Johnjay Santos—the man the world called the father of modern video games—sat alone in a dimly lit room.
At 40 years old, his name was legendary.
And yet…
There he was.
Alone.
Silent.
Staring at a screen that reflected his tired eyes.
On it was the project that would define his legacy.
Apocalypse Online.
His final masterpiece.
"…Just a little more…"
His fingers hovered over the keyboard.
Then—
His vision blurred.
The screen twisted.
Darkness crept in from the edges of his sight.
"…What…?"
Before he could react—
Everything went black.
When he woke up, sunlight stabbed through the curtains.
"…Morning?"
Johnjay slowly sat up, his head pounding.
"…Did I pass out?"
He let out a dry laugh, but it didn't feel normal.
Something was wrong.
A strange pressure lingered in his chest—like something was quietly eating him from the inside.
That feeling didn't disappear.
So he didn't ignore it.
The hospital smelled sterile.
Cold.
Unforgiving.
After hours of tests, the doctor finally returned.
His expression said everything.
"You only have one month to live."
Silence.
"…What?"
"A serious illness," the doctor continued, voice steady. "It cannot be cured."
The world didn't shatter.
It simply…
Stopped.
When Johnjay got home, he didn't turn on the lights.
He didn't move.
He just stood there.
Then—
His knees gave out.
Tears fell.
And didn't stop.
For an entire day, he cried like a broken child.
No food.
No water.
Just emptiness.
"What's the point…?" he whispered hoarsely.
"Even if I eat…"
"I'll still die in a month."
Time passed.
Silence consumed everything.
Then—
A thought appeared.
Small.
Insane.
Impossible.
"…What if…?"
His breathing stopped.
His eyes slowly widened.
Then—
He stood up.
Fast.
Too fast.
"I create… myself."
Back in front of his computer, his fingers moved like a man possessed.
A character.
Not just any character.
Him.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Johnjay Santos
Age: 18 Years Old
Race: Human (Administrator)
Height: 6'4" (193 cm) — Extremely tall and imposing
Weight: 220 lbs (100 kg) — Pure muscle
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Face & Features:
Silver-white hair, slightly messy, effortlessly stylish
Golden eyes that glow faintly—cold, sharp, yet strangely warm when he smiles
Pale porcelain skin
A perfectly sculpted face—sharp jawline, high nose bridge
Body Build:
Athletic V-taper physique
Broad shoulders, narrow waist
Powerful limbs built for combat
Even at Level 1—
He was already beyond normal human limits.
Because he designed it that way.
CLOTHING
Black combat jacket / leather armor
White inner shirt
Black pants and boots
Sword strapped behind his back
"…Administrator."
He smirked faintly.
"Of course."
Then—
He crossed the line.
Something no sane human would ever dare to do.
He inserted his memories.
All of them.
His childhood.
His achievements.
His regrets.
His pain.
His happiest moments…
…and his final breath.
Everything.
As his body weakened, Johnjay leaned back in his chair.
A weak laugh escaped his lips.
"…I've really gone insane."
"What kind of person believes… he can survive death by turning himself into data?"
His vision dimmed.
Darkness returned.
"…Well…"
"…I'll find out."
And then—
He died.
"…Hah?"
Johnjay's eyes snapped open.
He inhaled sharply.
Air.
He could breathe.
"…What?"
He looked around.
Familiar.
But wrong.
Not his house.
Not reality.
He rushed to the bathroom.
His heartbeat pounded louder with every step.
Then—
He looked into the mirror.
And froze.
A tall young man stared back at him.
Silver hair.
Golden eyes.
A perfect body.
Slowly…
Very slowly—
A smile spread across his face.
"I…"
His voice trembled.
"I succeeded."
Then—
He laughed.
Loud.
Uncontrollably.
"I HAVE NO ILLNESS ANYMORE!"
"I'M YOUNG AGAIN!"
"I'M… ALIVE!"
After calming down, he stepped outside.
The house looked small from the outside.
But inside—
It was massive.
A safe zone.
Surrounded by a glowing barrier.
Beyond it—
A forest.
Dark.
Rotting.
Filled with movement.
Zombies.
Hundreds… maybe thousands.
Wandering.
Hungry.
But silent.
They couldn't see him.
Couldn't hear him.
Couldn't reach him.
"The only way out…"
A portal shimmered in front of him.
He opened his status window.
[Status Window]
Name: Johnjay Santos
Class: Administrator
Level: 1
EXP: 0 / 100
STR: 5
AGI: 5
STA: 5
INT: 5
LUK: 5
HP: 100 / 100
MP: 100 / 100
Physical Damage: 5 – 7
Magic Damage: 5 – 7
Defense: 5
Skills:
• [Passive] Administration Eye
• [Passive] Data Analysis
"…Wow."
He exhaled.
"I really made myself average."
Then he smirked.
"Kill zombies. Level up."
"Kill mutants. Steal skills."
He knew the rules.
Because he wrote them.
"If I die…"
He paused.
"I revive in five minutes."
"But…"
"Minus ten levels."
He clicked his tongue.
"…Yeah. I was definitely trying to torture players."
At the System Store—
10 coins.
Starter balance.
He didn't hesitate.
Sword.
Potions.
Done.
"Zero coins left."
"…Great start."
Moments later—
He stood before the portal.
Took a breath.
And stepped through.
Outside—
A zombie turned its head toward him.
Level 1.
Slow.
Rotting.
Weak.
"Perfect."
He moved first.
Fast.
Clean.
Slash—!
The head dropped.
The body dissolved instantly.
A red crystal fell.
Johnjay caught it without hesitation.
Through Data Analysis—
He already knew its weakness before striking.
"…Still got it."
Because once—
He was a prodigy.
At 13, he trained in kendo.
Five years.
Champion in every tournament.
But at 17—
Everything ended.
Rain.
A quiet road.
His father fell asleep.
A crash.
Metal twisted.
Glass shattered.
His mother—
Protected him.
And died.
"…Tch."
He tightened his grip on the sword.
"Focus."
Five hours passed.
Thirty zombies.
Level up.
Level 4
Still average.
Still weak.
Still no active skills.
Then—
He felt it.
A presence.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Dangerous.
A Level 8 Mutant Zombie.
"…Yeah."
He exhaled slowly.
"No chance."
Not yet.
He turned away.
"For now…"
"I grind."
Four more hours.
Fifty more kills.
Cleaner.
Faster.
Stronger.
Level 7
Johnjay stared into the forest.
Eyes sharp.
Calm.
Focused.
"The mutant…"
"…Tomorrow."
The sky darkened.
Night approached.
And in this world—
Night meant death.
Zombies grew stronger.
Faster.
More aggressive.
Johnjay tightened his grip on his sword.
A small smile formed.
"This…"
"…is just the beginning."
And so—
The developer who rewrote death…
Began his journey to become the strongest.