I’m the Only One with Powers in the Apocalypse – Chapter 0

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Translated By Arcane Translations

Translator: Xrecker

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I was lying on the floor, staring at the message window in front of my eyes.

Just a moment ago, it was 60.

Three seconds passed, and it became 57.

Ah, now it’s 56.

I first realized this represented time when I was around 10 years old.

Because that’s around the time I learned how to tell time.

There were some kids my age who figured it out before me, but whatever.

I learned around then.

These were the numbers I saw back then.

131,306 hours.

It wasn’t until I was around 10, when I learned about time, that I realized these numbers represented time and were counting down.

A psychiatrist once asked me when I started seeing this. I was 7 or 8, I think.

When I told him I’d probably seen it since birth, he gave me medication.

Pills that made me incredibly drowsy.

I hated those pills, so I lied and said I couldn’t see it anymore. My parents were overjoyed, my grandparents were overjoyed, and the psychiatrist was pleased.

After that, I never told anyone about the message window.

Did constantly visiting the psychiatrist since I was little because of this message window mean it was all bad?

Not necessarily.

Because it wasn’t just counting down the time.

Sometimes, when a mischievous kid at school tried to push me from behind or trip me, a new message would appear before my eyes.

I’d just sidestep after seeing that, and that was that.

That’s how I got the nickname “Ninja.”

Thanks to the message window, I never lost a fight against those show-offs at school, but fighting wasn’t really my thing.

Even when I won, it was because the message told me what to do, not because I was good at fighting. Winning or losing, it all felt dirty. For various reasons, fighting just wasn’t my cup of tea.

I preferred playing games, reading comics, novels, and stuff like that.

Hmm…

Was it middle school? Or maybe 6th grade?

I calculated when this countdown started and when it would end.

I remembered seeing it floating in front of my eyes since I was very young, so I just assumed it was there since birth.

219,000 hours from the moment I was born.

It was set to hit 0 exactly on the year I turned 25.

After graduating high school, retaking the college entrance exam, entering university, and finishing my military service, I was getting closer and closer to 25.

The more time disappeared, the more I worried about it.

So, last month, I quit the part-time job I had while waiting to go back to school.

What would happen when it reached 0?

Was it, perhaps, my lifespan?

Was I… going to die?

How could I possibly work a part-time job with those thoughts swirling in my head?

For that reason, I was lying on the bed of my goshiwon room near my university, watching the message.

Six seconds left.

What will happen at 0 seconds?

Am I going to die?

Three seconds left.

If I die…

I hope it doesn’t hurt.

Two seconds.

One second.

The countdown ended.

The time window disappeared.

And a new message appeared.

…?

Chosen One?

Uh. The message disappeared.

A new message appeared.

…What?

…Apocalypse?!

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