He was currently wearing very neat clothes. A clean white shirt, perfectly ironed, black jeans that didn't have a single mud or oil stain, and on the front of his body, there was a cloth that made him happy. "My barista apron?" Raka touched the thick dark brown fabric neatly tied at his waist. The apron was new. And exactly like the one he wore on the first day of the apocalypse before being dragged into the nightmare. Even the name pin reading 'RAKA' was still attached upright on his left chest pocket. He raised his hands. His left hand was not blistered from acid burns. His right hand was not broken. Even his skin was clean, healthy, and there wasn't a single drop of purplish blood. "I’m... whole," Raka whispered. Then a small laugh escaped his lips. "I’m back to being an ordinary human. No machines. No time limits." Raka felt his waist. 'The Bu

The Admin went silent. He stared at his chips scattered on the floor, then slowly raised his face to look at Raka.There was no more mocking smile or casual tone on the boy's face. His eyes, which previously looked like an ordinary child's eyes, now emitted a glow of digital data."Not a video game, Raka," the Admin said with a voice that suddenly felt like it was echoing inside Raka's mind, no longer through his ears. "This is a survival broadcast. Content. And believe me, there is a big difference between the two.""What's the difference?!" Raka shouted back. "You're toying with our lives! You're using our suffering for entertainment! You're a monster worse than The Rider or Big Daddy!""If I were a monster, you would have died on the first day when you hid under the bar table, Barista!"The Admin suddenly stood up on his chair. Despite his small form, his aura instantly pressured that white space, making Raka feel the air suddenly thin out."Do you think I'm the one who caused this

‘An entertainment show,’ Raka thought. He clenched his fists tightly. ‘My suffering... the deaths of people out there... all just to relieve his boredom?’ "That's why I saved you," the Admin continued. "You're fun, Raka. You're a coward, you panic often, you have stomach acid, but you're reckless enough to fight a cannibal boss with a cement trowel. You are premium content. Viewers in other dimensions are willing to pay expensive points to see you struggle." Raka went silent. The anger that exploded in his chest earlier slowly shrank, crystallizing into something much sharper and colder. A new realization hit him. Humans were indeed meaningless in cosmic eyes. They were just bugs in a server. But at the same time, he just realized the strength of his current position. ‘If I am content that makes money for them,’ Raka thought, his eyes emitting a cunning calculation

‘Ignore the pain. Don't lose the rhythm!’ Luna commanded herself.Then she pulled her right knife from the carcass of the second monster, and slashed the neck of the third monster with a horizontal movement. The creature's head was almost severed.Vanya glanced briefly at Luna who was fighting. She winced seeing Luna's action which she considered terrifying."Hold them off, Luna!" Vanya shouted from behind the operating table. "I need time! This dragon's blood vessel is very stubborn!"Swoosh...“Sew, Vanya, sew," Vanya scolded herself. Her fingers moved quickly. "Ignore the chewing sound behind you. Just pretend this is an ordinary surgery. A very noisy and deadly surgery."However, that first wave was just a warm-up.From the broken door, five more Scavengers entered again.Luna panted. Her left arm throbbed in pain, warm blood flowed wetting her fingers, making her grip on the scalpel slippery.‘I cannot hold them all if they start crawling from below,’ Luna thought when she saw tw

"I mean," the Admin interrupted. He raised his face with a bitter smile that was very unsuitable for a child's face, "if you destroy that Transmitter to save your world, you also destroy me. I will be deleted permanently. Log Out forever." Silence emerged between them. Raka felt as if the transparent floor beneath him had just been removed. This System, which used the form of this annoying boy, was the entity that always cursed at him, that made a live stream of his suffering, that gave him ridiculous weapons from Netizen voting results. But also the one who saved his life repeatedly. Who kept him company when he was almost going crazy. Who became the only 'voice' in his head when the real world was too brutal to face. "No." Raka shook his head firmly. His voice began to rise. "No, that makes no sense. There must be another way. Vanya is a genius, she can hack the system! We can cut the monster conne