Game 36: "Refusal, Ruin, and Red Hands"
Han Tae-yang froze.
Not because of the choice. But because of the timing.
The battlefield still raged. Goblins still clawed. Humans still died.
And here was the system, popping up like a smug cashier asking if he wanted a receipt while corpses piled at his feet.
Tae-yang's masked head tilted.
"…Really?"
Han Tae-yang didn't even flinch when the glowing blue text floated before his eyes again, cheerful as a schoolteacher with a chalkboard:
> [Would you like to return to the Safe Zone?]
[Yes / No.]
His lips twitched.
He didn't even read the options anymore. He just muttered under his breath like a tired cashier punching a register button:
"No."
And he said it with the kind of finality you only hear when a man refuses to lend money to his cousin for the seventeenth time.
