Survival of the Fittest Isn't Supposed to Be Like This!

No, no, that's not how it works in a survival game for everyone! You should give me a safe house, a tropical island, or a raft, so I can scavenge through cities, along beaches, or out at sea, and upgrade my safe house, island, or raft, then turn it into a military fortress, an island farm, or a giant wave-breaking ship, and live the carefree life of plenty I could only dream of in the real world. That's how a survival game for everyone is supposed to work! “Not have me driving my safe house straight into horror dungeons every day, killing monsters from dawn till dusk, then calculating before bed whether I can pay my bills!” Haitong, a nationally ranked athlete repeating his final year of high school, arrived in the Dark Pit Zone alongside eight billion people from Earth. They were scattered across different horror mazes. They received a golden finger called the Power of Purification. Clearing mazes would earn them safe houses, but when Haitong checked his, he discovered that his safe house was a cram school. The athlete was speechless at the mockery: “…” The world's ending, and I still have to study? Right. No, wait. He owned the cram school. He was the one who taught other people. But what could he teach? His specialty was fighting! Anyway, that living medical kit on the other side looked pretty useful. He'd snatch it first… A few minutes later, the doctor who'd been kidnapped: “…” A few days later, the doctor who'd joined the pirate ship: “…” Much later, the doctor on the waterbed: “…” This wasn't how a survival game for everyone was supposed to work, but whatever. He held the back of the man's head and kissed him. “Brain-dead” quack doctor x “can't fight” athlete There is hope in this world. You are the hope of this world. Announcement: This novel will be available for purchase on August 1, with three chapters released that day. Thank you for your support. Theme: We keep living because we hold on to each other.