"A thought is a weapon. Use it properly, you can save millions… Use it wrong, even millions can't save you."
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Planet Vermillion.
Previous Timeline.
A few years after the 2nd Cataclysm.
I, Zero aka Reaper, was driving down the empty barren wasteland, as usual. These days were quite boring as all I did was search for food, kill parasites, save a bunch of people and move forward; everyday on repeat.
It has been quite a long time since I came across a living town or a city. Though, it wasn't that odd since most of the towns had been ravaged by the parasites and even the other races had decided to hide to protect themselves.
The only one who came out in the open were pilgrims like me, who travelled from place to place, or in search of desperate people with desperate needs. There are also some ill-fated ones who happened to be left behind by the masses for one reason or the other.
