the truck came to a standstill, its front facing back the way they had come.
It revealed the road with black tire marks dragging on for 30 meters! The two men sat panting inside the car.
With music still blaring from the speakers, the man in the passenger seat slammed his hand onto the speaker, silencing the music immediately!
And in that very second, it was replaced by the sound of the motorcycle that had collided with their car just seconds ago crashing onto the ground with a loud boom! They immediately turned to find the source of the sound.
They found the motorcycle that had hit their windshield now lying on the ground, its wheels still spinning, but parts of the bike were scattered along the road and had flown in every direction.
"Bo-Boss-"
The sound of blood splattering interrupted the words coming from the head of the man beside him, spraying all over the car! He didn't even get to finish his sentence! The red blood splattered onto the face of the man sitting behind the steering wheel.
He slowly turned his face to his subordinate, whose head now displayed a bullet hole with fresh red blood gushing out.
Seeing this, his eyes widened in shock. He turned to the car window and found a small hole resembling a bullet hole.
Reacting instantly, he ducked his head and shifted into reverse! A second later, the driver's side window shattered! The sound of a bullet whizzing past his head rang out!
The sound of gunfire passing his head, along with glass shards falling onto his back, made him stomp on the gas pedal, sending the car reversing immediately!
At the same time, he frantically yanked the steering wheel! This caused the car to swing back to face forward, and he slammed the gear into drive before flooring the accelerator!
The truck shot off down the road as he quickly lifted his head to look ahead, his face covered in blood stains and his teeth clenched tight!
But in that very second, the roof of the car protecting his head suddenly caved in! Followed closely by a loud crashing sound!
He jerked the steering wheel left and right violently! The car swayed wildly before flipping over almost immediately after!
The car flew into the air while his entire world spun 360 degrees slowly. Seeing straight ahead through the buildings, he saw the motorcycle slowly landing on the ground.
Watching the bike as his car was about to crash into the ground, the image of the young man in a black leather jacket sitting on the motorcycle, facing sideways to him, appeared.
The man slowly turned his face towards him. Seeing his face, he widened his eyes and spoke.
"Ark Morgan-"
The truck slammed into the ground violently as the image cut out in the blink of an eye! At the same time, I turned to look at the pickup truck.
I saw the pickup truck spin 360 degrees and crash into the ground, rolling over two or three times. Debris from the engine scattered everywhere and fell along the path.
Seeing this, I looked on impassively before getting off the bike. I turned to look at the overturned pickup truck.
I walked closer to the truck, my right hand pulling a gun from the holster on my right leg.
It revealed a gun shaped similarly to a Desert Eagle. Arriving at the truck in front of me, I looked around. Seeing oil leaking from the back of the vehicle, I turned my attention to the rear cabin.
I crouched down and looked into the gap where the window used to be.
The image of a pitch-black box tightly tied behind the seat appeared. Seeing that, I moved inside. It didn't take long for me to pull myself out of the car with the black box in my left hand.
Standing up and looking at the box for a while, I heard a movement sound. I turned to look to my right.
Seeing nothing, I walked around the front of the car facing the building on the right. I found a man trying to crawl out of the wreckage.
The man turned his face towards me. Staring at him silently, I raised the gun to point at his face while his eyes fixed on the gun barrel now aimed at him.
And in that very second, the sound of the trigger being pulled rang out, followed by a loud explosion. But not long after...
I walked back to my bike, holstering the gun in my right hand. I walked to open the box on the back of the bike, placed the black box inside, and closed it tightly. Then, I got on the bike and drove away from there silently.
The sound of an explosion following behind about 10 seconds later made me twist the throttle, speeding the bike up.
If you ask how this whole story turned out this way, we probably have to go back a long time. Back to when everything... had not yet become like this.
