Chapter 1: I Hope There Is A Third Time
Aaron groaned, looking at his left leg lying not far from him. His whole body was numb from pain as his consciousness slowly slipped away from his grasp.
Still, he raised his head despite the intense pain coursing through his veins. He could barely make out a ten meters tall figure slowly closing in on him through his blurred vision.
He wanted to do something, anything, as his last struggle, but he couldn't even muster an ounce of strength.
It was already a miracle he hadn't died yet. After all, half of his torso was obliterated and his lower part was completely separated from him.
If it wasn't for his Awakened physique, he might have died way sooner.
As he lay there, hopeless, Aaron remembered how he had ended up in such a state.
A few years ago, the Apocalypse descended on Earth, bringing Rifts, dungeons, and harrowing, unimaginable monsters with them.
As a webnovel enthusiast, he was very excited about becoming the protagonist in the apocalypse. Sadly, he was slapped hard by reality.
Not only did he lose his precious friends, he also experienced the true nature of humans. He was gutted, mutilated, and so many things that he had never imagined he would ever experience.
After years of constant struggle for survival, he made a little mistake. He trusted his best friend who coveted his Dawnblade, a Tier 6 Holy Sword.
That led to a series of events which resulted in his current state.