In the midst of the chaos, Kim Hajin's eyes dart around in disbelief as towers, dungeons, and monsters materialize across Korea. It's the first day of the year 2030, and the surreal scene unfolding before him seems like something out of a fantasy novel.
"Holy shit, what the hell is happening?" Hajin mutters to himself, his heart pounding.
He had just wrapped up his web novel series when a goblin shatters his window, brandishing a rusty dagger. Adrenaline surges through Hajin as he grabs his keyboard and defends himself with fervor.
"Die, die, die!" he shouts, smashing the goblin into oblivion.
Breathing heavily, Hajin sits beside the lifeless creature, contemplating the gravity of the situation. He glances out of his window, only to witness the surrounding area descending into anarchy.
Peering at his smartphone, he's relieved to find the internet still functional. However, a quick scroll through social media reveals that goblins are the least of his worries. Along the Korean coasts, sea monsters of all kinds—bipedal fishes, dragon-like serpents, and even krakens—are swarming the land.
Opening a video blog from an old classmate, he hears the grim declaration: "It's the end of the world."
Fear creeps into Hajin's mind as he attempts to contact his parents. Frustration sets in when the calls don't connect. Turning to text messages, he types rapidly, seeking any sign of reassurance.
"Mom, Dad, where are you? Are you okay?" he types, his fingers dancing on the touchscreen.
The world outside may have plunged into chaos, but Hajin’s mind remains in a strong mental composure that desires survival above all else, and perhaps his worries for his parents.
Hajin moves through the chaos of the city, the air thick with a sense of impending doom. The scenes unfolding around him evoke a haunting familiarity, reminiscent of the worlds he once crafted in his novels. Fusion fantasy and apocalypse collide, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.
In his apartment, he swiftly grabs a sturdy bag, his movements purposeful and efficient. The desire for survival fuels his actions as he fills the bag with essential supplies—non-perishable food, water, a flashlight, and a first aid kit. Hajin knows the importance of being prepared for the unknown.
The kitchen becomes his makeshift armory. With determination, he fashions a spear using a wooden pole, a sharp knife, and some duct tape. The sound of the tape ripping echoes in his small apartment, drowning out the distant screams and chaos outside.
No attachments tie Hajin to his current life—no girlfriend, no sentimental fondness for the apartment, or the bustling city of Seoul. The only truly important people in his life are his parents. Their well-being is now his primary concern.
Stepping out into the anarchy-filled streets, Hajin witnesses the breakdown of society. People scramble, driven by fear, looting stores, and panicking. Prayers and mad shouts blend in the air, but he remains focused, deaf to the surrounding hysteria.
His destination: the police station. Hajin's faith in authority remains unshaken, a belief instilled by years of normalcy. Yet at the back of his mind, Hajin worries for the worst. Negotiating through the chaos, he avoids monsters that roam the streets, relying on his agility and wit.
The police station's exterior surprises him with its eerie silence. Lithe steps bring him inside, and the unsettling sight of a mutilated policewoman greets him. She lies there, a stark contrast to the chaos outside—brown hair, fair skin, and a face that once turned heads. Hajin's stomach churns, and he succumbs to the nausea, vomiting, and retching at the gruesome scene. The harsh reality of the apocalypse sets in, and he knows the world he once knew has forever changed.
Hajin crouches behind a desk, peering at the lifeless form of the policewoman. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by distant howls that seem to echo through the desolation outside. He needs to get out, to escape the ominous aura that hangs in the air.
As he inches towards the exit, a subtle rustle reaches his ears. His body tenses, and he freezes in place. The dim light casts long shadows, and from within the police station, emerges the silhouette of a gigantic humanoid. Hajin's eyes widen, and he instinctively grips the makeshift spear in his hands.
The silhouette moves with an unnatural grace, and Hajin holds his breath, acutely aware that this towering figure might be the source of the earlier carnage. The adrenaline courses through his veins, and he braces himself for whatever is about to unfold.
Suddenly, the humanoid lunges at him, a blur of motion in the dimly lit room. Without a moment's hesitation, Hajin drops to the floor, narrowly avoiding the swipe of the attacker. He lies low, feeling the rush of wind above him as the pointed tip of his spear stretches upwards in defense.
Hajin's heart pounds in his chest as he gauges the situation.
The monstrous silhouette hovers menacingly, and he realizes that this might be a fight for survival. In the eerie stillness, the two figures remain locked in a silent dance of anticipation and danger.
Hajin squints, getting a clear view of the creature in the dim light. It's a werewolf, its fur matted with blood, and its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. The realization hits him - his earlier vomiting must have attracted this monstrous predator.
Frantically searching for a means of defense, Hajin's eyes lock onto the handgun clutched in the lifeless hand of the policewoman. Adrenaline pumping, he scrambles towards it, his hands shaking as he pries the weapon free.
Lunging back to his feet, he takes aim and fires. The gunshot echoes through the desolate police station as the bullet finds its mark, hitting the werewolf square in the eye socket. Hajin can't believe his luck as the creature staggers, a guttural growl escaping its maw.
Ecstatic, Hajin cheers, a mix of relief and triumph surging through him. However, the werewolf is far from defeated. It growls menacingly, shaking off the impact, and in a sudden burst of speed, it dashes to the side, preparing for another assault.
Reacting swiftly, Hajin sprints towards the scattered furniture and tables, desperately using them as obstacles to evade the charging werewolf. The room becomes a chaotic battleground, with Hajin darting and weaving between obstacles, his survival instincts kicking into high gear. The werewolf, undeterred, follows in relentless pursuit, its snarls filling the air as the deadly dance between prey and predator unfolds.
Hajin's heart pounds as he scrambles for cover, the werewolf hot on his heels. Bullets spray wildly from his gun, most missing their mark, but a few finding their way to dangerous spots like the neck and crotch of the pursuing beast. The creature howls in pain, but it doesn't deter its relentless pursuit.
Hajin, fueled by adrenaline, keeps running, zigzagging through the dark and eerie landscape. The werewolf, although wounded, maintains a relentless pace. Hajin glances over his shoulder, panic in his eyes as he realizes the beast is gradually closing the gap.
In a moment of desperation, Hajin finds a momentary respite, his breaths heavy and labored. Seizing the opportunity, he takes aim and fires directly at the werewolf's eye socket. Bullets punctuate the air, and the werewolf staggers, slowed down by the onslaught of gunfire. Hajin doesn't let up, squeezing the trigger until his clip is empty.
As the werewolf writhes in pain, Hajin feels a searing pain in his right leg. He stumbles, realizing his limb is broken, but determination keeps him on his feet. Limping forward, he pushes through the pain, his arm stiff from the recoil of the gun.
Miraculously, a stroke of luck—Hajin stumbles upon a first aid kit. Grateful, he quickly opens it and sets to work. With precision born of necessity, he realigns his broken leg and fashions a makeshift splint using a broken piece of the wooden cabinet nearby.
Moving forward, the limping Hajin discovers the lifeless body of a policewoman. Her name, Yun Seung-Ah, stares back at him from her uniform. A silent acknowledgment passes between them. With a whispered thank you, Hajin offers a prayer for the fallen officer.
In that moment of reflection, he realizes that if not for Yun Seung-Ah's sacrifice, he might have succumbed to the werewolf's attack much earlier. If not for the gun Hajin had picked up in his proximity, he would have been helpless.
As Kim Hajin steps out into the dimly lit corridor of the abandoned police station, he leans against the wall, his breaths ragged and heavy. The weight of the situation presses down on him, a feeling of helplessness sinking deep into his bones.
"I can't believe it's come to this," he mutters to himself, glancing around the deserted hallway, his voice echoing faintly.
The thought of his parents flashes through his mind, worry etched on his face. "I hope they're safe," he whispers, a tinge of desperation in his voice.
With a determined grimace, Hajin hobbles forward, his injured leg slowing his pace. He edges toward the remnants of the police station, hoping against hope for some sign of assistance, some shred of normalcy in this chaos.
Upon reaching the shattered remains of the armory, Hajin's gaze narrows, assessing the damage. He knows time is of the essence. His fingers grip the handgun tightly as he takes aim at the lock, steeling himself for the dangerous maneuver.
"Here goes nothing," he murmurs, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he squeezes the trigger.
The shot rings out, the deafening sound reverberating in the confined space. Hajin winces, his heart racing, but relief washes over him as the lock gives way. Cautiously, he pushes open the door, revealing the stash of weaponry within.
A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he surveys the contents of the armory, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. "Thank goodness," he breathes, a hint of determination creeping into his voice.
Hajin carefully gathers the ammunition and firearms, securing them in a bag slung over his shoulder. The weight of the weapons is a grim reminder of the perilous situation outside.
With a firm resolve, Hajin straightens his posture despite his injured leg protesting. Gripping the firearms tightly, he steps out into the uncertain night, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders as he ventures forth into the unknown.
In the midst of the chaos, Kim Hajin's eyes dart around in disbelief as towers, dungeons, and monsters materialize across Korea. It's the first day of the year 2030, and the surreal scene unfolding before him seems like something out of a fantasy novel.
"Holy shit, what the hell is happening?" Hajin mutters to himself, his heart pounding.
He had just wrapped up his web novel series when a goblin shatters his window, brandishing a rusty dagger. Adrenaline surges through Hajin as he grabs his keyboard and defends himself with fervor.
"Die, die, die!" he shouts, smashing the goblin into oblivion.
Breathing heavily, Hajin sits beside the lifeless creature, contemplating the gravity of the situation. He glances out of his window, only to witness the surrounding area descending into anarchy.
Peering at his smartphone, he's relieved to find the internet still functional. However, a quick scroll through social media reveals that goblins are the least of his worries. Along the Korean coasts, sea monsters of all kinds—bipedal fishes, dragon-like serpents, and even krakens—are swarming the land.
Opening a video blog from an old classmate, he hears the grim declaration: "It's the end of the world."
Fear creeps into Hajin's mind as he attempts to contact his parents. Frustration sets in when the calls don't connect. Turning to text messages, he types rapidly, seeking any sign of reassurance.
"Mom, Dad, where are you? Are you okay?" he types, his fingers dancing on the touchscreen.
The world outside may have plunged into chaos, but Hajin’s mind remains in a strong mental composure that desires survival above all else, and perhaps his worries for his parents.
Hajin moves through the chaos of the city, the air thick with a sense of impending doom. The scenes unfolding around him evoke a haunting familiarity, reminiscent of the worlds he once crafted in his novels. Fusion fantasy and apocalypse collide, blurring the lines between fiction and reality.
In his apartment, he swiftly grabs a sturdy bag, his movements purposeful and efficient. The desire for survival fuels his actions as he fills the bag with essential supplies—non-perishable food, water, a flashlight, and a first aid kit. Hajin knows the importance of being prepared for the unknown.
The kitchen becomes his makeshift armory. With determination, he fashions a spear using a wooden pole, a sharp knife, and some duct tape. The sound of the tape ripping echoes in his small apartment, drowning out the distant screams and chaos outside.
No attachments tie Hajin to his current life—no girlfriend, no sentimental fondness for the apartment, or the bustling city of Seoul. The only truly important people in his life are his parents. Their well-being is now his primary concern.
Stepping out into the anarchy-filled streets, Hajin witnesses the breakdown of society. People scramble, driven by fear, looting stores, and panicking. Prayers and mad shouts blend in the air, but he remains focused, deaf to the surrounding hysteria.
His destination: the police station. Hajin's faith in authority remains unshaken, a belief instilled by years of normalcy. Yet at the back of his mind, Hajin worries for the worst. Negotiating through the chaos, he avoids monsters that roam the streets, relying on his agility and wit.
The police station's exterior surprises him with its eerie silence. Lithe steps bring him inside, and the unsettling sight of a mutilated policewoman greets him. She lies there, a stark contrast to the chaos outside—brown hair, fair skin, and a face that once turned heads. Hajin's stomach churns, and he succumbs to the nausea, vomiting, and retching at the gruesome scene. The harsh reality of the apocalypse sets in, and he knows the world he once knew has forever changed.
Hajin crouches behind a desk, peering at the lifeless form of the policewoman. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by distant howls that seem to echo through the desolation outside. He needs to get out, to escape the ominous aura that hangs in the air.
As he inches towards the exit, a subtle rustle reaches his ears. His body tenses, and he freezes in place. The dim light casts long shadows, and from within the police station, emerges the silhouette of a gigantic humanoid. Hajin's eyes widen, and he instinctively grips the makeshift spear in his hands.
The silhouette moves with an unnatural grace, and Hajin holds his breath, acutely aware that this towering figure might be the source of the earlier carnage. The adrenaline courses through his veins, and he braces himself for whatever is about to unfold.
Suddenly, the humanoid lunges at him, a blur of motion in the dimly lit room. Without a moment's hesitation, Hajin drops to the floor, narrowly avoiding the swipe of the attacker. He lies low, feeling the rush of wind above him as the pointed tip of his spear stretches upwards in defense.
Hajin's heart pounds in his chest as he gauges the situation.
The monstrous silhouette hovers menacingly, and he realizes that this might be a fight for survival. In the eerie stillness, the two figures remain locked in a silent dance of anticipation and danger.
Hajin squints, getting a clear view of the creature in the dim light. It's a werewolf, its fur matted with blood, and its eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. The realization hits him - his earlier vomiting must have attracted this monstrous predator.
Frantically searching for a means of defense, Hajin's eyes lock onto the handgun clutched in the lifeless hand of the policewoman. Adrenaline pumping, he scrambles towards it, his hands shaking as he pries the weapon free.
Lunging back to his feet, he takes aim and fires. The gunshot echoes through the desolate police station as the bullet finds its mark, hitting the werewolf square in the eye socket. Hajin can't believe his luck as the creature staggers, a guttural growl escaping its maw.
Ecstatic, Hajin cheers, a mix of relief and triumph surging through him. However, the werewolf is far from defeated. It growls menacingly, shaking off the impact, and in a sudden burst of speed, it dashes to the side, preparing for another assault.
Reacting swiftly, Hajin sprints towards the scattered furniture and tables, desperately using them as obstacles to evade the charging werewolf. The room becomes a chaotic battleground, with Hajin darting and weaving between obstacles, his survival instincts kicking into high gear. The werewolf, undeterred, follows in relentless pursuit, its snarls filling the air as the deadly dance between prey and predator unfolds.
Hajin's heart pounds as he scrambles for cover, the werewolf hot on his heels. Bullets spray wildly from his gun, most missing their mark, but a few finding their way to dangerous spots like the neck and crotch of the pursuing beast. The creature howls in pain, but it doesn't deter its relentless pursuit.
Hajin, fueled by adrenaline, keeps running, zigzagging through the dark and eerie landscape. The werewolf, although wounded, maintains a relentless pace. Hajin glances over his shoulder, panic in his eyes as he realizes the beast is gradually closing the gap.
In a moment of desperation, Hajin finds a momentary respite, his breaths heavy and labored. Seizing the opportunity, he takes aim and fires directly at the werewolf's eye socket. Bullets punctuate the air, and the werewolf staggers, slowed down by the onslaught of gunfire. Hajin doesn't let up, squeezing the trigger until his clip is empty.
As the werewolf writhes in pain, Hajin feels a searing pain in his right leg. He stumbles, realizing his limb is broken, but determination keeps him on his feet. Limping forward, he pushes through the pain, his arm stiff from the recoil of the gun.
Miraculously, a stroke of luck—Hajin stumbles upon a first aid kit. Grateful, he quickly opens it and sets to work. With precision born of necessity, he realigns his broken leg and fashions a makeshift splint using a broken piece of the wooden cabinet nearby.
Moving forward, the limping Hajin discovers the lifeless body of a policewoman. Her name, Yun Seung-Ah, stares back at him from her uniform. A silent acknowledgment passes between them. With a whispered thank you, Hajin offers a prayer for the fallen officer.
In that moment of reflection, he realizes that if not for Yun Seung-Ah's sacrifice, he might have succumbed to the werewolf's attack much earlier. If not for the gun Hajin had picked up in his proximity, he would have been helpless.
As Kim Hajin steps out into the dimly lit corridor of the abandoned police station, he leans against the wall, his breaths ragged and heavy. The weight of the situation presses down on him, a feeling of helplessness sinking deep into his bones.
"I can't believe it's come to this," he mutters to himself, glancing around the deserted hallway, his voice echoing faintly.
The thought of his parents flashes through his mind, worry etched on his face. "I hope they're safe," he whispers, a tinge of desperation in his voice.
With a determined grimace, Hajin hobbles forward, his injured leg slowing his pace. He edges toward the remnants of the police station, hoping against hope for some sign of assistance, some shred of normalcy in this chaos.
Upon reaching the shattered remains of the armory, Hajin's gaze narrows, assessing the damage. He knows time is of the essence. His fingers grip the handgun tightly as he takes aim at the lock, steeling himself for the dangerous maneuver.
"Here goes nothing," he murmurs, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he squeezes the trigger.
The shot rings out, the deafening sound reverberating in the confined space. Hajin winces, his heart racing, but relief washes over him as the lock gives way. Cautiously, he pushes open the door, revealing the stash of weaponry within.
A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he surveys the contents of the armory, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. "Thank goodness," he breathes, a hint of determination creeping into his voice.
Hajin carefully gathers the ammunition and firearms, securing them in a bag slung over his shoulder. The weight of the weapons is a grim reminder of the perilous situation outside.
With a firm resolve, Hajin straightens his posture despite his injured leg protesting. Gripping the firearms tightly, he steps out into the uncertain night, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders as he ventures forth into the unknown.
