Jake stared at the spaceship as it vanished into the sky, then slowly lowered his gaze.
Anger surged within him as he entered the building designated for collecting tasks. It was empty—only he remained. He couldn't return home, because there was no home left to return to. Humans disgusted him.
His race had lost the war. He had accepted that. But the biggest mistake they made... was not checking if one of them had survived. Still, he didn't blame them. Why would he? They had won. And they could kill him again if they wanted... right?
Jake glanced at the task board. It was mostly empty—except for a single assignment: Return home and report back in one month.
With nothing else to do, Jake sat cross-legged in the open space, closed his eyes, and sank into thought.
Inside his mind, various skills and abilities floated before him—trophies stolen from his enemies in battle. His power hadn't just increased once or twice... it had skyrocketed. He could kill his former self with ease.
