[Infinite Flow + One Female Lead + Mild Horror + No Golden Finger + New Author]
My new book is live. I hope you'll share your thoughts!
When reality becomes a nightmare you can never wake from, who gets to decide the price of staying alive? I was just an overworked corporate drone who nodded off on the subway after working late. When I opened my eyes, the world had changed. The supernatural, the apocalypse, locked rooms, urban legends... Every instance was a dead end, and every clear came at the cost of everything I had left of my humanity and sanity. The Mainframe issued its missions without a trace of feeling. Ten points was the cap, and five hundred points bought one chance to be reborn. But no one told me that death didn't just mean the game was over. It meant being erased from the real world entirely. Each return to reality lasted only three days, a brief respite as sweet as honey on a blade. If you've ever seen an office building at four in the morning, then you've surely seen despair beneath a blood-red dawn. If one day you had to step over your companions' corpses to survive, what would you do? When survival becomes a faith, does humanity still have a reason to exist?
