Geon thought of himself as just a teenager. A straight-laced, determined young man with one clear goal: to make the world a better place. But then, it happened. Tooo-too-too-toooom! A blare of trumpets, deafening and omnipresent, echoed across the world. The skies held their breath, and the sun burned brighter than ever. Chaos erupted as the announcement came: The Last Judgement had begun. Religious or not, humanity was shaken to its core. Faith transformed from belief into undeniable reality. Mass hysteria spread like wildfire as people clung to whatever scraps of faith or hope they could muster. Everyone became religious... everyone but Geon. To him, this wasn’t the divine reckoning described in the Abrahamic texts. No, something felt off. Something was wrong. While the world plunged into madness, Geon doubled down on his mission. He spent the next harrowing week helping others, calming fears, and trying—desperately—to restore a sense of humanity. It didn’t work. [7-day cooldown period ended.][Starting 2nd Earth Culling Game...] Confusion turned to horror. The messages spread like a plague through the minds of the survivors: [You have been selected. Starting class selection...][Class selected. Good luck! Last one standing wins.] The Earth became a battlefield, and every human a pawn. Blood spilled, alliances crumbled, and survival turned into a cruel, twisted game. Like everyone else, Geon was terrified. But for him, there was something else—a gnawing unease that wouldn’t let him sleep. A burning question that clawed at his mind: Why does my class say Demon?