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In every apocalypse story Zane ever read, humanity evolved—unlocking powers just in time to survive. But when the real apocalypse struck, nothing happened. No miracles. No awakenings. Just silence, death, and the slow unraveling of civilization. Born into one of the most powerful families on Earth—the second, unwanted son of the President of the United States—Zane should’ve lived a life of privilege. Instead, he was a secret. An embarrassment. Ignored at home. Bullied at school. Invisible to the world. When everything collapsed, people clung to power and bloodlines to survive. Zane was cast into Zone F—the lowest of the low—while his family took shelter in the fortified sanctuary of Zone SS+. It was a death sentence. But fate had other plans. A Gemini monster emerged. And just as Zane braced for death, a portal ripped open—dragging him before a being more ancient and powerful than anything on Earth. In a realm beyond pain and time, he was broken, rebuilt, and reborn. Trained to kill. Forged into a weapon. Now he’s back—a walking disaster. No longer weak. No longer invisible. And no longer merciful. The world now runs on strength—one ruled by monsters, might, and the brutal Interplanetary Awakeners Tournament [IAT] where the strong devour the weak. After a lifetime of being cast aside, why would Zane save anyone? Why show mercy to those who never gave him a second glance? Can a world that never showed mercy survive a man who’s forgotten how to give it? ERROR 001: Mercy Not Found The apocalypse was just the beginning. Zane Walker became the end.
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