Rough earth scraped against his palms.
Park Hwi-Seong—no, Blake—lay sprawled on uneven ground, his breath ragged, his mind a storm of confusion.
Around him, armored men formed a circle. Their helmets dented, their iron mottled with dust and blood. Their silence was heavier than the smoke-filled air pressing against his lungs.
Where… am I?
A knight stepped forward. Towering, broad-shouldered, a roaring lion embossed on his pauldron. His gaze was sharp, cold, cutting through Hwi-Seong like a blade.
The knight clicked his tongue, turned away without a word.The gesture stung more than any insult.Who… was that?
The ring of soldiers tightened. Voices rose—deep, guttural, a storm of sounds that crashed against his ears like incomprehensible runes.
What are they even saying? I don't… I can't understand any of it…
Then—
Ping.
A translucent window bloomed across his vision.
Truck-Kun's Gift
[Language Synchronization: 99%...]
His heart nearly stopped.What the hell…?
Ding!
[100% Complete!]
[Survival system initiated]
[User Registered : Park Hwi-Seong]
[Auto selected the system from the library based on User needs]
[Error detected: User Not Recieved any Essential Package for Survival]
[Auto Assigning the Available Survival Package : Basic]
Ding!
[Error]
[Truck-kun Referral Applied]
[System Override activated]
[Re-Assigning Survival Package : ....Finding Highest Level Available....]
[Assigning Survival Package : Obsidian]
[Best Of Luck For Your Survival]
The torrent of foreign words twisted, reshaped—And suddenly became clear.
"Young Master Blake! Are you hurt?!"
"Someone call the healer!"
"Don't move, my lord, please!"
Hwi-Seong's eyes flew wide open. Wait… no way. This is… actually happening?!
Panic surged. He snapped his eyes shut again, forcing his body limp. Don't move. Don't talk. Just… play dead. Play along.
Strong hands lifted him, armor clanking with every step. They carried him through the smoky haze of a sprawling camp. Fires burned in braziers, throwing shadows across jagged barricades. Lion-emblazoned banners whipped in the night wind, their silent roar declaring allegiance.
The smell of blood, sweat, and steel filled his nose.
This isn't a set. This isn't a dream. This… is real.
Inside a tent, they laid him on a cot. The fabric smelled of herbs and damp linen. Bottles clinked. Bandages rustled.
Beyond the canvas walls, muffled voices hissed in tense whispers.
"The Baron won't be pleased."
"Provoking the Haizer family was reckless."
"Does the young master even understand what he's done?"
Hwi-Seong's chest tightened. The Baron? The Haizer family? Did… did I start some kind of feud already?!
His mind spun back—The near accident.The comic about Truck-Kun.The boy's toy truck crashing to the floor.
Don't tell me… Truck-Kun really… sent me here?
A shadow loomed closer.
A soldier knelt beside him, eyes narrowing, doubt and hope flickering together.
"The young master… he's waking!"
The tent fell silent. The air thickened.
Park Hwi-Seong—now Blake—opened his eyes to a world not his own. And the weight of a destiny he didn't ask for pressed down upon him.