사과ㅤ. Authors note 𓈒⠀ 𓈒

oh in a blink gone! do you guys love me I updated again





　𓎢𓎡　.　◞　✙　Y/n observed the situation in front of him as he took a bite of his Snickers bar. Wow... What a prick. I could never be like him, he thought, biting into his bar again. He noticed someone staring at him while he ate but chose to ignore it. Jeez, I can't share food with anyone. If I do, everyone will swarm me, he sighed, finishing the bar.

Nearby, Y/n noticed that everyone was lining up to pay Kim Dokja for food—even Gilyoung, Sangah, and the others.

His attention shifted when Choi Inho emerged from the tent, flanked by four people. Inho smiled as he addressed the crowd.

"Starting today, I am limiting the food rations," he announced cheerfully. "The distribution is one pack of biscuits per person."

The crowd gasped, their murmurs quickly escalating into shouts of anger.

"ONE PACK OF BISCUITS PER PERSON?!" someone yelled.

"HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE ON JUST THAT MUCH?!" another voice roared.

Despite the outrage, Inho kept smiling. Y/n glared at him, fully aware of his intentions. But he also knew he couldn't interfere too much. He had to keep a low profile and avoid disrupting the story's flow. His only goal was to change the ending, no matter what.

Shaking off his thoughts, Y/n refocused on Inho, who raised his voice again.

"Ah, we don’t have to worry about the scouts," Inho said with a grin. "If you’re dissatisfied with the arrangements, why don’t you hunt for food yourselves?"

　　　　The crowd bristled, but before anyone could protest further, Inho continued. "You don’t have to become a scout. There are other ways to obtain food. I also didn’t want to do this, but... Kim Dokja-ssi is right, everyone. Just what in this world comes for free?"

He closed his eyes, his grin widening. "If you want food, you’ll have to prove your worth. We’ll exchange food for anything we deem valuable."

Finally, Inho turned to Kim Dokja, his smile sharpening. "Thank you for your wisdom, Kim Dokja. Truly, your words are an inspiration."

The crowd’s attention shifted to Kim Dokja, their gazes dark with anger. Some glared at him while others looked like they wanted to tear him apart.

　　　　　　Y/n watched the scene unfold, casually munching on a new snack. Honestly, I kind of want to beat his ass, but I can’t mess with the storyline. Don’t want to mess things up like in those typical manhwas. What was that guy’s name again? Han Yoojin or something? He shrugged, dismissing the thought, and continued eating his chips while the chaos played out before him.

After a while, Y/N moved away from his spot, curiosity pulling him deeper into the unknown. As he wandered, his gaze roamed the surroundings, noting the eerie silence that accompanied the dim corridors. Eventually, he stopped, staring at a dark tunnel that stretched ahead. Something about it felt ominous, yet it beckoned him forward.

　　　He took a cautious step, but a familiar voice stopped him. “Oh, I didn’t expect to find you here,” Kim Dokja said, his tone light yet calculating as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he extended a hand for a handshake. “Hello, Y/N.”

Caught slightly off-guard, Y/N smiled back. “Ah, sorry. I was just exploring,” he explained, taking Dokja’s hand for a brief shake.

“Exploring, huh?” Dokja replied, withdrawing his hand smoothly. His dark eyes lingered on the tunnel behind Y/N, assessing it before turning back. “Well, I do have a question.”

“What is it?” Y/N asked, crossing his arms as he waited.

　　　　　Before Dokja could continue, a sharp voice interrupted. “Hey, you two.” Jung Heewon approached them briskly, her expression tense. “Everyone who’s gone in that direction has died. Gang members, wanderers—doesn’t matter. That tunnel’s a death trap.” Her sharp eyes flicked between Dokja and Y/N. “Surely you’re not thinking of going in there?”

Y/N gave her a small wave, which she returned almost instinctively.

Dokja, on the other hand, met her warning with calm indifference. “That’s an interesting observation,” he said, his tone unhurried.

“Observation?!” Heewon snapped, narrowing her eyes. “You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”

　　　Kim Dokja raised a hand, his composed demeanor unshaken. “Relax, Heewon-ssi. I wasn’t planning on rushing in blindly. But information like this…” He gestured toward the tunnel. “...shouldn’t be discarded so quickly. There might be something valuable to learn.”

Heewon huffed in frustration, but before she could retort, a sudden crackling sound echoed from above. Y/N’s attention snapped upward, his eyes widening as a yellow electric spark illuminated the space. From the light, a creature emerged—its fur crackling with electricity and curved horns glinting ominously.

Y/N gulped, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his temple. He forced a smile. ‘Finally, a scenario…’

As if on cue, the dokkaebi appeared, hovering mid-air with its signature unsettling grin. The tension in the air thickened as it began explaining the situation, its voice laced with amusement.

People around them erupted into panic, whispers and frantic movements breaking out in the crowd. Y/N remained still, his eyes glued to the blue holographic window that materialized before him.

「 A SCENARIO PENALTY HAS BEEN ADDED 」

「 'COST OF SURVIVAL' CLAUSE HAS BEEN ADDED. 」

「 From now on, 100 coins will be deducted as 'cost of survival' at midnight. If you fail to pay the cost of survival, you will die. 」

「 The 'cost of survival' penalty will remain until the second main scenario is cleared. 」

Y/N stared at the window, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He placed a hand on his chin, his mind racing with possibilities. ‘Now this… this is interesting.’

Meanwhile, Dokja remained calm despite the dokkaebi’s announcement, Y/N couldn’t help but admire him in that moment. ‘Dokja is so smart and composed in these situations…’