Prologue
at its highest when Ryu Han-Bin way lazily for the lounged on the that the day was already in at the clock on the like many others before today—sleeping the
him distant now, the a his current habits. Ironic got little done these
then, he fantasized about the days world he could do like school and getting to brush up his
the power button on his the Internet. Nothing. games seemed interesting enough
happened fast. emotionless, without time to react. First, his legs and neck. disbelief whether he was awake squeezed his head, paralyzing him. He
empty chair creaked
sign that the man Ryu Earth. As if he
not until he regained consciousness a strange place. Not because of the existing light clearly Then, a voice was all suitable human beings.” crouch and bow, such was matter I dead?” was all make all his terror, another voice
this the that the number
be 7 billion, yielding upon commencing
is
were they referring to? The voice
But can I possibly do it not that the
adaptation. Not an existing
-Okay.
overcame Han-bin. He wasn’t
worse, with souls… as breath between screams, he heard
mistake? What the hell is
An error
There are hundreds of them;
Han-bin was pushed and the voice. All “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” It felt as the voice was
dimensional
on edges when he came to and trees in several places. even Earth!” have any doubts about his judgment. was too bright to be night-time,
him just then. He dog forearms. He slapped his cheeks. Nothing be real, It must be a dream! If I my mind. have I been like
is unclear how many seconds, minutes, mind. the realization, extreme anger overcame going