It had been so long since the world knew peace. For twenty long year, The Harbingers of the Apocalypse hunted and killed the last remaining humans. But that was know over.
Walking through the streets of Utopia, the last city standing, Samson wasn't really sure what to do anymore. He'd spent is life being hunted and being forced to fight, but now that he'd ended the Harbingers once and for all, he didn't know what to do.
"Hey, Hero! Mind giving us a hand?"
Looking towards the voice, he saw a number of people trying to flip an overturned truck.
Activating his Berserker Rage, his mind was producing far more psyonic energy than normal, allowing him to easily lift the truck by physically lifting the front and telekinetically lifting the back. However, as he began setting it down, it felt unbelievably heavy as if the truck itself was pushing against him.
Despite being able to lift a small mountain in this state, he found himself pushed to his limit. The last thing he remembered was the license plate: TRUCK-KUN.
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