I thought my life had ended. Debt weighed me down, swallowing whatever scraps of hope remained each day. My room, which I once considered a refuge, had become a tiny grave, its silent walls whispering defeat into my ears.
I wasn't a bad person… I hadn't harmed anyone, hadn't done anything to deserve this...
Yet life was merciless… harsher than any single soul could bear.
I lay on the bed, my eyes staring at the dull ceiling, my mind drowning in regret and disappointment.
Then suddenly, a sharp pain struck my chest… my heart! It wasn't an ordinary ache—it felt like life itself had stopped. I tried to move, but my body refused. My mind was trapped in silence, frozen in a limbo of finality.
"Is this the end?" I whispered to myself.
"Finally… I will be free. No more pain. No more problems."
But before I could close my eyes for the last time, something strange happened. A blinding light seared through my vision, a beam that seemed to pierce every nerve in my body. An unfamiliar warmth spread through me, a comforting flood that seeped into every cell, as if I were bathing in infinite energy.
I awoke in a vast chamber, yet everything around me was different—the ancient architecture, the wooden bed with silk covers—all spoke of another world. I was no longer myself. My body was now Han Soo's, the youngest son of Duke Lee.
A translucent screen floated before me, glowing a cold blue:
[SYSTEM]: Login confirmed… New user registered. Authorization: Han Soo, youngest son of Duke Lee.
This system was no mere device; it observed everything—every move, every person, every intention. No one else knew it existed. It was the silent arbiter of life and death, and it had chosen me.
[SYSTEM]: Human waste detected. Task assigned: Elimination required.
A smile curled on my lips. At last, a sense of power—an ability to influence the fate of others. The entire world seemed like a blank canvas, and I was holding the brush.
Then I heard soft footsteps… a girl's voice:
"When will you wake up, brother?"
It was Xiaowen, Han Soo's little sister, her face pale with worry. She knew nothing of the system. All she saw was the strange change in my body, the calmness of the room… and yet, unknowingly, the fate of the world had begun to shift.
Xiaowen stood there, small and anxious, her large eyes questioning the strange body I now inhabited.
"You… you're okay now, aren't you?" she whispered, trying to confirm that I was still me.
I sat on the bed, trying to speak, when suddenly a flood of Han Soo's memories crashed through me: his lonely days, the pain he endured, the darkness that consumed his heart.
I saw images of his past, the moments before his death. My head burned with the weight of a thousand memories colliding at once.
Then I thought of Xiaowen, her pure heart filled with kindness despite the injustice they had suffered.
I understood now that my mission was no longer mere survival—it was to protect the people Han Soo loved and safeguard his family from cruelty.
The blue light flared again, the floating screen illuminating the room:
[SYSTEM]: New mission available.
Target: Human waste in the surrounding area.
Danger level: Moderate.
Rewards: Immortal Combat Technique, Sacred Relic Weapon, Spiritual Training.
A strange thrill ran through my body—not fear, but the pulse of potential, the sensation of stepping beyond human limits.
"Brother… is this… dangerous?" Xiaowen asked, her voice trembling, eyes wide with concern.
I nodded silently. My heart thumped with excitement. Together, we stepped into the quiet streets. The city was unnaturally still, as if time itself had paused, giving me the power to decide who would live and who would be erased.
My first target appeared: a man stealing from a small shop. The shopkeeper screamed silently. Blue energy flared around the thief.
[SYSTEM]: Assessment complete: Human waste confirmed.
Mission: Execution.
Potential reward: Sacred Relic Weapon.
I raised my hand cautiously. A beam of
energy slashed through the air like liquid fire. The man vanished. The city remained calm, but the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on me. My role as a collector of human waste had begun.