Pos Kiamat

In this apocalyptic world, everyone worships heroes and fears mutated beasts. Because I wasn’t a hero, I was thrown out of the shelter like trash—only to awaken a power that lets me control the life and death of those beasts. I opened a supply station outside the walls and made my fortune selling the crystal cores from their bodies, thriving in the wasteland and rising to the top. Heroes? So what? Even S-rank ones end up working for me.