In the year 678 of the apocalypse, a small number of humans awakened their superpowers.
Most people had the same ability. For example, they could control fire out of thin air, or they could stimulate plants to grow quickly.
And I have five.
I can control wind, water, fire, and teleport. I can even control everything from afar.
However, my descent was not a coincidence. It was the result of genetic research by scientists. The goal was to protect the only remaining human security base in the world.
My existence can resist powerful zombies and mutated animals. I can adapt to the rapidly changing environment.
I was worshipped as a god by the human base and forced to fight for them forever.
I did a good job until irreversible destruction suddenly descended and I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I am alive.
