Hyun-woo kept to the shadows, his back pressed against the cold concrete wall as he watched Ji-ah move through the ruins of what used to be a quiet shopping district. Her movements were efficient—too efficient for someone supposedly "new" to this reality. She navigated the area with purposeful steps, checking alleyways, avoiding exposed streets, and occasionally glancing at the sky.
She's scouting, Hyun-woo thought. But for what?
In The Final Apocalypse Chronicles, Ji-ah's introduction had been completely different. A loner who helped the injured during the collapse of City Hub 6, she had been burdened by guilt and reluctant to trust anyone. But now?
She was... calm. Measured.
The system had flagged her as an Unregistered Variant. That alone was a red flag. It meant she was deviating from her original narrative role—something that shouldn't be possible unless the entire structure of the novel's timeline was unraveling.
Is the story rewriting itself?
As he continued watching, the air around him shifted. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. There was a sudden stillness, and then—
[SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT - ZONE TRIAL INITIATION]
A massive holographic screen—visible only to the chosen—flashed across the sky like a digital aurora.
⚠️ ZONE TRIAL: FIRST DESCENT - "THE VEIL TEST" ⚠️
Time Remaining: 00:29:58
Objective: Endure.
Survivors in this area must remain conscious and unmarked for 30 minutes.
Failure Conditions: Mark of Despair Detected / Loss of Consciousness / Voluntary Surrender
Reward: 500 Adaptation Points + Random Skill Cube
Penalty: Partial Memory Fragmentation
Hyun-woo's eyes widened.
The first Zone Trial is already starting?
But this happened after the first faction war in the original timeline...
The timeline was spiraling further off course than he imagined.
Across the street, Ji-ah had frozen, head tilted toward the sky. She could see the system screen too. That confirmed it—she was one of them. A "Survivor." A player in this sick game that the Celestial Patrons had orchestrated.
Before he could decide whether to approach her or stay hidden, a strange ripple passed through the air, like a wave of invisible pressure washing over the district. Hyun-woo stumbled slightly, but held his footing.
Then he heard it.
It was neither footsteps nor did it sound like a voice
A chime. Gentle, crystalline.
Something.....or someone...was descending.
No, Hyun-woo thought. It's too early. Even the Watchers don't appear this soon.
He turned his attention to Ji-ah.
He had no idea if she would be an ally—or another anomaly that could shatter the fragile understanding he had of this world.
The countdown ticked on above them.
29:02...
