Hi, I'm Hyun-woo. Just your average guy—no flashy skills, no cool powers and no good hobbies either.
And My only hobbies are? Watching shows, reading books, and running to clear my head. (Wait… does running even count as a hobby? Wait these are not different types of things. AAA, why do I overthink everything?)
Fuck me…Let's try this again.
I'm Hyun-woo.
My dad was Korean; he never explained what "Hyun-woo" means. My mom's American; she didn't know either. So the name's just… me.
Right now I'm standing in the middle of an office on a military base, staring at the floor. Why? Three reasons:
I actually like the army—it's simple, structured, safe.I have zero talent.I accidentally punched my superior officer in the face.
Yeah. That last one.
See, in this world everyone gets a Talent the day they are born. It pops up on your status page like a video-game stat sheet. Some kids get Sword Saint, others Fire Mage, a few lucky ones get Healer. Me? The public scanner just shows ******
Six asterisks. Blank. "No Talent Detected." Depressing? You bet.
But when I look at my private status… it's different.
Name: [Hyun-woo]
Level: {Error}
Job: Sex Beast
'Sex Beast' can you even believe that. What type of job is sex beast. Is it belongs to someone who is maybe good at sex. That must be a joke, I've never even kissed any girl in my life. Girls used to call me "pretty." Guys teased me for looking like a girl. That's when I thought: Join the army. Bulk up. Become a real man. I at least will get some of the bitches.
But the reality was, I did bulk up—broad shoulders, thick arms, the works. But without a combat Talent, I am useless in real combat, I'm just a strong normie. In real fights I swing like any civilian. That means ill just be dead meat.
As I was wallowing in my thoughts I heard a voice.
"At ease, Hyun-woo," the commander sighs, scratching his buzz-cut scalp like he's solving a puzzle.
He leans back in his chair. "You've heard of the Auxiliary Support Division—specifically, the All-Female Omega Base, codenamed Eden's Vault?"
My stomach drops. Everyone knows Eden's Vault. It's where they send male soldiers to… keep the female troops happy. The official term is "morale support." Unofficially? It's prostitute. But Wait why is he telling me this? Is he planning on sending me there!
"Yes, sir," I answer, voice cracking.
"Good, good." He smiles. "How would you like a transfer there?"
"Sir, I ref—" I was just about to refuse.
"Or you can take a post on the Tower of Nightmares."
"I accept sir." I swallow. The Tower of Nightmares is a frozen watch post where people lose life like dominos… and regrettably a normie like me is just a domino. it's like he is telling me to choose between hell hole and hell ass. What type of choice is this.
"Outstanding." His grin widens. Liar. You're loving this.
"You'll serve as a Comfort Specialist."
Comfort Specialist = disposable boy toy. 😭 I am crying. Mortality rate for male visitors? 80%. The 20% who crawl out alive are either discharged with trauma or rocking in a corner muttering about "too many."
"You have twenty minutes to pack."
I salute, legs shaking, and march out. Discharged from this unit. Reassigned to Eden's Vault.
Or, more like I got dispose on that base. Just because I punched a officer.
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The helicopter's rotors thumped like a heartbeat. I pressed my forehead to the hot window and saw something breath taking.
I first saw endless desert, then a strip of blue water, then white snow, then green forest. All in one blink. Surrounding the building in the center. And that center building, no, a whole city of pale stone towers and glass domes, shining like a crown. That's Eden's Vault? I thought. How is this a base? It Looks more like a empire than a base.
Before I could even understand what is happening, The chopper dropped fast. Sand exploded around us. The pilot killed the engine and pointed at the dunes. "Walk the rest. You'll figure it out." Before I could argue, the crew tossed out a backpack and lifted off. And before I know it Dust swallowed them.
I stood alone in the heat. Thinking just why the fuck did they drop me here. For hells sake you fucking had a helicopter.
🖕( •_• ) 🖕 "Okay, lets check the inventory first," I muttered, dumping everything on the sand.
Rations: 7 sealed bars. One week if I eat light.Water: 4 bottles. Two weeks if I sip.Medical: 2 small boxes—bandages, pain pills, one syringe labeled "emergency."Blanket: Thin, army green.
This isn't a transfer, I realized. This is a suicide mission. My old commander's grin flashed in my head. One punch and he dumps me in the desert with starter gear? Real mature bitch.
I stuffed everything back, slung the pack, and started walking toward the distant towers.
I froze when I realized that tower of eden only allowed women to enter right . Everyone knows the rule: no men will ever get to the tower walls. Wait isn't tower of nightmares a much better option.
( ＾◡＾) Fuck you commander.
The women inside are legends—Sword Saints, Ice Mages, Healers who can regrow limbs. Even though only womens are allowed in the base. But only a select few can even enter to the inner circles of the tower. Not every women can even remain in that tower. Only monsters can. And those monsters don't talk about Eden's Vault. They don't need to. One glare and you forget the question.
Unless you want your whole country destroyed there no one in the world who wants to make an enemy out of them. wait if 80 percent die in the tower then. how do 20% of the guys come back alive? The situation didn't add up. Why not just send women in there. This is so suspicious.
Did I really was send here for any mission. Or that commander fucked with me and send me some place else.
However before even I travel further the sand exploded.
A black scorpion the size of a truck burst up, tail arched, stinger dripping green venom. Its eyes locked on me.
And I did the only reasonable I could think off. I dropped the backpack and ran. I hope you burn In hell commander.