𓎢𓎡　.　◞　✙　　His eyes widened as a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, he had forgotten about the scenario. Heart pounding, he snapped his gaze to the floating blue notification window.

[Time remaining: 10 minutes.]

“Crap!” he yelped, panic coursing through his veins. He needed to kill something .... anything.

I just have to kill something alive… Bugs. Bugs are the best option.

Desperation fueled his frantic search as he scoured the ground, flipping over debris, peering into cracks, hoping for a single crawling insect. But after two agonizing minutes, he found nothing. His breath came in short, ragged bursts.

"Holy shit, this is both exciting and terrifying," he muttered with a nervous chuckle, trying to keep himself together.

Then movement. But it wasn’t an insect.

A man lunged at him, a glint of steel flashing in his hand.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up, instinctively twisting to the side. A fork whizzed past his face, missing him by mere inches.

“What the hell?!” he shouted, staggering back, his wide eyes locking onto the attacker.

The man’s face was contorted with unrestrained fury. No hesitation. No mercy.

He came at him again.

Fear surged through Y/N, extinguishing whatever thrill had lingered moments ago. Forget excitement this is downright terrifying! He turned to flee, but pain exploded in his arm before he could escape.

The fork had found its mark.

A scream tore from his throat as hot agony radiated from the wound. His vision blurred with the sting of tears, but rage quickly overtook the pain. With a surge of adrenaline, he shoved the man with all his strength, sending him sprawling. The fork clattered to the floor.

Y/N didn't think. He just acted.

In a single motion, he grabbed the weapon and plunged it into the man's chest.

The attacker’s body stiffened, eyes wide with shock. A second later, he crumpled to the ground—motionless.

Silence.

The fork slipped from Y/N’s trembling fingers, clattering onto the blood-stained floor. He stared at his hands, shaking, his breath uneven.

“I… I killed him?” The words felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else.

Around him, chaos reigned—screams, blood, the unmistakable scent of death thick in the air. The world had descended into madness, and he was trapped in the middle of it.

His breath hitched. Mom.

Fumbling, he pulled out his phone, fingers shaking as he dialed her number. The ringing dragged on. Once. Twice. Three times.

No answer.

His heart plummeted.

The phone slipped from his grasp, landing with a dull thud. He buried his face in his hands, his body wracked with silent sobs.

Why is this happening? Why does it have to be like this?

Then, the blue notification window flickered into existence once more.

[ Main Scenario #1 – Proof of Value has been Cleared. ]

Bulgwang Line, Train 4951 Compartment 3806 Survivors: 6 people

Ham Myungoh

Lee Gilyoung

Yoo Sangah

Lee Hyunsung

Kim Dokja

M. Y/N L/N

[ You have killed a total of 01 living being. ] Kill History: 1 Human.

　𓎢𓎡　.　◞　✙　　　　Y/N stared at the blue notification window, his body still trembling. The words felt unreal, like something out of a game. He slowly turned to the window, staring at his own reflection in the glass.

His fingers curled into fists as he lowered his gaze. The weight of guilt pressed heavily on his chest, but he forced himself to breathe. It was the best way to survive. The man almost killed me… so he kind of deserved it. He mumbled the words to himself, trying to believe them.

Shaking his head, he focused on his wound. The fork had dug deep into his arm, leaving an ugly gash. Gritting his teeth, he tore a piece of cloth from his already ruined shirt and wrapped it tightly around the injury. The makeshift bandage stung, but it would have to do.

“That should be okay,” he muttered, standing up. His mind was still reeling, trying to piece together his situation.

So… I’m in Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint right now… or ORV, for short.

His hands clenched as the realization settled. That means I have to meet Kim Dokja himself? His heart skipped a beat.

A grin tugged at his lips as warmth spread through his chest. “Oh my god. Kim Dokja! I forgot he’s here!” His face flushed slightly before he quickly shook his head. No, no, focus. Survival comes first.

His gaze drifted to the sealed metal door of Compartment 3807. A slow smile returned to his face. They’re in there, aren’t they? Trying to break free of this subway.

Without hesitation, he approached the door. "But how do I open this?" He gripped the handle and pulled. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. After several frustrating minutes, he groaned in irritation. "What the hell is this door made of? Steel?! I can’t even open it!"

With a sigh, he slumped to the floor. There has to be another way out. His eyes scanned the compartment. Then, relief flooded him there was another exit.

"Finally!" He grinned as he pushed open the door. Just as he stepped outside, another notification window appeared.

[ Second Scenario #2 – Escape ]

Category: Sub Difficulty: E Clear Conditions: Cross the broken bridge and enter Oksu Station. Time Limit: 20 minutes. Compensation: 200 Coins. Failure: ???

Y/N’s eyes widened. “They’re already at this part!?” he screeched, grabbing at the window as if he could physically hold onto the words.

'Oh come on! I'm too tired for this '

He fake-cried, whining as he sank to the floor dramatically. But his pity party didn’t last long.

This place was going to explode.

“Shit!” Scrambling to his feet, he bolted out of the subway, running in the only direction that made sense. "I don’t even know where I’m going, but I better make it to the bridge!"

The moment his feet hit the pavement, the deafening sound of an explosion shook the air behind him. His breath hitched.

He turned just in time to see the bridge begin to collapse.

“T-this is not what I was expecting!?” he yelped, a nervous smile breaking onto his face as adrenaline pumped through his veins.

But the worst part?

The zombies.

One by one, grotesque figures clawed their way onto the bridge, their rotting eyes locking onto him.

"W-why are they targeting me?!" He stumbled backward, panic seizing his chest. His mind worked at lightning speed, searching for any possible escape.

Then he saw it.

He exhaled sharply. "I have no choice, do I?"

With no time to hesitate, he sprinted forward. His eyes locked onto a series of concrete blocks ahead.

He jumped at the first block wobbled beneath his feet. His heart lurched, but he leaped to the next. Then the next. The sounds of explosions and the guttural groans of the undead filled his ears.

One wrong step and he’d die. Then solid ground. He made it.

[ The Constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is impressed with your skills. ]

[ 100 Coins have been sponsored. ]

Y/N bent over, panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he stared at the blue screen before him.

Then it hit him.

“Wait… I forgot we have to choose the sponsor thing”

Just as he tried to remember, another screen flickered into view.

< Sponsor Selection >

Please select your sponsor.

1. Abyssal Black Flame Dragon

2. Demon-like Judge of Fire

3. Secretive Plotter

4. Prisoner of the Golden Headband

He blinked. "Isn't it too late for this?"

Humming, he glanced at the options, debating his choice. But as he hesitated, the screen suddenly flickered—

[ Sponsor selection has closed. ]

"Okay, focus. I need food and clothes." He glanced down at his torn shirt, the blood staining his sleeve. If he didn’t treat his wound properly soon, it’d get infected.

"Yeah… I can’t stay in one place for too long."

With that, he turned on his heel and sprinted toward the city.

⠀𓉸˚̣̣̣　　◟ ͜ 　　𓎢𓎡 　　✚

The scenario had ended...

Kim Dokja scrolled through the system notifications, his gaze idly skimming the list of survivors.

Then—

He stopped.

His fingers hovered over the name that hadn’t been there before.

M. Y/N L/N.

His brows furrowed.

Who is M. Y/N?

Kim Dokja’s grip tightened around his phone, a strange sense of unease creeping into his chest.

[ The character ‘Kim Dokja’ is curious about you. ]