A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous.

But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful.

In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters.

Then one day, I died. Almost.

Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger.

Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. 

I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for.

Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

He released another wave of killing intent. I don't know why he kept doing that, it wasn't like as if it was affecting me or anything. Maybe it was a result of his never ending need to show dominance. Fear.


Suddenly, the ground trembled, accompanied with the loud rumbling of footsteps. 


I glanced backwards and Thundlash and Ice Blast were actively engaging in a raging battle with the upper ranks of Gravehowls minions. 


Gravehowl moved like a bullet train again, squeezing his club tightly. 


My system warned me about the possibility of his incoming attack and I knew just what to do. 


The Forever pikes immediately deployed and planted around me, creating a small domain just about 11meters in diameter. 


A few seconds later, Gravehowl slammed down with his club. 


Chapter 35 - The First II