Savior Complex Manhua

Age had changed Ethan. Once a carefree soul, he was now a survivor with a burden heavy enough to bend his back. The world he once knew had crumbled, replaced by a macabre dance of the undead. Yet, amidst this chaos, Ethan found purpose in offering salvation to those still clinging to life. One night, as the moon cast an eerie glow over the desolate streets, Ethan came across a group of survivors. Weariness etched deep lines on their faces, betraying the struggle they had endured. Approaching them with a mix of hope and trepidation, Ethan offered them a chance at survival. The survivors, armed and wary, eyed him with a mix of fear and curiosity. Trust was a precious currency in this new world, and Ethan knew he had to earn it. With a steady voice, he promised them safety, a way to outwit the undead that lurked in the shadows. A young woman, her eyes haunted by the terrors of this new reality, stepped forward. Her voice, though soft, carried a weight of determination. "We'll trust you," she whispered, a fragile thread of hope weaving through her words. Guided by that sliver of trust, Ethan led the survivors through the night, his makeshift spear a symbol of defiance against the encroaching darkness. In this grim world where the line between savior and monster blurred, Ethan knew that his true test lay not in fighting the undead, but in retaining his humanity in the face of unrelenting horror.