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Another notification appeared before my eyes.I wasn't surprised anymore—just quietly accepted each new truth as it came.But this time, a small hope, a fleeting wish passed through me.My breath was ragged, my body trembling, and yet the only thing I could think of was:
"Please… Endurance."
And as if the world had heard me…
3 stat points invested in 'Endurance'.Your wounds are healing...
In that moment… something within me unraveled.The burning on my skin, the slash on my arm, the cramps in my legs—All began to fade away, one by one.I took a deep breath.The crushing pain in my chest eased slightly.There was a tingling in my fingertips—But it wasn't pain.It was a coolness, a healing calm that replaced the agony.
But only my body was healing.Inside, there was still a weight… something that couldn't be put into words.My body was recovering, but my soul was collapsing.My hands were still soaked in blood.I could breathe, but every breath turned my stomach.
I didn't want to fall to the ground again."Stand tall," I told myself."You survived."But even in that moment, I felt this victory meant nothing.
What about my family? Where were they?Who even was I anymore?
Suddenly, my eyelids grew heavy.Blurred texts began to flicker before my eyes.One final notification appeared—As if echoing from the depths of my mind:
Mental Stability: Critically Low.
Loss of consciousness imminent…
The world began to drift away from me.Sounds became muffled.My heartbeat slowed.I couldn't even feel that I was still near the door or surrounded by corpses.Reality slipped through my fingers—And I was pulled into the dark.
My head grew heavy, my body slackened.I had been leaning against the door, but I could no longer stay upright.My ankles buckled, my knees gave in—And I collapsed slowly to the floor.
In that moment, like a prayer, only one thought passed through me:
"Please… let this not be in vain."
My eyes closed.Everything slowed.
My life passed before me—My mother's voice,My father's advice,My brother's laughter…Childhood.School.The gym.That first punch...and then, the goblins.
Every moment I had ever confronted myself—Now rose like an avalanche in my mind.Not a single pain, not one trauma had truly left me.They were all here again, in the dark.And this time…I didn't have the strength to suppress them.
My eyes shut.I fell into sleep.
What else could I have done?I was just… an ordinary person.Maybe average. Maybe a little more resilient.But still—just flesh and bone.Even surviving to this point—Was unbelievable.
Every muscle, every nerve fiber in my body screamed in exhaustion.My mind was shattered.My heart long worn out.
I was just a normal human—And getting this far was already a miracle.
Finally, my body gave out.And surrendered itself to the night.
Then… another world unfolded before my eyes.
Everything… was red.Crimson. Dark. Dense. Suffocating red.The sky... looked as though it had been washed in blood.No stars.The sun? Gone.Only a massive crimson moon pierced the heavens—Looking down like death itself.Its light was cold and menacing.And beneath it…There lay not a world, but a hell.
Rivers—They no longer carried water.In their place flowed thick rivers of blood, slowly, silently.These crimson veins curled like arteries across the land,As if they had replaced the earth's own bloodstream.
The ground?It looked shattered.Torn apart, split open with massive fissures.Mountains collapsed as if punched from above.Plains lay in ruins.
And the corpses…
They were everywhere.
Some had wings.White feathers, now stained red.Their faces bore only infinite sorrow—Or perhaps disbelief twisted into hatred.Once, they might have been called "angels."
The others…Had horns.Dark-skinned, long-clawed, eyes hollow and pitch black.But they too—were dead.Not only their bodies—But their ideals.Their beliefs, their pasts, their stories…
All lay scattered on the earth.
The silence screamed.
And I—stood motionless in the center of it all.
I couldn't make a sound.Couldn't breathe.I didn't know if I even had lungs anymore, or if my heart was still beating.I just… watched.
Was this a dream?Or a punishment for how much I had wished for the end?
It was as if God had said,"Here—this is the apocalypse you wanted."
And in that moment, I saw him.
A man stood before me.
Middle-aged.Worn.But standing tall.
His beard had grown long, streaked with gray and crimson.His face was covered in scars—But it still held.
He wore pitch-black armor—Smeared with blood.Some dried, some fresh.
And the sword in his hand…
I couldn't describe it.It wasn't just black—It was as if it swallowed light itself.It wasn't a sword.It was an extended void.
And around him…Hundreds. Thousands of beings.
Not all of them were dead.Some still stood, madness burning in their eyes.But most… were corpses.
I didn't know who they were fighting.But the war had already been lost.
And yet… the man still stood.
Then—
He lifted his head.And looked at me.
At me.
As if right into my eyes.As if—In the middle of this hell—he could truly see me.
My heart stopped.
It wasn't just fear.Reality shattered.
"This is a dream… right?" I thought.But even my inner voice was trembling.
And the man…Moved his mouth.
He was speaking.
But…There was no sound.His lips formed words—But their meaning was lost.How could I possibly understand?This was… a different language entirely.
And then—something changed.
A crack appeared in the sky.A rift.A tear of black, bottomless void.
And from that rift…I began to be pulled.
Everything inside me shook.As if someone was grabbing my soul and dragging it to another dimension.I wasn't falling.I wasn't flying.I was being torn away.
And in that moment—The man's eyes locked with mine once more.
He said something.This time…It was like he hoped I would hear.
And I almost remembered.
He had said,"Don't forget…"But the rest… was gone.
I opened my eyes.
I was gasping for breath.Drenched in sweat.
I expected to find myself back in my bed.To wake up.To realize it had all been a nightmare.
That those cursed creatures—That blood-soaked dream—Had only been some trick of my mind.
But when I opened my eyes—Reality was still there.
The ground beneath me was hard.My back was still against the door.My wounds… felt already healed.I still felt the crusted blood on my skin—But my flesh… had been renewed.
This wasn't possible.It shouldn't have been possible.
The system window in front of me was still hovering in the air.Etched into my vision—Even blinking didn't make it disappear.
Everything… was still the same.The bodies… still lay on the ground.The dried blood on my face had stiffened my skin.And my stomach—Once again rebelled.
I tried to swallow.The burning in my throat rose with the taste of bile.And once more—I vomited.
I'd lost count of how many times by now.
But this time…It wasn't just fear.
There was acceptance.
I couldn't stop it—But I didn't resist either.
I stood up.
The ringing in my mind had quieted,Replaced by a heavy silence.A kind of… numbness.
My first instinct—was to look away.If I looked at the corpses again,I'd lose my mind.
I staggered toward the kitchen.
Water.That was all I needed.
I turned the tap with trembling hands.
And—
Water flowed.
I blinked.There was still running water in this world?How was that even possible?
Outside, it was the apocalypse.The sky had turned crimson.Creatures roamed the streets.But this place…This house…
It was as if it had been trapped in another reality.An alternate world?A simulation?Or… a cursed game?
I didn't know.I just washed my face.
And when that cold water touched my skin—Reality slapped me once again.
The metallic scent of blood still clung to my nose.But as I cleaned myself…I felt a bit more like me again.
This was a fight for survival.And the winner—Had to be me.
Or at least…I had to believe that.
I was hunched over the sink.Each drop of water echoed in my mind like a thought:
"I want to leave this place."
My lips moved.The words caught in my throat.But they were only for myself.
There was no one around to hear them.No one… to answer.