Apex Monstra, at the tender age of eight, learned what it truly meant to live in a dog-eat-dog world.
Born in the filthy alleys of a lower-class city ,abandoned, and unwanted, her life was nothing but a daily struggle to survive.
Her striking face, both beautiful and haunting, often drew the wrong kind of attention, forcing her to quickly understand that innocence was a luxury she could never afford.
To survive, she stole.
To eat, she lied.
To live, she killed.
Armed with a ruthless and calculating mind and an unusual body condition that granted her uncanny resilience, Apex adapted to the cruelty around her. She became the predator in a world that devoured the weak. Every betrayal she committed, every corpse she left behind, became another step toward survival, and mastery of her own humanity.
Five Years Later
By the age of twelve, Apex had become the de facto leader of a small band of street children. Together, they formed a fledgling intelligence network known as "Nighthound Intel."
They traded information for food, shelter, or favors, operating from the shadows of the city's underbelly.
Her growing influence didn't go unnoticed. One day, an unknown shadow organization began searching for new recruits to replace their fallen agents after a disastrous mission.
During their investigation, they discovered her , A teenage girl leading a network of malnourished children who could gather intel with military precision.
Intrigued, the organization's higher-ups ordered her immediate recruitment. When they arrived, armed and efficient, Apex quickly realized she had no choice but to comply. No matter how extraordinary her body was, it couldn't stop a bullet.
She accepted their offer with a calm smile , a mask hiding her calculated decision.
Life in the Shadows
From that day forward, her life turned into a cycle of blood and discipline.
The organization's training was brutal — espionage, psychological warfare, assassination, and survival in the harshest environments.
They drilled into her the art of betrayal, the necessity of anticipation, and the beauty of silence.
Pain was constant, death was familiar, and hesitation meant execution.
Through this merciless regimen, Apex honed both body and mind into lethal precision.
She learned to read people, exploit fear, and command loyalty through manipulation.
Her once desperate will to survive evolved into a hunger for control.
By the time she reached her mid-teens, the name Apex Monstra whispered through the organization like a ghost story — a child born from the streets who outperformed adults, killed without hesitation, and never once showed emotion.
Fourteen years passed.
Fourteen years of missions that blurred morality, of blood that refused to wash away, and of betrayal that became routine.
By twenty-six, Apex Monstra had climbed through the corpses of her comrades to become Vice Captain of the organization that once enslaved her. Her name inspired fear, admiration, and envy — a living weapon that could kill without blinking and command obedience with a glance.
But power without purpose breeds only emptiness.
The organization that once gave her meaning now felt like a cage.
Every operation, every target, every whispered command , it all became noise. Meaningless repetition in a world already soaked in deceit.
And so, Apex decided to end it.
That night, drenched in blood and silence, she stood amidst the ruins of the organization's headquarters. The walls were painted crimson. The air thick with iron.
Only she remained , calm, composed, and beautiful in her madness.
She licked the blood off her fingers and murmured, half amused, half bored:
"Fufufu... it is what it is."
A smirk played on her lips as she turned away.
"No matter. I'll deal with the rest when they crawl back from their missions. For now—"
She sniffed her torn combat uniform and grimaced.
"Ugh. A bath sounds divine."
But before she could take another step, reality itself shifted.
A transparent blue interface flickered into existence before her eyes.
She wasn't alone. every human all across the world — from bustling cities to silent wastelands — every human , saw the same glowing screen.
A voice followed.
Casual. Amused. Dripping with divine arrogance.
"[Mortals. I am what you call... God. Hm. Do I really have to make an announcement? …Whatever.]"
Then, silence.
A suffocating stillness that pressed on every living soul.
Confusion spread like wildfire.
"What the hell? A prank?"
"No way, maybe I'm hallucinating from all-nighters…"
"Again !? Haha! You still didn't get a raise after ten years?"
The tension cracked for a moment — laughter filled the air.
Then a snap echoed.
Just one.
Screams followed. Blood splattered the streets.
And humanity realized — this was no prank.
High above the carnage, on the edge of a three storey building, stood Apex Monstra.
She watched as the city below dissolved into panic , humans tearing at each other, creatures emerging from the shadows, the weak becoming prey.
A slow, delighted smirk spread across her lips.
"Fufufu… well, looks like God finally answered my prayers."
Her red eyes gleamed with madness and thrill.
"I can't wait."
She stepped off the ledge.
The wind howled.
Her laughter echoed.
The age of survival had begun.
And in the chaos below, the one who was once human would soon become the very apex of monsters.