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Tower Realm – Floor 10
[Final Trial Gate: Return]
Ha-Joon stood alone before the last gate.
No wind.
No sound.
Just silence.
The gate wasn't made of stone, metal, or flame. It was woven from space itself—floating in the black void, inscribed with a single word:
> "Home."
There was no fanfare.
No final enemy.
Only one last system notification, flickering like a dying flame:
> [Irregular has exceeded system capacity.]
[World framework: Unstable.]
[System will now deactivate permanently.]
[You are free.]
Ha-Joon closed his eyes.
Behind him stretched the ruins of a world he'd survived for 60 trillion years.
The tower realm—the infinite testbed of suffering, evolution, and silence—was now cracking apart.
He looked back at the collapsing void one last time.
> "Thank you… and goodbye."
Then he stepped through the gate.
And as he did—
the system vanished.
No fade-out.
No lingering voice.
Just gone.
Forever.
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[The Tower Realm Has Been Erased.]
[All Records Destroyed.]
[Only You Remain.]
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Earth – Suwon, South Korea
1 Year Later
It was a cloudy morning.
In a quiet neighborhood of Suwon, the Jung family sat around the small kitchen table. The father, still in his security uniform, sipped silently from a chipped mug. The mother, pale and tired, prepared rice soup without looking up. The older sister, Ha-Rin, swept the front porch.
One full year had passed.
The world had changed—dungeons, awakenings, hunters—but their household hadn't.
It was still one chair short.
Still too quiet.
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Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang.
No storm.
No lightning.
No earthquake.
Just the chime of a doorbell.
Ha-Rin looked up from the broom, confused. It was early—too early for customers or deliveries.
She opened the door—
—and froze.
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He stood there.
Jung Ha-Joon.
Same height.
Same school jacket.
Same expression—calm, slightly shy, unsure of what to say.
Except for one thing—
his eyes.
Deep crimson.
Soft and glowing, like dying embers under moonlight.
Not threatening.
Not human.
Just... endless.
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Ha-Rin opened her mouth, but no words came.
She stepped aside without thinking.
He walked in.
Removed his shoes like he always did.
Dropped his bag like nothing had happened.
Their mother stepped out of the kitchen—
—and gasped, dropping the soup bowl to the floor.
The father stood, stunned.
The family didn't scream.
Didn't faint.
They just stared, unable to believe what they were seeing.
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Ha-Joon finally said something, his voice quiet:
> "…I'm home."
That was it.
No explanation.
No dramatic aura.
He sat at the table, picked up a spoon, and took a bite of lukewarm rice.
His family didn't ask where he had been.
Because in that moment—nothing else mattered.
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Later That Day
In his room—still untouched from the day he disappeared—Ha-Joon sat quietly.
The mirror showed the same boy who had left.
Except—
he was no longer bound by time, death, pain, or weakness.
No system panel floated in front of him.
No stats.
No quests.
Nothing.
> "It's gone," he whispered to himself.
> "The system… it's truly gone."
He touched his crimson eyes.
They didn't burn.
They didn't glow violently.
But behind them—
infinite power rested, silent and obedient.
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Elsewhere – Seoul: Dimensional Monitoring Division
Anomaly reports poured into the national hunter registry.
A dimensional rift the size of a pinhead had appeared and vanished within 0.01 seconds.
Origin: Unknown.
Energy: Off the charts.
Signature: None.
Like someone had come through a closed door… then locked it behind them forever.
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That Night – Jung Family Home
Ha-Joon watched his sister fall asleep on the couch beside him, just like when they were children.
His mother had made his favorite dinner again.
His father had checked his forehead three times, unable to accept he was really alive.
He didn't tell them anything.
Not about the tower.
Not about 60 trillion years.
Not about becoming invincible.
Not yet.
Because now… he just wanted to live.
Quietly.
Safely.
And protect them.
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Inside Him – A Quiet System Message (Now Permanently Muted)
> [System: OFFLINE]
[All functions: TERMINATED]
[All enhancements have merged with host permanently.]
[Status: Irreversible. Invincible.]
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From the outside, he looked like a normal 18-year-old high school boy.
But the truth was…
No one—not nations, not monsters, not even gods—could scratch him now.
Not anymore.
Not ever again.
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