Apocalypse Regression's

While the Old Is Falling, the New Is Blooming

Joseph stood up while staring at the slightly opened door with a cold expression on his face. The figures of Kurona and Shirona guarded the right and left of the door, while blood continued to flow out from inside the room through the door gap.

Stepping on the floor soaked in blood, Joseph once again glanced at the crack of the door before saying.

"I understand."

Finished saying those two short words, Joseph turned around. He continued walking back to the first floor, going up to the second floor, and so on. The longer he walked, the expression of the middle-aged man became increasingly heavy.

Arriving at the top floor of the building, Joseph walked towards a room. The room where the Black Panther chairman is.

Taking a deep breath, Joseph then pushed the door open. As he walked into the room, a warm voice greeted him.

"Finally you arrived ... Joseph." - Joseph."

Joseph's gaze immediately swept across the room. There were three old men sitting in the room. Two of them sat on the sofa, closing their eyes. While another person was sitting on the chairperson's chair, staring at Joseph with a gentle smile on his old face.

***

Many years ago, in a small border town.

BLARR!!!

The sound of explosions was heard from the outskirts of the city. The city itself doesn't look okay. Many buildings were damaged, debris was strewn everywhere. Being a war zone, except for some who forced themselves to survive or those who were less fortunate so that they could not leave the city, only the uniformed soldiers carrying weapons inhabited this city.

"What are you doing there, Carl?!"

A soldier with a muscular body like Hercules and wearing sunglasses said to the figure of the soldier who came out of the line and instead went to the dilapidated house. The kind that cannot be said to be a place to live. A building that could collapse at any time.

Inside the house, Carl stands in front of an old open closet. In the corner of the closet, there appeared a skinny little boy who seemed to have lost all his strength. However a fierce look was evident in his eyes. Not only that, he also remained holding the kitchen knife with all his remaining strength.

"What's your name, son?"

"..."

The boy slightly opened his dry and chapped lips, but nothing came out of his mouth. Reading the boy's lip movements, Carl smiled gently. He approached the boy while asking.

"Your name is Joseph? Where's family?"

"..." - ".The boy shook his head a little.

"So you're an orphan, huh?" carl said with a pity expression.

The man then bowed while extending his hand.

"Do you want to get away from this cursed place? If you want, don't need to move much, just drop the knife in your hand."

The boy stared at the soldiers with a suspicious look, not so trusting of such a foreign figure.

Only, his heart was moved when he saw the morning sun-bright smile on the man's face. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to drop the knife in his hand. Without the boy knowing ...

This choice really changed his life.

The first month after leaving the small town, the hospitalized Joseph was finally able to speak and move normally. After that, Carl finally decided to adopt her.

One year later, Joseph who was uncomfortable with his normal life asks his adoptive father to train him. Carl is an extraordinary soldier, hero and role model to many. The person Joseph admired. After much debate, Carl finally chooses to train him.

Years later, after completing his High School education, Joseph finally decided to devote himself to the army.

Continue his goal, step closer to his goal .. become a hero and role model like Carl!

***

"You're no longer a child, Joseph. Stop crying because it won't change anything."

BRUK!

Hearing the old man's words, Joseph fell to his knees on the floor. Tears washed his face. It was completely different from his usual stern and strong appearance.

"Mr ... Can I-"

"Don't behave foolishly, Joseph. You've walked this far, don't even think about going back."

As the old man spoke, the other two people finally opened their eyes. One of them was an old man with a body full of muscles, scars visible on his face. He wears sunglasses. While one other person was a skinny old man with a bald head. Although he had lost his glory (already old), the look in his eyes still made many people shiver in fear.

"Stop being a coward, son Joseph! I've never taught you to be mean and mean-spirited!" said the old man in black glasses.

"Yes ... It's time for an old man like us to rest in peace. It's time to give the baton to the next generation" said the bald old man.

Meanwhile, the Black Panther chief continued to stare towards Joseph with a gentle smile on his face. After a long sigh, he finally began to convince.

"If you stop here, many members are not sure of you. If you stop here, your seat will waver and everything will go awry. If you stop here, many people are trying to make a mess because of this old man.

Don't think the three of us are afraid of facing the end. Quite the contrary, the three of us are relieved to have obtained a reliable successor. You're not planning to let the three of us down, are you, Joseph?

After this, you may face a lot of problems. But never hesitate to face it.

Life may be like the sky that doesn't always look blue. Sometimes orange, sometimes covered in gray clouds, sometimes dark with millions of pieces of accompanying starlight. However, I hope your heart remains like the sky ...

Keep it broad (sighted), although the color of life will continue to change."

A DUG! A DUG! A DUG!

Joseph kowtowed three times, banging his forehead against the floor until it bled. Many thanks he wanted to say, but only with this could he express. Just then, a soft voice came back to his ears.

"At the time when the old fall, the new will bloom."

"It's time you sent us away, Joseph."

Joseph rose. The man looked straight ahead with a face full of blood and tears. Biting his lips until it bled.

***

A few minutes later, Joseph walked out of the office in silence.

Just walking a few meters, the middle-aged man fell down sitting to the floor. Seeing the two hands filled with the blood of the person he respected as well as he regarded as family, tears flowed back. Closing his face with both hands, Joseph muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"This ... Right choice, right?"

>> Connect.