After Death, I Became a Superhuman

The events unfolded in an instant.

No one was prepared for it. The sky, like a cerulean mirror, suddenly shattered with an explosive roar. Cracks opened like a gaping maw, swirling with apocalyptic energy.

Boundless black clouds enveloped the entire world. Every city, every region, from every corner, the sight of despair was visible. An intangible oppression and shiver instantly seized everyone, leaving them unable to struggle or breathe, like drowning, helplessly watching everything unfold.

This was the "Critical Point."

A specially modified "Critical Point," an enhanced version of the apocalyptic forbidden weapon. The previous one was designed to destroy a tribe, but this one targeted the entire Present World.

It descended upon Kontu, the epicenter of the bombardment. But its effect spanned the entire Present World.

Even before its launch, everyone could feel its terrifying power. Dark clouds shrouded the world, storms began sweeping across lands. The tempest, as if releasing all the rain not yet poured into this world, threatened buildings on the brink of collapse.

As if the world itself sensed its impending doom. It trembled, powerless with fear.

The families of the West Continent were instantly in disarray.

Such terrifying power!

Those who wielded Transcendent abilities and advanced technology felt a deeper terror than ordinary people. Ordinary people only felt the oppression of their souls and a vague sense of impending disaster. But only those in the know could understand the absurdity of this pressure.

A pressure as if to crush the entire world!