by noxwriter
At sixteen, everyone awakens. Some gain power.Others gain value. He gained neither. His ability?Dissection. Unable to fight, he became a disposable tool—used by guilds to clean up what remained after battles. Until the day he was left behind to die. Alone.Against something that should never have been there. But monsters aren’t the only ones who know how to survive. At the edge of death, something within him awakens—not strength, not speed… But the ability to understand death. Every creature he dissects leaves something behind. Memories.Pain.Instinct. And the more he absorbs… the less human he becomes. Now marked as an anomaly by the system, he no longer hunts monsters. He hunts those who chose to become worse than them.
