The city was ablaze. Only the piercing screams of women, the heartbreaking cries of children, and the desperate shouts of men filled the air. The sky choked on crimson smoke, and anguished wails mixed with the thunderous collapse of buildings echoing through every street.

And at the epicenter of all that destruction stood her—the being once called "Serene." People used to call her the "strongest superhuman," the guardian who protected their city.

Among the heroes in this world's ranking system, she was elite tier with devastating magical power, stronger and more virtuous than anyone, earning universal respect...

Now she had become a shadow-wreathed villain lurking in darkness. The reason was brutally simple: the world had betrayed her first.

Under the noble pretense of heroism, she was forced to make endless sacrifices while the ruling class destroyed and showed zero intention of providing proper compensation, support systems, or basic respect that heroes deserved. The citizens and government, terrified of her overwhelmingly powerful abilities, began hurling stones—both literal and metaphorical.

This sparked widespread persecution of superhumans and the systematic scapegoating of fellow heroes, which finally pushed her over the edge into villainy.

Ugh... do I really have to kill all these fucking people? She mutters to herself while coldly surveying the corpses scattered around her.