"Praise the God of War Hein!"
"Praise the True God!"
The Sea Beast Disaster instance.
The sky was gray, streaked with an indescribable dark green.
Like a rotten apple, the air everywhere reeked of ozone and charcoal.
Gray-white buildings formed the dominant palette of the human world.
Across the entire world, vast stretches of glistening, inky green made up its primary color.
Early morning.
The Combatant Training Camp.
On the campus's enormous parade ground, which held tens of thousands, everyone wore matching training uniforms. Reverence filled their faces as they offered their customary salutes to the statue overlooking the grounds.
The towering bust had a full head of gilded blond hair that gleamed with an inexplicable air of sanctity.
Its features resembled those of a middle-aged man from Northern Europe.
On the reviewing platform.
A middle-aged man wearing a half-face filtration mask stood in a combat suit and leather boots.
His gaunt, unusually aged face was solemn.
He swept a grave gaze over the students below, and his muffled voice rang across the grounds through the air filtration apparatus.
"Cadets! Selection for the Eighth Divine War Legion begins in one month!"
"If you want to survive in this cruel world! If you want your families to live better lives! The wilderness assessment in one month is your chance to change your fate!"
"This selection is also the grand selection held once every ten years! Outstanding candidates may even enter the God of War's service! Become true God Warriors! God-born!"
As his words fell, the throngs of teenage boys and girls on the training ground clenched their fists in excitement, desperately suppressing the cheers rising in their throats.
In this world filled with radiation and monsters, becoming a God Warrior was the only chance to change one's fate.
Of course, becoming