"The stronger the weapon you awaken, the greater your chance of survival.”
That’s the law on Mars, humanity’s last refuge after Earth fell.

After the mysterious death of the Red Space Dragon, the most powerful of its kind, the surviving dragons tore through Earth in a brutal war, each hunting the lost source of its power. Half the planet was scorched in their wake… and in the chaos, Gavin died. Crushed under rubble. His girlfriend was slaughtered. His dog too.  
Both gone.

But death wasn’t the end.

He awakens on mars - into the future, years later, in a new body. Stronger. Sharper. Not entirely human and with the new name; Tatehan.

Mars, now colonized by desperate  human survivors, is a harsh, dystopian, dangerous world ravaged by wild Martian beasts and alien threats. And here, power is everything.  
Survival depends on awakening ancient weapons — divine swords, elemental guns...

But Tatehan awakens something else entirely, the lost spaceship of the Red Space Dragon.

A sentient vessel. Alien. Unimaginably powerful.  
The ship grants him access to a mysterious system that unlocks alien powers, not all at once, but only through extraordinary feats.

[You have awakened your first ability: Gravity Manipulation — Level One]

Armed with this force, Tatehan will battle monsters, rival factions, and godlike threats.  
He will journey to Venus, Pluto, and Saturn’s moons. 
And from the ashes of Gavin’s past, he will rise, now as Tatehan, not just to survive, but to become a legend feared across the galaxy.

He had read about the leionitt city who made the terrain their home and Viking warriors who turned brutality into culture. Now, he selected the third entry on the list, curious what kind of settlement would come next in this strange catalog of Martian history.


The display shifted, and new text materialized in the air before him.


Primary Industry: Metallurgy, Salvage Operations, Independent Trade.


Tatehan leaned forward, scanning the opening paragraphs. Unlike the reverent tone of Loenitt's history or the dramatic archival footage of New Helios, this record began with a blunt, almost clinical assessment that made him pause.


Reon Outpost was not founded by heroes. It was built by the discarded, the desperate, and the damned.


He blinked at the words, rereading them to make sure he had understood correctly. The damned? That was a hell of a way to open a city's historical record.


Chapter 190 - Reon Outpost