You’re woken up by the system, congratulating you for surviving the third scenario. Then giving you the reward befitting of the scenario’s difficulty.

Since you don’t have any plan for the day due to the dungeon being raid by a lunatic, you decide to just laze around in your green zone. However your food supply is depleting as the day gone by.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you could hunt monster]

A shiver run down your spine just remembering the horrendous monsters you’ve seen so far.

As if sensing your trouble, Phainon console you through the blue screen.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you don’t have to worry]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you have him]

Miraculously, you do feel slightly at ease. At times like this, you thought you made a good decision choosing Phainon as your supporting constellation, “You know, Phainon. If you were in a relationship, you’ll make a good partner.” You blurt out.

The blue screen did not appear as quick as usual. You imagine the surprise colouring his face although you had never seen him before. Nonetheless, you imagine his surprise look, eyes widen, mouth slightly agape wondering how should he respond.

Maybe you were right about that because Phainon hadn’t send a single response even after minutes has passed. “Don’t tell me, you’ve never been in a relationship before.” You tease but he still didn’t respond.

Concern, you called his name. “Phainon.”

Again, not a single respond was given.

“Phainon, are you mad?” You asked. What if you accidentally poke at an old wound?

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he was looking for a stove]

‘Oh, good. He wasn’t mad.’ Relieved, you left the conversation behind, “What stove?”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you can used it to cook monster’s meat]

“Do I need seasoning?” You need to know that before cooking any meal. You’re not just going to eat bland food now, would you?

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it’ll be alright without seasoning]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said cooked monster meat are juicy]

That sounds delicious but the real problem is could you hunt monster? On your way to Chungmuro, the only monster you have encounter is the specter.

“Phainon,” You rummage through your pouch, searching for the item dropped by specters you’ve killed. “can I eat this?” You shows him the stones.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, shake his head]

If the spirit stone is not meant to be eaten, then what is the used of it? You can’t just let it rot in your bag.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it will amplify your trauma]

“Then, is this a torturing device?” If it could amplify someone’s trauma, it wouldn’t be too different from torture. ‘If that’s the case, I might need this for later use.’ The spirit stones return to the safety of your pouch.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it would be difficult to use as torturing device]

That’s unfortunate for you, “Why is that?”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said once you eat the spirit stone, you will temporarily become a ghost species]

Getting your trauma amplified and become a ghost species temporarily on top of that. It does not sound very appealing to you.

[Constellation who’s a masochist added that monsters species cannot attack you nor will human]

On a second thought, it might be of help to you.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, send a meteor to Constellation who’s a masochist’s location]

[Constellations who likes thrill whistle loudly and close their ears]

[Constellations from absolute good avert their eyes away]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, warn you to not used it]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it does not worth the trouble]

You blink at the respond. He’s not that aggressive usually, this small thing in your possession must be a big deal for him to react that way.

“Relax, I’m just asking.” Then Phainon bombard you with another responds telling you to never take the spirit stones. He even go as far as telling you to swear an oath. “Alright, I won’t eat it.” You reassured.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, let out a sigh of relief]

Unfortunately, it was a short relief until you open your mouth, “Unless—”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, forbid you from eating the spirit stone]

“Hear me out first, would you?”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it’s the end of discussion]

“Alright, fine. I won’t.” At least you didn’t swear the oath to him.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you must swear]

“Fuck you.”

For a moment, there’s no reply from him but it’s just a moment.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said swear the oath, not swear at him]

“Although you’re being specific, I’m still not doing it.” Why would you have the spirit stone if not to use it?

Who knows maybe tonight or tomorrow, you’ll be force to step out of your green zone and fend for yourself. Why not use the item that could save your life?

If what that masochist constellation said is true, you’ll be invisible to both monsters and human. Isn’t that a bit too good? If you ignore the fact it will amplify your trauma— it’s a good deal.

In a reassuring tone, you speak to Phainon. “I can handle my trauma very well.”

[Constellations who had been watching you are side eyeing you]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, raise his eyebrow]

“... Aggressive but it’s well handled.” It’s not the typical way of handling trauma but it keep you sane somehow—so it work.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you still need to swear the oath]

“My trauma is not that bad.”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said to not downplay your trauma]

Seeing the conversation is not going anywhere, you decide to just swear the oath to him. “I swear,” You pull out a spirit stone out of your pouch, raising it up in the air as if to make a point, “I won’t use this stone no matter the circumstance.”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, nod]

*****

Phainon let out a relief sigh. “She’s so stubborn.” Messaging his temple, exhausted. In front of him is the numerous screens from Star Stream, one of them showing his incarnation sitting quietly in her green zone. While some are showing incarnations who claimed to be prophets.

Then, there are two screen separated from the others. One showing the man who stabbed his incarnation, and other screen showing a blurry face man with his group hunting monsters.

Phainon narrow his eyes at the two incarnation who he’s been keeping an eye on since the end of the first scenario.

He’ve overheard Olympus speak of singularity as of late, his curiosity get the better of him and checked on the subject of their topic.

Through the screen, he heard his incarnation calling for him. [“Phainon.”]

He send an indirect message to her as a response.

“You’ll protect me, right?” A hint of doubt and anxiety lace into her voice.

A fond smile grace his lips, his hand tracing over his incarnation’s image. “Of course.” He whispered as if it could reached his incarnation’s ears. “Without doubt.” He promised.

*****

There’s this thought that stuck with you since the apocalypse begin.

Phainon is generous. In fact he’s very generous and lenient that you almost feel bad for being difficult a moment ago but at the same time, your gut is telling you something is going to happen.

You pull out your phone that’s on the verge of dying with crack everywhere but it still dutifully display the current time on the lock screen.

[2 p.m.]

You turn off the phone and put it back into your pouch. Saving the battery as much as you could until you find a powerbank or a replacement for it. Although you doubt, you’ll be using it often.

One thing for sure, you’re bored out of your wit. For the first time since the apocalypse start, you could actually feel boredom haunting you like a ghost haunting some poor soul.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask what’s wrong]

“I felt bored.” You confess. It wouldn’t hurt to confine your trouble to Phainon.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ponder]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said that’s a good thing]

At the response, you arch an eyebrow at him—precisely, at the screen. “Why is that?”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it means you feel safe]

“Now that you said that.” You wonder back to the past few days. Never once did you feel completely safe despite sleeping soundlessly at night.

In fact, you’re constantly on edge with the thought that everyone would stab you if you let your guard down, just like how the passengers kill each other in cold blood during the first scenario. Though it’s a one-sided massacre, that one scenario made you realized how dangerous human can be when push to a corner.

Not to mention, law did not exist anymore and nothing is keeping the beast in human’s skin in check.

Beast in human’s skin.

You look up. The ceiling greet your sight but it’s not your main focus, you’re looking at him. At your sponsor who had been on your side since the start of this apocalypse.

Beast in human’s skin.

Phainon who had been nothing but kind and generous, supporting and lenient. If he hadn’t hint you of the screwdriver at that time, you would have been dead.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, look at you]

Beast in human’s skin.

Closing your eyes shut, you laid down on the cold floor. “Since I’m bored, let’s talk about something.”

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, apologize]

“Are you busy?” A question shoot out of your mouth, curious evidence in your tone.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he won’t be able to accompany you for a few days]

Phainon don’t usually leave you for long. The longest he ever did was just an hour or two. Him leaving you for days made you slightly anxious just thinking about it.

But since when did you become too dependant to him? Would there be consequences if you keep relying on him?

“It’s alright, I can take care of myself.” You reassured, waving your hand and smiling as if it could lessen his worry, that is—if he truly is worry for you.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, truly feel sorry]

“Don’t be like that.” The usual reassured tone slip past your tongue like honey. “I’ll be fine.”

The real question is, would really you be fine on your own?

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he’s sorry]

“You don’t trust me with myself?” You jokingly ask which he response too quickly.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said yes]

An offended gasp escape your lips, “How could you say that?”

[Constellations from absolute good agree with Constellation, Prisoner of Flames]

Just how unreliable are you in their eyes even those hypocrite don’t trust you with yourself?

*****

The third scenario begin without delay, however this time you feel quite lonely that your sponsor isn’t around to lift the mood.

Despite the monsters roaming around you, the percentage shown through the survival rate haven’t change at all which is reassuring when Phainon isn’t around.

The greatsword rest next to you, in case the dokkeabie decide to screw you over and the worst case scenario happen.

Before Phainon left, he give you a stove mean to cook monster’s meat and 20,000 coins for emergency use. Also reminding you to not put yourself in danger and run whenever your survival rate drop too low. Afterward, you haven’t heard anything from him.

“Phainon.” You call him over but the usual blue screen with his modified nickname haven’t shows up. “Must have been very busy.” You mutter.

[Constellation who’s a masochist said you’re like a wife denying her husband’s death]

A cough left your throat but it was drown by the growl from the nearby monsters. You reach over the nearby drink. Quenching your dry throat, “Why so ominous?”

[Constellation who’s a masochist said you’ve been calling Constellation Prisoner of Flames for the past 30 minutes]

“Because I’m bored.” Phainon will have something to chat about if he’s around but not tonight. He’s not around and you couldn’t sleep without him talking your ears off.

The thought that you’re too dependant to him made you wonder how are you going to survive without him if he’s gone for good.

Nonetheless, you survive the second day without much trouble but the constant growl from the monsters around keep you awake the whole night.

A yawn left your lips as you stare yourself in the mirror. Since Phainon isn’t around, you couldn’t properly take a bath because some pervert of constellations are watching like a hawk would their prey. Though they give you coins when they get to see your bare ankles or thighs, it still make every strand of hairs in your body to stand still in disgust.

During the day, you try to catch a wink of sleep in some quiet corner and that quietest corner just so happened to be near the dungeon. Where that lunatic man had the teenage girl guarding it strictly so he could hoard all the rewards.

“Unnie.” The teenage girl call with a raise eyebrow. The sword still sheath in her hand as she seize you. “You don’t look like someone who catch a wink of sleep.” She added.

[Survival against this individual: 70%]

[85% chance for this individual to agree with you]

Maybe due to the lack of caffeine in your blood, the question slip out of your mouth. “Can you let me sleep for an hour before you kick me out of here?”

The girl blink a few time, “Since you’re cool, of course!” Then she sat beside you, her sword resting against her shoulder. With a confident grin she reassured, “Don’t worry, I got your back, unnie.”

“Thank you... You are?”

“Lee Jihye.”

“Thank you, Lee Jihye.”

“Anytime!”

Not even a minute passed, your eyelid drop and you feels like you’re falling from somewhere high. Very high in fact.

Then a growl, not from monster but from a stomach stir you awake almost immediately.

Lee Jihye who was nearby almost pull out her sword of it’s sheath the moment you jolt awake. Then her stomach grumble and followed by yours, who haven’t had breakfast yet.

To avoid the awkwardness, she suggest hunting some monster together and since it would help you get used to killing monster, you agree.

Therefore, you encounter a... Bizarre group. Actually, there’s this one member who’s pretty weird in your eyes. Not that he had done anything to earn the irk from you— it’s just his face. If you had to describe it, you could only say, blurry as if a glitch is hiding him from you.

However, what worry you is your calculation skill.

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[Err0r!]

This is the first time the skill shown an error. Especially when your sponsor isn’t around, adding to your trouble but your confusion fall short after you and Jihye decide to help the survivors to the station.

The way back is quite awkward, the teenage girl did not seem like she’s in the mood for some chat and the survivors doesn’t look like they want to start any conversation after fighting the specters.

Though it was short live until the blurry face man decide to proclaim that he’s a companion of Yoo Jonghyuk.

Although you don’t know who that person is. Judging from Lee Jihye’s reaction, you could guess that’s the name of the teenager’s master and maniac who stabbed you on the shoulder.

Lee Jihye turn to you with a serious look, “Unnie, can you keep an eye on them? I’ll go get master!” She said then run off before you could reply.

You want to refuse actually. Why would you want to be within the vicinity of your stabber? Knowing what kind of ruckus he cause back when he first arrived here, you certainly don’t want to be on his bad side— let alone crossing path with him again.

“You are that person’s companion?” You ask as a matter of confirmation.

The man smile with confident, “Yes. I am Yoo Jonghyuk’s companion.”

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‘He’s a maniac too.’ You assumed. Noting that you should put some distance with this man specifically because last time you check, Yoo Jonghyuk can still be within prediction of Possibility Calculation.

As far as you know, someone unpredictable is hard to deal with.

“All of you must have been very tire.” Come the polite smile to your face, “Did you know about the 3rd Scenario?” It wouldn’t be too bad to strike a conversation a little since the teenage girl did ask you to keep an eye on them while she fetch her master.

After all, if that girl’s master can sense your presence and didn’t hesitate to stab someone with his sword. Who knows what will happened if you were to get on her bad side.

You converse while resting with the group. Therefore, you manage to get their name in that conversation.

“How did you distribute food to other survivors?” Lee Hyunsung with book and pen in hands ask, keen on taking note of every detail.

Remembering the days when Yoo Jonghyuk arrived at this place, he didn’t bother to take care of the survivors who come with him other than Lee Jihye. Since then, the survivors had been relying on that girl to hunt monster for them. That’s too long of an explanation, so you cut it short. “That girl just now is the one who hunt monsters for the survivors.”

“The survivors?” Kim Dokja who claimed to be a companion of Yoo Jonghyuk raise an eyebrow. “You’re not relying on Jihye too?”

That hurt your pride for some reason. You’re older than Lee Jihye and weaker than her but you couldn’t bring yourself to rely on her to bring food to the table. You’re not that shameless at least. “No, we just so happened to hunt monsters together at that time.”

“I see.” Kim Dokja yawn, completely bored. Though the glance thrown to your direction goes unnoticed, ‘She must be another extra who will die later.’ He thought. From what he observed, there is nothing worth noting from your character profile. Even the name of your sponsor doesn’t ring a bell to him.

You wonder where has that teenage girl run to because it’s taking longer than you expected. It’s to the point of you leading the newly arrived group to the restroom. Thankfully, the other survivors don’t have the courage to approach you or the group.

“What is that green zone for?” Yoo Sangah pointed toward an unoccupied green zone and two survivor fighting over it with bruises all over their face.

Seeing how confuse she was, you decide to explain to her. “People like to call it room, you should find one immediately before the third scenario begin. It’s essential if you want to survive tonight.” All of you climb the stairs, letting the fight over the green zone continue.

The murmurs of crowd enter your ears, alerting you of what’s awaiting upstairs. Arriving at the first floor, you find a crowd of survivors begging to be let in into a certain green zone.

You remembered coming across the biggest room in Chungmuro when you first arrived. Unfortunately, it was claimed by a grumpy old man. Phainon alerted you to not get on such person’s bad side, thus you avoid the owner til this day.

A kid run past you, hurrying toward the crowd. Wasn’t he the same kid currently with the guy who claimed to be Yoo Jonghyuk’s companion?

Yes, it’s the same kid actually.

“Kid, wait—!”

The kid had disappear into the crowd and before you could followed through, everyone hurriedly dispersed. The panicked painted across the crowd is enough to spell trouble.

“Sangah-ssi, please hold onto Heewon-ssi.” Kim Dokja left the unconscious woman to Yoo Sangah and rush toward the dispersing crowd, chasing after the kid.

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Seeing the undeciphered screen, you hesitate to lend a hand. Although you avoid the grumpy old man till now, the hushed whisper of his capabilities is enough for you to know that you couldn’t win against such person.

The syllables of your name fall off of Yoo Sangah’s lips as she beg you to help with Lee Hyunsung looking at you expectantly next to her.

Did you help? No.

Why would Phainon warn you to not get on that grumpy old man’s side if not to put you away from danger? Even the probability of you dying is significant enough for you to know that you must not do anything that would upset him. If possible never made contact with him.

But those pleading eyes are poking at your conscience as second turn to minute. However the sound of notification grab your attention.

Ding!

It was your skill that could finally work properly again.

[The chances of situation to escalate further is 37%]

Ding!

[The chances of situation to escalate further is 25%]

“Don’t worry.” You reassured, there’s one person that could put your survival at risk at the same time capable of putting people like Gong Pildu in check with his strength alone.

[The chances of situation to escalate further is 14%]

Then the lunatic come to the rescue. Of course, you left as soon as you sense his presence nearby. The chances of you getting swept up into this mess is pretty low but you dare not take any chances.

Though it’s not long before the group find you again before the scenario begin. Not to kill you, just asking if there’s any empty room left in the station.

You have no idea if there are any vacant rooms left, you don’t have the heart to give these people false hope, so you told them that you don’t think there are any left.

Maybe karma is getting at you for leaving the group on their own when that lunatic in black coat appear.

Or maybe it was when they asked you for help to search for any vacant room so they can occupy it because as soon as the scenario begin, the dokkeabie added a new rule where some room will disappear.

Unfortunately, yours is one of them.

The green zone disappeared instantly, causing the monsters to snap their head toward you simultaneously. Hunger crystal clear in their eyes. Not wasting any second the herd of monsters swarm you like bees would to invader.

[Warning!]

[Survival rate decreasing tremendously!]

[Survival rate: 54%]

The hold on your greatsword tighten as you smash the closest monster with it’s hilt then slicing the monster behind it in two. As if not wanting to give a moment of respite two monsters jump across the corpse, snapping their jaw open. With a forceful swing, the blade slash through the monsters’ bone.

After killing four monster consecutively, your lungs is gasping for air, your legs shaking from both fear and exhaustion. You’re drained, both physically and mentally simply by facing the monsters.

For a moment, you’re certain that you wouldn’t get used to living within this lawless world.

A deafening roar echo on the station wall, drowning all dying scream of other survivor.

[100% chance for two large monster to attack simultaneously]

Just as the system warn, two monster twice your size spring forward, their feet stomping onto the floor, leaving a den behind.

[5,000 coins has been invested to strength]

[Strength lv. 20 -> lv. 30]

[4,600 coins has been invested to stamina]

[Stamina lv. 8 -> lv. 20]

[4,900 coins has been invested to agility]

[Agility lv. 7 -> lv. 20]

[Survival rate: 56%]

Though, you increase your stats, the percentage shown by the system does not brought you any security.

Another large monsters approach, the survival rate drop.

[Survival rate: 55%]

Resisting your fear, you took the risk to run toward one of the approaching monsters. It’s claw wide open, ready to grab you. Swiftly, you dodge, sliding between it’s legs and slashing it’s belly open. Blood spurt on the floor as the monster’s inside decorate the white pristine floor.

Without second wasted, you throw the bloody greatsword straight to the other large monster’s head. Blood spurt to the ceiling before the monster fall lifeless along with it’s kin.

Where is Phainon when you need him the most?

You curse under your breath, taking the greatsword off the monster’s skull and slash the incoming monster in half. “Phainon!” You shout, voice hoarse and desperate but there’s no answer from him.

A monster lunge forward, jaw wide open, ready to sink it’s teeth to your right leg. Quickly you lift your leg, letting the monster to slide across the floor with a screeching sound.

You stomped onto it’s head, breaking it’s skull, molding the head flat with red liquid spurt put of it’s ears and nose. Once again you swing the greatsword and the floor is bath in blood, the smell of iron made you dizzy and nauseous but you must push through it.

[Activating Stigma, Let There Be Light lv. 1]

A blinding light left the monsters in daze, giving you a chance to escape death’s clutch. With great effort, the greatsword slash the dazed monsters’ head in one swing.

Like a repeated motion, you use the stigma again then kill the dazed monster. However, there seems to be something ripped out of you after using that stigma multiple time.

[You have drained all your mana]

[Due to insufficient mana, the Stigma effect is cut in half]

Unfortunately, just as the system message appear, the effect from your stigma only effective against monsters that were near you. In no time, you’re once again swarm by monsters.

[Warning!]

[Survival rate decreasing tremendously!]

[Survival rate: 13%]

Ignoring the system, you stood your ground. Slashing every monsters that dare to open their jaw against you with the greatsword until you’re push to a corner.

[98% chance your head will be chomped]

At the long warning, you duck under as a monster appear and crash onto the wall above you. Swiftly, you strike it with your fist, sending the monster flying to it’s herd. A growl vibrate next to you, a ground rat like monster’s gaze remain lock on you as it raise it’s claw, swiftly you used the greatsword to block the strike.

[100% chance your shoulder will—]

Crack..!

The sound of bone shuttered cause you to glance over your shoulder. Another ground rat got you. It sunk it’s teeth deeper into your flesh, you could almost hear something tore apart. Momentarily, you let go of the greatsword. Using your fist to strike it’s head but a sharp pain course through your left leg, loosening your strike’s force slightly.

Another monster bite onto your thigh as it pull away with it’s teeth pierce deep in your muscle. Then a scream tore through your throat as an unbearable pain pierce your stomach. With blurry vision, you only see monsters sinking their teeth over your flesh, tearing you alive.

Your weapon is no where to be seen, your functioning hand try to pry every monsters off of you but it was an obvious failure when another keep latching their teeth to your skin. Leaving you helpless and terrify.

[Survival rate: 3%]

[Constellations who likes thrill roar in joy]

[Constellations from absolute good are praying for you safety]

[Survival rate: 2%]

[Constellations who likes thrill are cheering for you]

[You have been gifted 1,500 coins]

“I’m not...” going to die. You thought, at least not as your flesh being ravaged by monsters. Your free hand reaching over your pocket where another spirit stone is stored.

You swallow the stone whole. The pain numb before you feels like you’re falling from a high place.

[You have become a ghost species]

[Survival rate: 1%]

*****

Amidst the golden wheat, with misshapes clay in hand, Phainon sense something had happened to his incarnation.

Quickly, he open the Star Stream channel. Eyes searching for the familiar figure of his incarnation through the screen but what greet him is only a swamp of monsters and endless terrified scream from dying survivors.

His eyes then caught sight of a familiar greatsword abandoned on the floor—bath in blood. Not far from it is a swamp of monsters—feasting, then there’s a monster chewing a leg just a meter away from the swarm and two monsters fighting over a piece of torn clothe.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask what he had missed]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask where is his incarnation]

[The constellations in channel BIR- remain silent]

[A Constellation from absolute good told Constellation, Prisoner of Flames what had happened]

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Rumour fly across the city of Okhema. Whispers of the famous Deliverer is heartbroken from rejection. The people on the street murmurs their worry for the heartbroken deliverer who caught the unrequited love disease. Some express their concern for the future and some express their curiosity toward the person who manage to have the deliverer’s heart in their grasp.

Those whispers reach your ears but you dare not to reveal yourself nor did you want to concern yourself with Phainon.

He already told you that he wasn’t inflicted with the disease the last time you met him. Therefore, there’s nothing to concern yourself with. Thinking he might have gotten the disease after he fall in love with someone new.

That’s exactly what you want to believe had it not been for the flowers that keep ending up at your front door by an anonymous sender—it’s not exactly anonymous if the sender himself personally send it to you.

There at your front door, Phainon stood quietly with bouquet in hands, head hung low and sad expression plastered on his face. If he was a dog, his ears will have flatten to his head and his tail will just hung low behind his back.

With a sad smile, he gave you the bouquet and excuse himself, saying there are things he need to do. Concealing the sender’s identity when you ask.

Unfortunately, you’re not a fool. You know he’s lying through his teeth despite not being that close to him. Nonetheless, you let him be and hopefully your peace remind intact.

Unlucky as you were when you confessed to Phainon for the first time. Rumours begin to surround you, everywhere you go, you heard whispers and feel the glaring eyes at the back of your head. Some whispers in hush tone but there are some who intentionally speak louder than necessary.

There are times when you wonder why did he want to pursuit something impossible when he had bigger problem to focus on. Which is saving the world and defend this last standing city from the black tide.

Fortunately(for once), the answer come to you. It was the first demigod, Tribbie who come to your door and explain Phainon’s behavior. “We told Snowy to never give up even though it’s impossible. After all, old love can bloom again as long as the root remain.” The demigod told you after offering a cup of tea and snacks.

Although you find it impossible to believe after going through with the removal surgery, you decide to smile as a response, not daring to offend the demigod.

Then, you see her off but before she left, she asked you a question. “You haven’t forgotten about Snowy, right?” It’s more of a confirmation rather than a question.

Thus, you answered honestly that you haven’t forgetten him in the slightest. Which make her smile to widen and bid you farewell, humming happily as she left.

Tomorrow come as easily and Phainon once again knock on your door with bouquet in hands, this time his posture is filled with confidence as he flash you with his usual charming smile. Though he still conceal the sender’s identity, he no longer wore the same sad smile on his face nor did he let his head hung low like his many past visits.

Just as he was about to leave, you called him over. Offering to serve him drink and snack with the excuse of showing your gratitude for consistently sending the flower to you.

Hearing the offer, his smile widen. Stars seem to have reside in his eyes because the light in those blue eyes shone like the starry night in Castrum Kremnos. Without second wasted, he skip toward you with the imaginary tail wagging between his legs.

A sacred routine were form after that day.

Every morning, Phainon will come over to your house, bouquet in hand and you will be there, offering drink and snacks before he left to complete his tasks for the day.

Rumours spark across the holy city once more regarding their deliverer who no longer heartbroken. Instead, whispers of his effort pursuing his beloved has come to fruition become a hot topic among gossipers.

Though the rumours are only partially true. Yes, Phainon is no longer heartbroken but more determine to pursue his beloved. The truth only goes as far as that.

His effort has yet to bear visible fruit when it comes to his relationship with yours. Although there’s a progression, albeit, only slightly.

If you and him are merely strangers when both of you confess. Now, however both of you have become friends—friends that barely know each other. But most importantly, his coughing has quiet down since then.

And today, you made it more important because the relationship between you and him will take a huge leap. One that the past you wouldn’t even dare to do.

Everything is going well, you sitting on your side of the couch and him sitting on the other end like usual.

Then, out of no where you hand him a spare key, not just any random key but your house key. The key to your private sanctuary. “Come whenever you want, there’s no need to bring flower.” You added, oblivious or rather nonchalant to his redden face and excited smile as he take the key, careful as to not let it slip off his hand.

On the way back to his residence, a wide smile spread across the deliverer’s face, gaze remains lock toward the old key sitting on the palm of his hand as the civilians make ways for him so he wouldn’t accidentally bump to them.

Whispers travel across the city, with news that the deliverer has become a lovesick man.

That evening as Phainon finished his task for that day, the demigod of passage, Tribbie approach him with a cheeky smile dancing on her expression. Followed closely behind is the current leader of Chrysos Heirs, the demigod of romance, Aglaea, who wore a knowing smile on her lips.

It was them who had encourage him to pursue you instead of going through with the surgery.

Phainon thought it was pointless at first. However their encouragement reveal the sliver of hope in his predicament.

It was a common knowledge for those who went through with the removal surgery to forget the object of their affection entirely. No matter how famous that person would be, they will be forgetten.

However, that doesn’t apply to you. You remembered him, not as the deliverer who held the duty of carrying the world’s weight on his shoulders, but someone you once sincerely and helplessly in love with.

His hand reached over the key hiding underneath his shirt, where it stay close to his heart.

He can still feel the flower settling in his lung but this time, he no longer cough nor is he vomiting petals. “Thank you.” Phainon said with a soft smile adoring his lips.

All he have to do is persist and patiently tend to the remaining root until the bud of affection bloom once more in your heart.

And the key that you personally give him, the one he hide underneath his shirt, is proof that you’re letting him stay in your life—a chance to fix what’s broken.

The next day, Phainon come to your house again. Then he come across a pot of flower, blooming beautifully near the window where the light from dawn device shone the most.

You appear next to him soon after. Telling him, it is the same flower that has been deteriorating your health, and revealing that you’re not ready to part with it despite the flower being the physical manifestation of your inconvenience—something you should rid off but decide not to.

It was at that moment Phainon knew the flower fully bloom in his chest and butterflies flying everywhere in his stomach. His lungs feel fresh as if he just inhale oxygen after drowning for so long.

His gaze land elsewhere, anywhere as long as it wouldn’t clash with yours. His hand covering half of his face, not to hide his warming face but to hide his excited smile that’s keep widening as his heart thumping in his chest.

You just confess to him again. Albeit, indirectly.

Just thinking about it made him giddy. It took everything in him to restraint himself from pulling you into a hug and more. Thus, Phainon stare elsewhere as he let his beating heart calm down on it’s own.

The flower is the living proof that the root of affection still remain in your heart. That’s all he need to know to confirm everything between you and him.

Since that day, Phainon is braver with his approach. Whether in public or closed door, he always find your hand to hold onto and when he greet you, it always follow by his forehead resting against yours.

You didn’t reprimanded him for it nor did you mind in the slightest. Instead, you return the gesture as if it was a form of greeting only reserved for you two.

When everything is overwhelming, he’ll come over to your house. Slumping his weight into your couch while you prepared dinner but when exhaustion hadn’t hit him on the head, Phainon will be next to you, helping with anything. No small talk needed, just comfortable silence residing in your sanctuary as you two eat dinner in peace.

Both of you are not lover, yet you do act like one. Giving each other a call every so often with the excuse of ‘just checking on you’, taking each other out on dinner and having a peaceful outting when Phainon is on his day off.

There are times where he just sleep at your place. After a great effort of mustering up the saddest puppy eyes as a way to melt your heart, fortunately it work everytime. You’ll find him sleeping in the guest room with victorious grin glue to his face.

Before leaving your sanctuary, he would take the time to tend to your flowers. Watering it and caressing the petals with a fond look. Phainon will bid it goodbye, then resting his forehead to yours before heading out and complete his task for the day.

To avoid spending too much money, you decide to confess instead of having it remove through surgery. The chance for him to reprocriate is low but never zero, so you gamble.

Does it work? No, you’re unlucky.

Phainon try to reprocriate your feeling to save you. It was out of obligation and you knew very well that’s not going to work since he’s trying to force himself to like you.

You don’t blame him for trying. Knowing how kind hearted he is, if you die, he’ll likely feel guilty and blame himself for that.

So, you make peace with your feeling. Thinking your feeling will die down but no, it linger and become an inconvenient for your daily life. You’re not going anywhere without coughing up every 10 minutes.

Dinner? You’re coughing petals and almost choked on it. Have a relaxing bath? Say goodbye to your gossip buddies in the public bath, you’re getting noise complaint from others now.

Then after many months later, you finally take the surgery and said goodbye to the inconvenience for good.

Later, Phainon come up to you, all smiley and calling you by your first name in a way you deem as too friendly when both of you never get out of that stranger phase yet. Then suddenly he confess that he finally have feeling for you.

Fortunately, he didn’t catch that disease like you which mean he didn’t fell for you completely. So, you told him you already had the surgery and apologize for troubling him. Indirectly, rejecting him.

Don’t take it wrong, you feel bad rejecting him but it was a decision made after a careful consideration within minutes. You’re not a fool, you know the power struggle happening between the Chrysos Heirs and the Council of Elders. If you were to associate yourself further with him, you might as well say goodbye to your peace.

When both of you part ways, that’s when he finally let out a cough and bitterly smile to himself when he see a petal on his palm.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, giddily look at you]

“Phainon.” You called his name yet again for the 33rd times—or was it 34th times— that day.

Ever since he told you his name, Phainon had been pestering you to call him by his name. You assumed it wasn’t his real name but treat it as if it’s his real name.

Does it annoyed you? Yes, it does but you had a feeling that it’s been a long time since he heard his name from someone else’s mouth.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, smile happily]

Well, whatever made him happy. If he’s happy, he wouldn’t have any thought to discard you.

Since you come to Chungmuro, Phainon teached you things such as terms you don’t understand like incarnations, constellations, dokkeabi and Star Stream. Describing the picture you couldn’t see with your own eyes.

It’s easy to digest his teaching in one day. The problem is the fact, he couldn’t tell you much about the scenarios. Although he reassured that there’s an end to scenario, he didn’t tell you how many scenario are there to deal with.

What if there’s hundred or not thousand of scenarios that you must complete? Could you really reach the end? But would it really be ‘the end’?

With a shake of your head, you dismissed the thoughts. Instead you focus on the task at hand.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said this movie have too many drama]

“I know.” You adjust your sun glasses then turn the newspaper’s page, not really reading through the content as your attention is solely on the verbal fight happening two table away from you.

To distract your mind from the apocalypse, you thought about checking out the movie theater. Thinking that the projector might still be working, you set off with the hope you could watch some movie in peace.

When you step on the entrance, you accidentally triggered a hidden scenario. Thus, here you are enjoying the drama unfolding in front of you. Who would have thought you could get the best seat in this drama?

[Some constellations said you are being a hypocrite]

[Some constellations said you are being a busybody too]

“It’s not like any of you stopped being a busybody.” There are times where the nosy constellations tried to peer into your past by dangling coins and some magic thing when Phainon was away. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work because Phainon always find out and send them a warning.

“There’s a saying here that said, ‘If you can’t stop them, join them.’ I’m applying that saying as we speak.” That’s the truth, sometimes you just need to join in when no one’s on your side.

Thankfully the main leads are busy throwing insults at each other and the barista is too busy listening to them than you to judge you for talking to air.

[Some constellations ponder at your words]

[Some constellations likes your view]

[Constellation who’s a masochist welcome you]

[You have been gifted 300 coins]

[You have been gifted 100 coins]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if you like this kind of movie]

Honestly you’re not picky with movie’s genre as long as it worth to watch.

Nonetheless, this movie’s atmosphere you’re currently in give you a sense of normalcy. A couple arguing in the middle of cafe, the barista just minding her own business behind the counter with her ears picking up every sip of tea and the bustling city being the background noise.

It’s as if the apocalypse never happened.

“Yes.” You replied mindlessly as you watch the main leads choose to yell out to the world how they love each other. Thus ending their argument with passion kiss and promises.

The barista secretly took picture of the couple as she giggle in joy. She must be delighted because her ship did not sunk to the bottom of the sea.

You stopped yourself from gagging at the blunt affection and buried your nose between the newspaper instead. ‘Yes, this does bring back memories.’

[Some constellations gagged at the sight]

[Some constellations are crying in disgust]

[Some constellations wipe their tears with coins]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, silently laugh at your reaction]

+++

[You have reach the end credit]

+++

Seeing the notification, you’re ready to leave but an out of place bottle caught your eyes, “What’s that?” You pointed at the round glass bottle in the display glass.

The barista took out the bottle and hand it to you. “It’s on the house!” She exclaimed.

Blue particles begin to envelope your surrounding. Within a few blink, you’re in the theater’s hall again with the movie poster slashed roughly.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said once you’ve ‘watched’ the movie, you won’t be able to watch it again]

“That’s sad.” You muttered, you can’t hide inside the movie again if things go awry for you.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said don’t be discouraged]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said there should be another movie with the same genre]

Feeling a little better, you read the item’s description in your hands.

+++

[Mana Potion]

After being consumed, permanently increase mana stat by +1.

+++

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said there are things that you could brought back to reality]

“Does that only apply to item like these?” You hold up the mana potion, “The disguise clothes doesn’t count as item.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said items originally from the movie does not count as item]

“Damnit, I bought those with my own money too.” You should go and demand a refund with the dungeon’s boss when you see them. Although those money will likely be useless in apocalyptic world.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, smile at you]

[You have been gifted 1,000 coins]

“Thank you.” You smile back

Phainon told you many times to never reject gift given by constellations. Especially coins.

Knowing your circumstance, rationally, you don’t have any reason to reject the freebies given by these higher beings. Although it make you look like a pitiful beggar, you rationalized it was for the sake of your safety. If you must take advantage of these beings’ kindness to survive, then you could be a little shameless. Even if it was Phainon.

Without further ado, you drink the mana potion and went to the second floor of the theater. On the way, you avoid movies with genre action and thriller like a plague. Why would you have to role play when your life genre had become action and thriller?

Nevertheless, you did not let the opportunity go to waste as you enjoy the little illusion of normalcy you could grasp. While also grabbing any items that could be brought back to reality as a side mission.

Time passed quickly that you reach the fifth floor with variety of potions in hands. You chose to consumed them before exploring further in case someone decide to stole it.

[You have enter reward room]

[Only two item can be taken as reward]

Since you’re the only one who enter this dungeon and reach this point. There’s a lot of choice for you to chose from.

Browsing through numerous reward, you pick up a pair of pouch where the storage’s size is triple the size of regular school bag. Strapping one of the pouch to your thigh and the other to your arm, fastening the belt so none of it would fall off easily. Now you could carry your spare clothes and necessary with ease. Moreover, you don’t have to worry about your bag being stolen anymore.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, nodded at your choice]

[One more item can be taken as reward]

You thought of picking a weapon for yourself since you have Weapon Proficiency skill but what exactly would you need? There’s a lot of weapons on display but you can only take one.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, raise up his hand]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you can let him pick for you]

For a moment you ponder about it. Since he’s been there to guide you through scenarios, you can have some faith in him to choose something that would ensure your survival.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, pointed at the greatsword]

At the end of displayed weapons, a greatsword lay in it’s glass case. Carved to it’s silver edge is inscription you don’t know the meaning of. Not a single rust in sight and shining as the light reflect on the blade’s surface as if it’s polished diligently everyday by it’s wielder

“I don’t think I can lift that.” You quickly response.

Had Phainon pick a sword or an axe, you wouldn’t mind because they are easier to wield than a greatsword. Not to mention if you were to compare it’s size with you, it could smack your chin once you loose grip by accident.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, chuckles at your cluelessness]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, insist you take the greatsword as a reward]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it will be useful]

At his insistent you pick up the greatsword. Surprisingly it was light as if you’re holding a wooden stick and not a metal forged into sword. You lift it up, swing it once—twice then come the third swing. You gape in awe at how effortless it is to swing the what seem like a heavy sword.

Amidst your awe, the item’s description appear in the blue box. Informing you of it’s story.

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[Greatsword of Damnation]

Grade: Replica

Story: The greatsword was forged with the ore of earth’s core, melt with the flames of destruction and cool in reveries of sea. Once it was completed, the blade gain consciousness. Only those it deem worthy can wield it, for those it deem unworthy shall meet their end as soon as their hand touch it’s hilt. Through it’s lifetime only 3 people has wield it, along with it’s master, they brought damnation to injustice and evildoers.

Effect: Increase the wielder’s Agility by +1.

+++

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he have a gift for you]

[You have received your first Stigma]

[Stigma: Let There Be Light have been acquired]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said this is his small gift]

“Small gift...?” You doubt this is a small gift because from what you remembered of Phainon’s teaching, stigma is a skill that couldn’t be obtained easily. Nonetheless, you thank him out of gratitude.

Although the problem is how are you going to fit the greatsword into the pouch tied to your thigh. You try to stretch the pouch mouth open and forcefully shove the greatsword in.

After some great effort, you finally decide to exit the dungeon. Strangely enough, the way back to the exit is too silent for your liking. All you could hear is the sound of your footstep against the floor, echoing in the empty theater. Even Phainon has gone quiet for some reason.

Ding!

[Warning!]

[Survival rate decreasing tremendously]

“What?” You scan the empty theater, wondering what could be so dangerous for the system to warn you.

[Warning!]

[Survival rate decreasing tremendously]

Not knowing what to do, you called over your sponsor. “Phainon?” Your hand grabbing the greatsword hilt and pulling it out of the pouch but it’s quillon got stuck.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, tell you to hide]

Your brows knitted together, he seem to know something that you don’t— or rather, he knows exactly what’s threatening your survival but you quickly search for some place to hide. Jumping over the cashier counter and hiding yourself in the cabinet as footstep reverberate in your ears.

A man in black coat enter the dungeon, each step is like a stroll in the park as he walk pass the cashier counters. Not suspecting anything but for a second he halt.

Sring!

A blade stabbed through the counter. The man pierce the blade deeper into the material before pulling the sword out, blood bathing the tip of his sword. “Corpse...” The words left his mouth as if confirming his suspicious. Wordlessly, he flick the sword causing the blood to splattered to the floor.

“Corpse.” He sheath the sword and continue to leisurely walk toward one of the poster. A light flash down on him, his body turning into particle before disappearing completely.

[Constellations heave out a relief breath]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you can get out now]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you have done well]

The cabinet’s door swing open, you crawl out of the cramp space. Wincing everytime your bleeding shoulder move too much. Your vision slightly blurry from tears. ‘That bastard stabbed my shoulder!’ You curse angrily.

You tear the sleeve of your clothe, using it to dress your wounded shoulder. Although it was clumsy, fortunately the bleeding has stopped.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, urge you to leave the dungeon as soon as possible]

Although you want to lay down and let the pain on your shoulder to sooth in. The rational part of your brain agree with Phainon.

There’s a chance that same bastard will appear again while you’re trying to catch a break. If he could sense you just now, who knows what will happened to you if you encounter him again.

Without wasting another second, you left the dungeon in a hurry. Before you head to where the other survivors are supposed to gather, you took the time to change your clothes.

You don’t want to be a sore thumb when you try to blend in with the rest of the survivors. Also you want to hide your wounded shoulder as much as possible so the bastard wouldn’t be able to recognize you easily.

The panicked murmur from the distance made you wonder as to what has the other survivors up to this time. Until you reach the stair and see the green plates everywhere.

You also see some new faces as you quietly descend down the stair.

Ding.

+++

Main Scenario #3 - Green Zone (Day 1)

Category: Main

Difficulty: C

Clear conditions: Occupy a green zone in the station and survive the monsters that emerge each night at midnight. This scenario will last for 7 days.

Time limit: 8 hours

Reward: 1, 000 coins

Penalty for failure: -

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“What’s this?” You read through the scenario’s condition. ‘It doesn’t sounds too bad...’ On paper, the scenario doesn’t look that hard but if it’s put to practice, would it be that easy?

Ding.

[Survival rate: 10%]

Why is your survival rate so low?

Ding!

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, instruct you to find a green zone as soon as possible]

The other survivors already rush toward nearby green plate, claiming ownership before others could. Some fight over the green plate, some negotiate, some even gang up on those weaker than them.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of a boy killing another survivor for the green zone. Baseball pointed to your direction.

Since you have no intention of fighting over the zone yet, you decide to use the old friendly way instead. Ignoring the trembling boy, you begin searching for vacant zone.

Fortunately, you did find one after avoiding bloody fight every so often on your way. Occupying the green zone, your survival rate shoot up to 75% instantly.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, advice you to stay within the green zone for the time being]

You don’t think much of it and decide to follow Phainon’s advice. Beside, you’re done exploring the dungeon and looking at the time, it is time for you to hit the hay.

With no second wasted, you sleep for the rest of the night while the other survivors with no green zone are struggling with the scenario.

Unlike yesterday, you couldn’t go to the dungeon to have a taste of normalcy because the bastard who stabbed you has been hoarding the dungeon all for himself. He even had a teenage girl guarding the entrance to prevent anyone from entering.

Although you have no qualm regarding that matter at the moment.

With sheathing frustration, you call your sponsor’s name, “Phainon.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said to use peaceful method first]

You pointed at the person who just stole your green zone. “That’s mine. I just left it for 5 minutes to brush my teeth and comeback to this.” You complain to your sponsor.

“This is mine now!” The person shout, his hand clutching to your food supply and a dull knife directed to you, trying to scare you off.

[Some constellation sigh at your foolish decision]

Five minutes earlier you foolishly left your food supply at the green zone while you have some time for yourself. Thinking it could mark the zone as taken but the plan did not work as you had imagine.

Now not only did you lose your green zone, you also lose your food supply to some random stranger.

Sighing to yourself, you opt for peaceful method as Phainon suggested. “You’re standing on my zone. Please, return it back.”

“Finder keepers. It’s mine now.” He smirk as if he had won a lottery.

It is a lottery if you consider how scattered food is since the apocalypse start.

“Why are you so smug?” You retort, dumbfounded by the person’s remark. “You do know you just stole from me, right?”

The man scoff, “Then next time, don’t leave your room and food just like that.” As if to rub salt to your face, he added, “But I doubt you’ll survive even if you stand here all day. If you’re lucky enough, you can whore yourself out of trouble.”

Your eye twitch at his remark.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, is glaring at the thief]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you can use force]

[You have been gifted 4,000 coins]

[Some constellations are jealous of Constellation, Prisoner of Flames’s generosity]

[Constellations from absolute good are enraged by the thief’s words]

[Constellations from absolute good demand the thief to apologize]

[Constellations who likes thrill are cheering for action]

Ding!

A new scenario arrive before you could sort through every messages.

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Bounty Scenario - Take back what’s rightfully yours

Category: Bounty

Difficulty: E

Clear conditions: Reclaim your items from the thief.

Time limit: None

Reward: 300 coins

Penalty for failure: ???

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After the scenario screen pop up, your personal skill also shows up.

[Survival against this individual: 60%]

“60% is not enough.” You mutter under your breath. You’ve made up your mind to beat this thief up to the pulp.

Your status window shows up.

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Overall Stats: [Stamina lv. 8], [Strength lv. 9], [Agility lv. 7], [Mana lv. 7]

Stigma: -

[Coins in possession: 10,300 coins]

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[4,300 coins has been invested to strength]

[Strength lv. 9 -> lv. 20]

[Survival against this individual: 100%]

With the system confirming your victory, you land a punch across the thief’s face. Sending him flying out of your green zone, leaving the zone unoccupied.

“This is also mine.” You snatch the bag containing your food supply and occupied the green zone as if nothing happened.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you should land another punch]

The stranger laid helplessly on the cold floor with bruised cheek and bleeding nose. The knife he used to threaten you with is out of his reach, thus leaving him defenseless.

You walk closer to him. Amidst his daze mind, his eyes still followed your closing figure. Fear overwrite the pain on his cheek as he stumbled backward.

“I—I’m sorry!” He blurt.

Without mercy you stomped onto his private part causing him to roar out a cry across the station. The nearby bystanders mourn over the lost of his private part, averting away their gaze, closing their eyes and closing their thighs as if they’re the one who’s in his position.

[Constellations who likes thrill are laughing with joy]

[Constellations from absolute good close their eyes]

[You have been gifted 1,000 coins]

[You have cleared the bounty scenario]

[You have obtained 300 coins as a reward]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, hum in delight]

[You have been gifted 1,000 coins]

[Survival rate: 90%]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask why you’re just standing there]

“Phainon.” You look at the air as another blue screen appear as if acknowledging you, “It’s refreshing!” You exclaimed.

Now you understand why your colleges told you to give the rage room a try. Turn out it’s pretty effective to relieve some stress.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, nod]

The nearby bystanders immediately scattered, afraid they will soon become your next victim.

[Survival rate: 93%]

***

At the dungeon entrance, a man dress in black return from hoarding most of the reward in the dungeon. Without delay he approach the teenage girl who he had tasked to guard the entrance so no one other than him can enter.

“Master!” The girl excitedly approach him, a sword similar to the man in her hand. “Master, there’s a cool unnie downstairs! There’s a jerk who stole her room and food, then he get punch by the unnie and get his private part stomped.” She excitedly speak, “But you’re still cooler, master!” She add a thumbs up.

“I see.” He acknowledged before heading downstairs.

“Are you going to take her too?” The girl ask, a hint of excitement lace on her voice.

Her question was left unanswered by her master who remain silent until they each reached their respective room.

30 minutes before the third main scenario begin. Yoo Jonghyuk took the opportunity to survey the survivors in Chungmuro. In his previous round, there’s no one who’s impressive enough for him to recruit. Thus, he didn’t bother to involve himself with those in Chungmuro.

However, due to a certain encounter with a self proclaimed prophet. Yoo Jonghyuk thought in this regression, something could change. Even if it was as small as dust, he want to see what had change from the previous regression.

The survivors begin fighting over the green zone—or “room” for easier term. Nevertheless, none of the survivors dare to lay a hand on Yoo Jonghyuk or Lee Jihye because he caused quite a ruckus when he arrive yesterday.

One particular survivor remain calm through the chaos, busy eating biscuit and drinking a can of soda as if watching a movie’s scene happening in real life.

[Activating Eye of Sage]

“Unimpressive.” Yoo Jonghyuk whispered. There is nothing special regarding this unusual woman other than a slightly higher stat. Therefore he conclude his surveying and return to his room.

[Personal skill False Facade is strongly active]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he’s gone]

A sigh of relief heave out of your lips as you put down your drink. ‘That was close.’ Had it not been for Phainon warning you of your stabber, you would have thought that man was just an overly handsome model.

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you should rest]

[Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he will keep watch]

A smile bloom across your face, “Since you offer, I will.” For some reason, having Phainon around made you at ease. Maybe you don’t have to find a way to break the contract after all.

Like the nights before, you bid him goodnight the moment your eyelids begin cast downward. “Goodnight, Phainon.”

The day end with you sleeping through the chaos once again.

***

Sitting amidst the golden field, was a man. Hair as white as snow and eyes as blue as sky’s canvas glaring harshly at the palm of his hand, spark of probability swirl like a breeze then disintegrate to dust.

A heave of breath left his throat, he lay down against the golden wheats. Fixing his gaze at the sky and then the blue screen showing the sleeping incarnation.

His rough hand tracing over the image in the floating screen. Fondness dancing in those eyes, no longer stay the harsh gaze as he whisper, “Goodnight.”

Because the situation can either go well or you had other plan which include dying in the process. Although the mission is successful either way. The latter is the worse case scenario and Phainon rather avoid it at all cost.

You died before and the Chrysos Heirs become the witness of it. They even held a funeral for you, mourning and cry for you. An hour or so later, you come back to life, slipping a joke about your death as if trying to lift the solemn atmosphere.

At first, Phainon thought it was a miracle but as time passed and you keep doing it over and over again. He begin to resent the idea of you dying because unlike Mydei who can resurrect back to life because of his immortality, yours on the other hand is not a simple resurrection.

If Mydei resist death’s call and crawl out of death’s embrace. You make a deal with death to send you back to the world of the living.

You told him that your resurrection only apply when you have fulfilled a certain condition although you don’t even bother to tell Phainon about it in detail.

What if one day you did not resurrect because you couldn’t fulfilled the condition?

You see what he’s worrying about? No, you don’t. But you do understand his worry however you don’t see the need to tell him that you have a back-up resurrection plan in case your current resurrection ability don’t work.

If you really want to keep stressing him out, then go ahead and put your life at stake every chance given. Keep putting your life in danger— who knows, you might one day died by Khaslana’s hand too.

Unlike Phainon who genuinely and sincerely love you. He would practically latch himself to you if possible. Unfortunately, that’s impossible and you show strong dislike at the mention of it. Thus, he never brought it up again.

Though deep inside, he wondered why you lack the enthusiasm after you two begin dating. If he had to compare the you before and after dating was like sky and earth.

Before dating, you were determine to win his heart. But after he yield to your love confession, your enthusiasm feels like an illusion. You never approach him, never kiss him, you never said those three words again. Most importantly, you never look at him like someone's in love.

He feels as if you only see him as a task to complete.

At your confusing behavior, he took the liberty to take the rein and lead the path of your relationship. “Let’s move in together.” He suggested, hoping you would show a slight excitement or maybe a surprise expression. Although he was slightly disappointed when you simply analyzed his face and agreed.

Even after living under the same roof, you are pretty distance. You set boundaries, both of you sleep in separate room, taking turn doing laundry and having a schedule chores for who will do this and that for a particular day. It feels like he’s living with a roommate rather than his significant other.

Phainon is patient. That’s why he endured your cold indifferent until he lose you completely.

He had come home later then initial but Phainon believed you will let it slide. Once he’s in the foyer, he took notice of the deafening silence. You never approach but you never missed to at least—after much of pestering from him—welcome him back. The house was cold and dark. As if abandoned.

Not caring the fact his shoes are still on, he step inside. Practically sprinting to every room and bursting down door, dread creeping into his ankles as the remaining room unexplored beginning to decrease. Desperate prayer leaving his lips as he beg any gods out there to not let his fear comes true.

Unfortunately, his prayers fell to deaf ears when every corner of the house has been checked and there’s not a single trace of you.

However, Phainon did not succumb easily. He reason with himself that you must have some work to do and left in a hurry without time to left a little message for him. With such reason in mind, Phainon continue his day like usual.

Then come the day after and you’re still no where to be seen.

He bombarded you with messages and missed calls. The replied he received is not from you but the services saying, you are currently out of reach.

He reach out to Aglaea. Sharing his trouble and asking for help, she complied and extending her golden thread to find you. Unfortunately, you’re still no where to be seen.

Phainon is resilient man. He turn to Cipher and Castorice for help, relying on their ability fo search for you. Only for him to be disappointed with the non desired result presented to him.

Even going as far as putting up a missing person posture all over the city.

Finally after exhausting all options did he succumb to devastation. He wondered if what you and him had was even real.

Were you just acting? What was it that driven you away from him? Did he do something wrong that upset you so much to the point you left him without word?

Every question that he buried deep in the back of his mind come bursting one after another.

Deep in the confined of his room. Curling up with your belongings surrounding him, Phainon silently cry his broken heart out. If he was given the chance to see you again, he want to ask why had you left him.

If there was a chance.

Thus he sleep while drowning in his sadness because in the morning, he don’t have the leisure to dwell in his sadness for long.

Then come the time he absorbed the previous Phainon’s memories. Each one of them flood into his head like a hurricane but one particular thing remind consistent through the cycles yet different.

You and your love for him. In each cycle, you approach him with those charming smile and in each one he reject you in gentlest way possible. Yet shortly after, you either disappeared or died in some way he rather not mention.

He wonder why in this particular cycle, he did not reject you and instead let you settle in his heart. Unfortunately, you left without word and brought with you, his heart.

Never does it cross his mind that you’re quite similar to him. Therefore, he continue his mission, stop the flamechase journey of this cycle and pass the torch to him in the next cycle.

But the little broken heart of his whisper just a sliver bit of his selfish wish. He wanted an answer from you even if it was from you in the next cycle. At least he need a little closure as to why you abandoned him.

However, misfortune—or was it karma?— befall him. Every corner of Amphoreus, every crook and cranny. No matter how far he goes, you are no where to be seen. Even after his memories has been absorbed by the this cycle him and the next.

Even after millions cycles later, he haven’t get a single glimpse of you.

And after the defeat of Irontomb, Amphoreus can exist with it’s own strength and the cycles can finally be put to rest. He asked for the heroes beyond the sky for help.

“There’s nothing useful but this is certainly an interest discovery.” Herta, give Phainon a thick book or rather a diary of some sort. “While Screwy and I checked through the system, there’s seem to be intruder during the eternal reoccurrence.”

“Conclusion: there are unknown forces breaching through the firewall of Amphoreus. The unknown forces may likely be the person you spoke of, lord Phainon.” Screwllum added which give the white hair man a slight hope to his unanswered questions.

｢When I get out of here, I’m going to fuck that system up and burn it with hell’s fire.｣

Phainon close the book. Thinking it’s better if he read it in the confined of his room. That’s what he did, with the book in hand, he read through it earnestly. Swallowing every word like a man deprave of water.

｢Why am I given this dating quest? Is it not enough fucking me up with regressor depression in the first world? I’ve cleared the tower, I complete every quest and I defeat every monsters that took my comrades’ life. Why must I go through this again?｣

Phainon isolated himself for days and only come out to finish some paperwork and return to read through the book because the book contain words hidden beneath your indifferent— the answers to his unanswered questions.

The more he read, the more he understand where your indifferent come from. Why you wanted to create distance for yourself and him. Why you consistently chasing him.

It was all so you could return back to your home.

You may not have love him the same way he do but he feel reassured when you actually concern yourself with his well being in every cycle.

｢Then what will happened to him if I’m gone? Hopefully his memories get wipe out. It’ll be less painful for him. If that wasn’t the case, let’s just hope he hate me enough so he’ll forget me.｣

“... Selfish.” He comment through gritted teeth. How could you be this selfish? True, it will be less painful for him but what about you? Wouldn’t you remembered every second of it?

Every whisper of love, every kiss, every touch. Wouldn’t that remain scarred with you?

Closing the book, he hug it close to his aching chest. Laying down in the bed, tears beginning to stream down his eyes, soft sob escaping his lips.

Although millions of cycles has passed, he still sincerely love you.

Using the flashlight to illuminate the dark tunnel, you path through the abyssal like tunnel. Though your heart thrumming against your ribcages, the chilling wind caressing your skin and eerie silence made you falter every now and then. You had no other choice but to push through.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask why you didn’t warn your friend]

The screen float and you halt, “Friend?” You arch an eyebrow at the word. Do you even have friends before this apocalypse start? You sure you do.

“Who?” You throw back another question.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if incarnation Melissa is not your friend]

Seeing the message, you answer honestly. “No, she’s not.” After all, she’s just someone you trade item with. What you and her just had were business. Give and take. That’s all and nothing more.

Beside, she could have stab you in the back if you’re not careful. Who knows what will happen if you stay longer in that place. You could have been gang up by those survivors just to steal your food.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask why you didn’t give her a warning at least]

“Why should I?” A guinea question left your lips. Why would you do something that made no profit? Especially at times like this where you could have die at any moment. How you sleep peacefully without getting murder last night was a miracle and miracle don’t happened twice.

[Constellations from absolute good frown at your response]

You shrugged off their complaint but seeing the word ‘absolute good’ caught your attention immediately. ‘What nonsense.’ You commented.

In your eyes there is no such a thing as absolute good. Just a bunch of people who claimed to be self-righteous and critic those who did something unbefitting to their standard.

Although there are people who’s just as kind to others, it’s just rare to find nowadays. ‘People like that would likely die first in the first scenario. Saying that their sacrifice will be for the greater good.’ The thought settle in your head.

However you beg to defer because they only prolong the suffering for those who survive.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if there’s a specific reason]

“There is none.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, is unsatisfied with your answer]

The constellation whom you don’t even know how he look like keep pestering. He might not like the way you keep throwing back question instead of answering him truthfully.

Then come the busybodies who don’t have anything to do. They joined in the pestering until your vision is blocked by unending messages. You don’t even need to read through every one of them, they all ask the same thing.

Frustrated, you blur out. “You want answer?” You grumbled while clicking the close button for every message, “Not every good deed get rewarded, alright? Beside, there are greedy people out there. They will just come for more and get angry when you had nothing to offer them.”

[Constellations from absolute good do not agree with your statement]

“If you don’t agree, bother someone else.” You click the close button aggressively. “There’s pushover you can praise out there. Reward them rather than loitering around here if you’re really from the so called absolute good.”

[Constellation from absolute good are offended by your response]

[Constellations from absolute good demand you to apologize]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, glare at Constellations from absolute good]

[Constellations from absolute good are wary of Constellation, Prisoner of Flames]

[Constellation who’s a masochist likes it when you’re angry]

[You have been gifted 100 coins]

Rather than listening to their pointless argument, you resume your journey. With flashlight in your non dominant hand and the hammer on the backpack side pocket, ready for you to pull out in case of an emergency.

Ding!

[A new sub scenario has arrived!]

+++

<Sub scenario - Illusory prison>

Category: Sub

Difficulty: D-F

Clear conditions: Escape the illusory prison within the given time limit

Time limit: 1 hour

Reward: 300 coins

Penalty for failure: ???

+++

Just as you’re done reading the clear condition. A strong gush of wind almost blow you away.

[Sub scenario - illusory prison has begun!]

“Be kind.” A haunting voice you had forgotten rang in your ear. “This world is just as amazing as it’s cruel.” There’s a weight on your shoulder, something wrapped itself around your form like snake trapping it’s prey.

“Those who did good deed will always be rewarded.” The haunting voice cause every hair on your body to stand still in horror.

[100% chance you’re under illusion]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said to be on guard]

[You have received a new skill: Mental Barrier]

[Activating Mental Barrier Lv. 1]

Her haunting face disappear in an instant.

[You’ve become immune to the effect of illusory prison]

[Some constellations wonder who’s the girl from your memory]

[Some constellations are disappointed they couldn’t see more]

Horror wash over your body as your legs gave up. Your vision blurry with tears and your breath uneven.

[You have cleared the scenario]

[You have obtained 200 coins as basic clear reward]

[100 coins have been deduced for channel usage fee]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, told you to stand up]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you must not falter]

[Survival rate: 55%]

[Survival rate: 54%]

[Survival rate: 53%]

[Survival rate: 52%]

[Survival rate: 51%]

Your survival rate dropping further and further each second. Through your chaotic mind, you heard something rustling. Alerting you to the approaching danger, through blurry vision you saw two ragged cloak floating around like ghost.

[You have been gifted a Grown Package]

[All of your stat increase by +1]

[You have received a new skill: Weapon Proficiency]

[You have been gifted 1,000 coins]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, urge you to spend the coins on your stat]

[Survival rate: 49%]

[Constellations who likes thrill sigh at your pathetic self]

[Survival rate: 46%]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, urge you to stand on your feet immediately]

[Survival rate: 43%]

The hovering cloaks lunge toward you like a hawk plunging down to catch their prey. One of the cloak was merely inch away from you, a strong gush of breeze brushing your whole body as it approach.

BUK!

A howling screech rang inside the tunnel as you smash it’s face with the hammer. With tears smearing your face, you land another hit to the ghost like cloak.

With each swing of the hammer, the ghost like cloak let out another screech. You hit it again until it become limp and motionless.

Once you deem it dead, you turn to the other one. It try putting you under the illusion of your trauma once again but it was deem useless when the mental barrier protect your mind.

Corner and not wanting to meet the same fate as it’s kin, it decide to flee. But you did not let it run nor will it get away unscathed.

If it dare to use your trauma against you, it should have been prepared for what your response should be.

Though it’s not easy to chase it down through the dark tunnel, you manage to grabbed the hem of it’s cloak and forcefully pulled it. Pinning it against the ground. Just like it’s dead kin, you smash the hammer onto it’s head without mercy multiple times.

[Constellations who likes thrill laugh at the carnage]

[Constellations who likes thrill told you to increase the brutality]

[You have been gifted 500 coins]

[Constellations from absolute good close their eyes at your carnage]

[You have defeat a ghost species]

[You have obtained specter core]

[You have unlocked achievement ‘The Will of the Weak’ due to defeating creatures that are a few level higher than you]

[You have received 300 coins as achievement reward]

The ghost species disperse and left behind a crystal shard the size of your palm where it had once lay dead.

You did not pick it up. You simply sat there as if frozen in time. Doing your best to collect your thought, calming your beating heart and letting the adrenaline move out of your system.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, look at you]

You wanted to respond to him at least, so you rise a thumb up while waiting for your whole body to relax.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, let out a relief sigh]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you shouldn’t run after the specter]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, scold you for leaving your belonging behind]

At the mention of your belonging, you quickly inspect yourself. The only thing you had with you is the hammer. Your bags and the flashlight must have fell off when you chase after the run away specter.

Fortunately, the flashlight is still on and your bags are still intact. Or else you’re going to lose your way in this tunnel.

You first pick up the flashlight, beaming it around to see if there’s anymore specter that you missed. Deeming it safe, you finally pick up the backpack and the bag containing your food supply. Then, you collect the items drop by the specters in case you need it for later.

[Constellation who’s a masochist likes your scenario]

[You have been gifted 200 coins]

Dismissing the messages, you check over your survival rate. Lucky for you, it has increase while you’re busy smashing the specter’s head.

[Survival rate: 55%]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, suggest you rest on the next station]

You nodded along. In truth you already plan to rest as soon as you reached the next station. After all, the reason you left the station is to avoid the brewing trouble.

As you walk down the path, you finally saw a light at the end of the tunnel. You’re closer to your destination.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, want to ask you]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if you only help someone when there’s something to gain]

“You could put it that way.” You shrugged. It’s harsh to put it nonetheless it kind of fit your philosophy.

｢Do only within necessary. Don’t go beyond and don’t do less.｣

Even your make up routine followed the same rule because heavy make up will attract too many attention but lightly apply make up will make other see you less appealing to approach.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, look at you]

[Constellations from absolute good frown at your answer]

You frown at the message, ‘Why are these guys still here? Are they trying to prove their point?’ If they did, it’s a futile thing to do. What they’re doing is nothing more than filling a damaged bucket with water.

[You have reached Chungmuro station]

Looking around, you did not see a single soul in that station.

[Survival rate: 80%]

Even your survival rate spike up by a lot. Thus, you jump up the platform, exploring deeper into the station.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he have decide]

“What are you on about this time?” You ask, curiosity dueling at the back of your head.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he will reward you whenever you did good deed]

If he said he wanted to praise you, you would have ignored him and pretend like nothing happened. However he said he will reward you instead. It made you feel giddy as if you’re just a five years old waiting for her birthday present.

“Reward?” The word come out involuntary. As if the child from your childhood reemerges. Not wanting to show your giddiness, you added. “If you’re going to praise me, I’ll pretend you didn’t say anything.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he will reward you accordingly]

“For example?”

[Constellations from absolute good frown at your greed]

You stick out your tongue in your head as you click the close button.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said the reward could be anything]

As long as it’s not praise, you could live with that. “Suit yourself.” You continue exploring the station for supply.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, grin]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you won’t regret it]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, is rummaging through his treasury]

While your sponsor is busy preparing for the reward. You meet other survivors upstairs and the second scenario you don’t know were happening was completed.

+++

<Main Scenario #2 - The Encounter>

Category: Main

Difficulty: E

Clear conditions: Get through the tunnel and meet with the survivor of the first shelter zone.

Time limit: None

Reward: 500 coins

Penalty for failure: ???

+++

[The Main Scenario #2 - The Encounter has been completed]

[You have received 500 coins as reward]

[100 coins have been deduced for channel usage fee]

[The Third Main Scenario will start in a few days]

‘I can take a bath while the main scenario haven’t start yet.’ You thought and went to find the restroom. Skillfully avoiding the survivors that is calculated to bring trouble.

While also taking time for yourself, you read through the coins tutorial that you’ve been putting off since yesterday.

“Status window.”

+++

Name: [Name]

Supporting Constellation: Prisoner of Flames

Personal attribute: Overworked service worker [General], Overthinker [General]

Personal skill: False Facade lv. 3, Patience lv. 3, Possibility Calculation lv. 1, Mental Barrier lv. 1, Weapon Proficiency lv. 1

Overall Stats: [Stamina lv. 5], [Strength lv. 4], [Agility lv. 5], [Mana lv. 4]

Stigma: -

[Coins in possession: 3,400 coins]

+++

Looking at your own stat now, you really wonder how you manage to defeat two specter with such stats.

Nonetheless, you’re grateful that your sponsor is pretty generous when you open the dokkeabie’s shop and survey the price of the skills he had brought for you.

Whether it’s the old world or this new ruin world. Everything is so pricey. Had you not pick your sponsor, you would have a hard time surviving through that illusory prison.

While brushing your teeth, you silently whisper your gratitude to your sponsor. Of course, he did not catch on it since he’s busy fending off perverts for your convenient.

***

Using the backpack as your pillow, you lay down on the cold uncomfortable floor. Staring absently at the ceiling as you begin counting sheep jumping across a wooden fence.

Sleep has yet to claim you, so you count how many sheep has the wolf eaten. Then when there’s no more sheep for the wolf to eat, you count the stars who bare witness to the carnage. Yet sleep refuse to take you to paradise of dream.

It would be nice if there’s sleeping pills lying around but you wouldn’t get it even if there’s any.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if you couldn’t sleep]

“Is it not obvious enough?” You sat up.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he couldn’t tell]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you look like someone who’s deep in thought]

If counting how many sheep jump across a wooden fence, how many meal have the wolf had and how many stars there are baring witness to a carnage count as deep in thought. You are indeed very deep in thought.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, suggest both of you discuss the elephant in the room]

‘Is he curious about that girl too?’ Looking back during the fight between you and the specters. Most of the constellations are pretty disappointed when they couldn’t see more of the girl. Actually it’s more like they’re disappointed that they couldn’t see what exactly is your trauma.

Should you tell your sponsor about that? If you’re thinking logically, no. You shouldn’t. He’s just your sponsor who will ensured your survival and he did not have any reason to know about your past.

That also apply to you too. You have no reason to know more about his past and you certainly have no right to ask.

“If you’re wondering about the girl—”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask why you always call him ‘you’]

“—I’m not going to talk about that.” You stop and read through the message, arching an eyebrow. You stare at the blue interface in confusion. Hopefully he saw your confusion from wherever he is right now.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, want you to call him with his modify name]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, don’t want to make you uncomfortable talking about your trauma]

“Take note, busybodies.” Once again the words blurred out of your mouth.

[Some constellations who knows decency are taking note]

Still, calling him by his modify name all the time will make you twist your tongue one way or another. Beside, it could be pretty mouthful when you really need his help when he’s not around.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, think it’s better if you have his name]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said his name is Phainon]

“Is this alright?” You question out of concern.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said it’s alright]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you and him are going to be stuck together for a long time]

“I don’t like the sound of it.” You retort but at the same time a laugh snort out of you as you plopped down. The exhaustion beginning to take over your mind, eyelids that once full of energy begin succumbing to sleep. “Phainon.” You tasted his name at the tip of your tongue as if tasting a new delicacy. “I’ll try to remember your name.” You muttered as sleep cradle you in their arms.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said sweet dream]

What to do when something trigger your trauma:

Once you step into the underground station, you realized you’re not the only survivor there. There’s a proximity of 100 survivor you could assume.

However you certainly look like a sore thumb compared to them with how drenched in blood you are. Despite getting the same scenario, judging on how there’s a stain of blood on their clothes.

[You have cleared the scenario]

[You have obtained 200 coins as basic clear reward]

[100 coins have been deduced for channel usage fee]

You look around, looking for some spare clothes that you could change to.

Of course there is none laying around. Therefore, your only option is to talk to someone who possibly have some spared clothes. Fortunately for you, there was one. Sitting on one of the waiting bench was a woman, beside her is a black suitcase and a backpack.

You stride straight toward her, uncaring of sharp gazes piercing your skin as you stand before the woman. “Excuse me.”

The woman glance up to you, tilting her head as if telling you to continue.

Pointing to the suitcase next to her, you voice out the reason you approach her. “I’m sorry for being direct but do you have a spare clothe?”

She did not reply back, her gaze fall on your bag first. “Is that food?” She ask when her eyes caught sight of snacks.

[100% chance this individual will trade with you]

Your skill pop up. Giving you a solution on how to get your hand on those spare clothes. “Let’s trade.” You open your bag, revealing the snacks and water bottles you loot from the bus passengers.

“3 snacks and a water bottle for a clothe and a pant.” She raise up her left hand, eyes focus on the content of your bag.

You let her pick whatever snack she want and in return she gave you a spare clothes for you to change into. Additional point for pointing out the way to the toilet and give you a packed soap.

Within the privacy of the public restroom, you peel off your blood soaked uniform until you’re left in your black singlet.

[Some Constellations who likes nudity watch you closely]

[You have been gifted 500 coins]

‘To hell with privacy.’ You curse. You should have asked for a towel as well.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, glare at the other Constellations]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, threaten the other Constellations]

Seeing your sponsor fending off those lustful constellations made you smile as you quickly rid yourself off the bloody garment and washed up. If you want to regret anything, you can regret it tomorrow.

***

After a good 8 hours of sleep, you stare blankly at the station’s ceiling. The memory of yesterday event play like a movie in your head. When the memory of you negotiating the contract term with the constellation play in your head, you sit up and hide your face between your knees as you let regret pour in. ‘What stupid exchange was that?’

If possible, you would like to hang yourself right then and there but you settle with cursing yourself over and over again for the cringe way you spoke yesterday. ‘What was I thinking...?’

Now that your mind is clearer, you realized your decision yesterday was rush and thoughtless. Giving your life as an exchange is equivalent to giving up your damn freedom and decision-making to your employer.

However it’s not entirely thoughtless because you don’t even know what type of creature those constellations are and you don’t have any valuable item on you to offer in exchange for your safety in that short period of time.

‘Still—it’s not worth it. It’s just 30% increase on my survival. I can still die.’ Frustrated, you grip onto your hair.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, greet you]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said good morning]

Staring at the message, you dare yourself to ask. You already make a fool of yourself, there’s no need to feel ashamed now. “Is there a way to terminate the contract?”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, look at you in surprise]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if he made you angry]

“It’s just a question.” ‘No, it’s not.’ You want to truthfully said to him but restraint yourself in order to not push the wrong button and get your head explode. “Just curious.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, look at you]

‘Save me the embarrassment and just tell me.’ You thought. Just thinking about your head exploding for a silly mistake cause a chill to run down your spin. It’s like waiting for your boss’ scolding when they call you over to their office.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, swear he did not watch when you were changing yesterday]

“Of course, you’re not—why would you brought that up? Were you thinking of taking a peek?” Unconsciously, your expression scrunch up in disgust now that you realized you absolutely had no privacy.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, claim he did not]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he respect your privacy]

“...” Still your expression remind the same.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, let out a sigh]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, glare at Constellations who have indecent thought of his incarnation]

[The Constellations who have indecent thought of you look away]

‘Did these beings jerk off watching naked woman too?’ Your disgust level with these so-called Constellation rise at the thought.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if you regretted saying that you will give your life to him]

Bullseye.

You avert your gaze as if that could avoid your sponsor’s gaze when in reality you don’t even know where he is. Steeling your heart, soul and ears bracing for the incoming ridicule but instead of ridicule as you expected, what come next is the opposite.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, reassured you he will ensured your survival]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said your life is entirely yours]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said you can rest assure]

‘What if you lie.’ You wanted to retort back but you bite your tongue and instead you murmur out a small “Thank you.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, understand your predicament]

‘As if—’ You stopped yourself from blurring the words out loud.

Not wanting to duel at the spilled milk, you glance at your surrounding. The station is pretty packed and everyone is minding their own business—as far as you could see.

“Everyone here is a murderer.” Said the woman who trade with you yesterday. “I’m no exception.” She added as she hand you a backpack.

Inside is a plain white clothe and black pant. There’s soap, toothbrush and toothpaste as well, judging from how it’s still inside it’s box, it must have been recently bought. Speaking of soap— how many soap does she have in that suitcase?

“I’m Melissa.” The woman finally introduce herself. Seeing her foreign features, you assumed she might be a tourist who got stuck here.

You zipped the bag, putting it aside before giving a few packed of biscuit and a bottle of water to the tourist. “You’re pretty fluent. That’s amazing.” You noted plus it remind you of someone.

Despite being a tourist who get stuck in this situation, she’s pretty composed. Melissa let out a defeat chuckle, “I’ve been wanting to come here since forever but when I visit, this happened.”

“Unfortunate.” You replied, sympathizing with her.

“I’m just here to warn you. Be careful. Not everyone want to trade.” Then she stood up and left.

Just after Melissa left. You glance over your shoulder, some survivors watch you with indifferent and some watch from a distance as if waiting for an opportunity. The more you observe them, you realized the survivors seem to be divided by group.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, agreed with incarnation Melissa]

“Should I just leave this place?” You muttered while your eyes is glue to your survival rate percentage, “It drop— oh wait.” You take a closer look at the interface. “Wasn’t yesterday it was 50%? How come it went to 60%?”

[Survival rate: 58%]

Minus the 2% that just drop a second ago. Your sponsor guess.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, guess that yesterday you must be tired]

Now that you think about it, the skill [Probability Calculation] count the stats but does that count the state you’re in as well?

[Your understanding of your personal skill has increase slightly]

“Ah.” As if struck by epiphany, you nod to yourself.

There are three things that you realized with this calculation skill. One, if you’re in your best shape, your survival rate is 30%. Two, fatigue effect your survival rate—this what happened yesterday. Three, it could be used as prediction but it’s still up to luck.

Sometimes the outcome is not within the skill’s prediction. Therefore, you should always had a back up plan when the percentage is not 100%.

***

The tunnel is dark. No matter how far you try to look at, it feels like you’re staring at the abyss itself.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if you’re sure you want to leave]

“If I don’t leave, I might be dead.” You glance at your survival rate that has drop to 50% in matter of an hour.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said the survivors must have feel less scare of you]

“It does seems so.” You replied, remembering how none of the survivors wanted to made contact with you nor do they want to approach you when you first arrived. “I must have made a fool of myself.” You whispered at the memory.

Who would want to approach someone who’s drenched in blood? They must have thought you killed a lot of people in the first scenario.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, said he’s on your side]

[100% chance this individual is showing you goodwill]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, is slightly offended by you]

“It actually work on constellation too.” You cackle.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, ask if you doubt his goodwill]

“Yeah, I did and still am.” The answer come out too quickly than your mind could stop it.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, sulk in the corner]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, mutter at least you’re honest]

“Are you leaving?” Melissa sat at the edge of the platform. “You look eager to die.” She comment.

[50% chance this individual will sell you out to other survivors]

Seeing the screen, you put up your famous facade—customer service smile. “Is everyone forming a group now?” Your hand reaching over the hammer—the same hammer used to crush the skull of the bus passengers—in your bag, tracing over it’s texture. For some reason you could still see some of the blood, hair and peeled off human skin on it.

“They are.” Melissa replied, “Food is scattered. So they’re dividing people to two group. Group 1 will go up and find food and the second group stay behind.”

“You?”

“I’m in the second group. I’m not brave enough to find food up there.” Melissa shrugged. “What will you do now? Everyone thought you’re the strongest one in here so they will likely persuade you to join group 1.”

At her absurd statement, you form an ‘X’ with your arms and shake your head. “I’m not. That’s the most ridiculous claim I ever heard in my life.”

“Then the blood from yesterday—”

You cut her off, “That’s a misunderstood.”

Melissa nodded reluctantly, “Then how about your stats?”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames, warn you to be careful]

‘I know.’ You replied in your head. Your facade remain the same, your grip on the hammer loosen slightly. “I’ll just get going.” You look past the woman, 5 or so paces away, you spot three men, acting as if they’re minding their own business. When in reality they’re eavesdropping on you. There’s not even the need to use your calculation skill to check with how obvious they are.

You gaze at Melissa.

[60% chance this individual will sell you out to other survivors]

[85% chance the survivors in this station are scheming against you]

[Survival rate: 43%]

“Alright then—” Melissa stood up, turning away from you. She mindlessly throw a flashlight which you barely catch then waving her hand as if sending you off, “Goodbye.”

[Survival rate: 50%]

You watch as the blonde woman blend in with the rest of the survivors as the three men following suit.

[25% chance the incarnation Melissa will become the next target of other survivors’ scheme]

Ignoring the message, you depart immediately.

Phainon during the restroom scene:

To double the suffering, in your original world you’re just a normal civilian who get dragged into a novel with apocalypse setting and tower system that force you to defeat the tower. You’re granted with the ability of regression everytime you die but then the system said it’s still not enough and send you to Amphoreus instead of your original world.

Then as if to screw you over again, the system want you start a romance story with a certain deliverer.

Unfortunately, you have zero idea—let alone experience— about that and failed in every regression. Did you die? Yes, you kill yourself because you can’t bear looking at yourself doing all the cringe romantic gesture in the books. Then start again the next regression and try a different approach.

Finally you win his heart after millions of retry (regression). Then the system let you go back to your original world and you poof out of Phainon’s life.

The thing is, your regression and the reoccurrence cycle match one another. Therefore, Phainon, the Flame Reaver knew you and remembered your romantic attempts on him.

Imagine his surprise when in one particular cycle. He find Phainon just heartbroken because you leave him without any explanation. He was confused at first until he absorb this heartbroken Phainon’s memories and understand what’s going on.

He try to think positively and try again next cycle. Only for you to not exist in any of those next cycles.

What a tiring day for you. Working in customer service area don’t really give you a high salary and you could say it was underpay too, with how many ridiculous event you have to put up with in a single week. But can you complain it to your boss? No. You couldn’t but you can at least gossip with your colleges who experienced the same thing.

Taking a bus home, you occupied a vacant single seat near the exit. It was so you could bolt out as soon as the bus stop at your destination—of course, after you pay the driver—beside it could save you from unwanted company.

Well that was the plan. Until an old lady keep glaring and clicking her tongue at you stand a little too close. Clearly giving you the cue to give up your seat for her. You meet a lot of people like her almost every month. So to avoid drama and going viral, you just give up your seat.

The old lady thank you with her benign smile which is a lie, you could tell she was smug over her little victory.

Not wanting to dwell on it, you took out your phone, scrolling through notifications that you couldn't check since morning. Deleting unimportant messages and checking messages send by your family or friends which is not a lot, not caring how the bus had abruptly stop and the passengers gasp in surprised. Since this is not the first time something like that happened, you’ve long got used to it.

What you didn’t get used to is the fact there’s an unsettling static sound and robotic announcement coming from somewhere.

[The free service of the 8612th planetary system has come to an end]

[The main scenario will begin now]

At the announcement, the phone in your hand slip off your grasp though you’re quick to catch the falling device. You glance around, every passengers are looking at your direction or rather at the thing that appear in front of the bus’s windshield.

A black fluff ball hover just a few pace away from the bus’s glass window, it’s onyx eyes reflecting the sun’s light and two goat horn proudly sit atop it’s head.

‘It’s cute.’ You thought briefly.

The driver slam the horn on the steering wheel, sliding down the window and shout at the creature. “Hey! I have tired passengers who need to return home here. If you want to pull up prank, don’t do it in middle of the road! It’s dangerous!”

The creature’s lips curl into a crescent moon as it snap it’s fingers.

Splat!

The driver’s head explode, bringing out terrified gasp from the passengers. That include you as well as the blood splattered on your clothes and those who’s on the front row.

[U—unfortunately. A—all of you will have to work harder then b—before.] The creature spoke, stuttering in some world as it fidget with it’s hand. As if it did not just explode someone’s head with a flick of it’s tiny hand.

Ding!

Blue screen float in front of you.

++

<Main Scenario #1- Prove your value>

Category: Main

Difficulty: F

Clear Conditions: Kill one or more living organisms

Duration: 30 minutes

Reward: 300 coins

Penalty for failure: Death

++

The fluffy creature let out a static laughter as if to mock the panicking passengers. [Hehe— better hurry before your h—head become like him.] The creature disappear as spark flew around it, leaving behind the panicking masses.

You push yourself to the far corner, distancing yourself from other passengers because just as you fear, some of them begin to strangle those near them.

Within seconds, the bus is filled with terrified screams as the passengers try to kill one another.

You who was standing closer to the exit try to escape however it was futile. There seems to be a wall blocking the exit.

“I’m sorry.” A voice breath behind you.

You were slammed onto the surface of the invisible wall. A tight grip tighten around your neck, cutting off your oxygen. “No hard feeling.” The person’s voice tremble as he tighten his grip.

Driven by instinct, you stomp on his feet using both your left over strength and body weight. The man staggered away as he wring in pain. Not giving him a chance to catch his breath, you stomped onto his private part.

The man let out a screech but it did not stop the on going carnage at the passengers seat.

A puddle of blood beginning to soak the floor. Plead, maniacally laugh and anguish scream ringing in the packed space as you contemplate whether you should kill the man or not.

If you kill this man, you’ll lose your morality but if you chose not to, you’ll lose your head in exchange.

Just as you were about to decide, a pleading scream startled you off your thought. “NO! PLEASE—” The man’s loud pleading come to a halt. Then followed by the sound of bone cracking and multiple punches.

The bus fell eerily silent after a minute passed. You swizzle your head to see what had happened to the other passengers but what you could only see is a pile of lifeless body scattered everywhere. Even the old lady had her head smashed and a few metal nails hammered into her flesh. So are some of the dead passengers.

‘What kind of sick bastard...’ You turn your gaze on the person in front of you.

The person is still punching the man who’s groin get stomped by you. Not wanting to meet the same fate, you run passed the person, rushing passed all the bloody mess but the person caught you and pin you to the bloody floor like a predator catching it’s prey.

The person seems to be an overworked office worker, judging from the dark bags under his eyes and disheveled attire. “I saved you.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Not even a thank you?”

You try to kick him off but he had already locked you in place. Both of your hands pin above your head, his knees locking your lower body in place.

[10 minutes reminding]

The same blue screen appear once again. The man let out a snicker, “I just need 5 to 8 minutes anyway.”

Knowing the implication, you headbutt him. Crashing your forehead to his nose making an unsettling noise upon impact. Blood drip onto your forehead—it’s not yours— the grip loosen and you pick the nearest object you could reach once your hands are free.

You pluck off the metal nail on the corpse beside you. With adrenaline as your driving force, you stab the man’s eye with it.

Red liquid dripping down the man’s face, nail stuck in his left eye, nose broken and bleeding.

You crawl away. The puddle of blood seeping into your uniform but you couldn't care less of it at the moment.

“You fucking bitch!” The man cursed. He forcefully pulled out the nail, “I’ll gauge your eyes!”

You heard the stomping footsteps behind you. Dreadfully you try to reach the end of the bus, although you already knew that there's only dead-end.

That is until another blue screen appear.

[A Constellation with sun tattoo on their neck point toward the floor]

You look down and saw a bloody screwdriver on the floor. Quickly you pick it up and turn around to the man who’s sprinting toward you like an angry bull chasing a red flag.

As the man mere centimeter away, you pierce the screwdriver right into the man’s neck. Pushing and twisting it deeper until your hands bath in his blood and the way he’s speaking become a gibberish mess due to damaged vocal cord.

Seconds later and the man slump to the cold floor, joining the other passengers to paint the floor in red.

[You have cleared the scenario]

[You have obtained 300 coins as basic clear reward]

[100 coins have been deduced for channel usage fee]

Once the adrenaline has worn off, your legs gave out and you puke out the content of your stomach.

As if not wanting to gave you a moment of respite, the creature return. Now that you have a moment to look at it, the fluffy creature is too cute for you to call it a devil but it’s morality is questionable to call it an angel either. Does it have morality at all? With how easy it is for it to explode someone’s head with a flick of it’s fingers. Maybe you could just called it dokkeabi for the time being.

[C—congratulation on clearing the first scenario! Now you will be given the opportunity to choose a supporting constellation!] The dokkeabi flick it’s fingers and another blue screen appear again. Then it disappeared.

Left on your own, you decide to take a few minute to compose yourself and processed the whole situation you’re in.

Once you catch your breath, you stare at the screen for an entirety of five minute. Although it only consist of a few line of writing, you couldn’t help but be cautious at a time like this with monster 20 feet tall roaming outside.

+++

[Sponsor Selection]

- Select a constellation.

- The selected constellation will be your reliable sponsor.

1. Prisoner of Flames

+++

The dokkeabi said it’s a contract but from your experience, contract should be made on mutual term though it was only a fantasy of yours because life never been fair. Glancing back, the dokkeabi is floating just a few pace away from you.

[W—why are you just standing there?]

The dokkeabi float toward you. Knowing what the dokkeabi has done, it made you flinch and step back. The dokkeabi snicker at your trembling form but it’s kind enough to not scare you anymore. [You’re very weak right now. Why not just pick one since there's some constellation who pity you?]

[Some constellation is urging you to quickly finish the selection process]

Truthfully speaking, you rather not make a hasty decision with something like contract. Who knows what will happened to you if you fall short to this supporting constellation’s expectation. Will they abandoned you? Or will they just obliterate you like how the dokkeabi did to the bus driver?

Pushing down the fear, you ask the black fluff. “I want to know, is this the only opportunity to choose a constellation as my sponsor?”

An amused giggle left the dokkeabi’s mouth, it’s eyes crescent in glee. [There are plenty of opportunity in the future but wouldn’t it be wise to choose one now?] The black ball float around you, [L—look outside.] It pointed outside the window.

A 20 feet tall mantis walk pass the vehicle you’re in, leaving earthquake in it’s step. [You think you could survive that all on your own?] The dokkeabi mock you. [My s—suggestion is pick a constellation to support you in the future scenario because you might never get another chance.]

In short, you might not get any support from any constellation next time there’s a selection event. Or you might already be dead before the event even start but what if you get one later? A better one?

Beside, you should always be careful. What if the constellation you sign the contract with is a sadist? One that will work you like a dog? You should considered every possiblity because you don’t have the clear picture of what is happening in the world right now.

Amidst your busy mind pondering over your decision, a blue interfere lit up in front of you. Surprising you and the dokkeabi.

[A new attribute has been acquired]

[New Personal Attribute: Overthinker(Common)]

[New personal skill has been acquired]

[New Personal Skill: Possibility Calculation]

‘What is that attribute name?’ You feels slightly offended but check your new skill. It look useful from it’s name.

+++

[Probability Calculation]

Skill’s detail:

- Calculate the chances of possible outcomes and survival rate.

- The percentage increase by the situation, behavior, stats and/or interest of someone/something that favor the possible outcome.

+++

‘So it’s like a prediction.’ You thought for a moment. ‘It’s still a gamble though.’ Despite thinking so, you decide to try it out. Who knows if it’ll help you in this situation.

[Using personal skill Probability Calculation]

+++

[Possible outcomes]

- negotiate contract term with Constellation Prisoner of Flame.

[The percentage of this outcome to happen is 50%]

[Current survival rate: 20%]

+++

You don’t know what to say about the possible outcome. Especially after you realized you might never had a chance to survive in this world with such a low chance if you don’t have supporting constellation.

If so, you could try to negotiate with the constellation since there’s 50% it will listen. Putting aside your fear, you proposed. “How about we negotiate?”

The dokkeabi tilt it’s head in confusion, [N—negotiate?] A creepy smile bloom on it’s mouth, in a blink, the dokkeabi is mere inch away from your face. [W—hy should I?]

Keeping a clear head and remind composed, you pull your usual customer service smile. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my potential sponsor.”

The creepy smile vanish from it’s lips as it laugh in mockery, [You? A mere human? Hehehe—]

[The constellation with sun tattoo on their neck reveal their nickname]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames is watching you with interest]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames is interest with your suggestion]

Quickly you speak, uncaring how the dokkeabi is quite baffled by the revelation unfolding before it. “If I sign a contract with you, I request that you will ensure my survival.”

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames is pondering]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames ask what can you offer in return]

“My life.” You confidently offered.

[Some constellation are laughing at your bold behavior]

[Some constellations are interested with you]

You’re more focus on the percentage meter on your screen rather then the constant messages floating around you. They can laugh and mock you all they want but your survival come first.

+++

[Probability calculation]

- persuade Constellation Prisoner of Flame to agree with your contract term.

[Current persuasion progress is 100%]

+++

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames is amused]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames agree with your term]

You pick Prisoner of Flames as your supporting constellation. Hopefully you did not make the worse decision in your life with this choice.

[You have successfully form a contract with a constellation]

The dokkeabi watch from the sideline, coughing into it’s hand to take your attention and the constellations. [W—we’re done with the s—selection! Let’s m—move on with the next scenario!] With a flick of it’s finger another blue screen appear.

+++

[Sub Scenario - Find shelter]

Category: Sub

Difficulty: E

Clear conditions: Enter a nearby underground station before poisonous fog pollute the surrounding area.

Time limit: 20 minutes

Reward: 200 coins

Penalty for failure: Death

+++

The dokkeabi smile, bowing it’s head. [May the blessing of the story be with you.] The barrier around the bus had disappear along with the dokkeabi.

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames said you must never offer your life to anyone]

[The Constellation, Prisoner of Flames said you must cherish your life]

‘That’s kind of sweet.’ You thought but you did say you give him your life however it does not mean you wanted him to control your life decision. ‘You better don’t make me regret my life choice, prisoner something.’

[Current survival rate: 50%]