episode_0003

ㅇㅇ (Administrator) – In celebration of the inauguration of the great administrator, an event is now open!

– Indeed. I noticed a warp function in the administrator features. It seems like I can throw items I want, so if you write your story in the comments, I will select and send the item to you.

Interdimensional item transfer. An unbelievably absurd function. The significance of being able to bring meaningful items from another world is so remarkable that it hardly needs explanation. Considering the hundreds of comments that have begun pouring in for the previously unpopular administrator, it’s quite evident.

ㅇㅇ – Administrator, my parents are very ill. In other novels, there’s something called an elixir of life, right? Please send an elixir to my parents, not to where I am… My mother is continuously deteriorating while I’m here.

killer – I’m dying right now. I’ve been hiding in a cave after being chased, not sure how much longer I can survive. I’ve killed so many people, it feels like it’s catching up to me now. Trapped in this damn space, all I can do is browse through galleries. I can’t even risk making any radio signals. If possible, can you help me?

Direct Trade Killer – I need help. But I want to meet one-on-one in a quiet place.

ㅇㅇ – You damn idiot administrator. You expect us to believe this? I never used such a function as an administrator.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – Probably just trying to stir things up, haha. Seems like this guy is throwing a tantrum after the recent riot.

He was scanning through several comments. However, there wasn’t anything noteworthy. Yet, most of these guys seemed to be spouting blatant lies, as if it were their job. Given that it’s the internet, he expected plenty of nonsense, but one person here is particularly malicious.

killer. This guy’s username alone screams “murderer.” In the doomed novel gallery, users can choose fixed nicknames other than just “ㅇㅇ,” but this guy designated himself as a killer. His subsequent posts are also disturbing. He writes every day about feeling guilty for killing someone, being haunted, chased, or seeing illusions, and so on.

Since he’s taken over the novel’s persona, even if such events were real, it wouldn’t be far-fetched, but the speed at which this guy uploads his posts is definitely not that of a killer.

Upon checking with administrator privileges, it was found that the user “killer” posts 350 times a day and comments reach up to 1000. You’ll understand once you try, but this is a number that’s almost impossible to achieve while doing nothing but writing and commenting.

“Well, I could probably write 300 more myself.”

Even worse, all of killer’s posts are nothing more than regrets about his past or just a list of things he wanted to do on Earth. Typical behavior of an attention seeker. Without thinking, he targets one topic that can easily provoke a reaction and spews out posts randomly. In simple terms, he’s what you’d call a concept troll.

Think about it. What kind of crazy killer spends the whole day leaving comments in the thousands on a community platform?

“Hmm…”

Reading through the stories, comments started appearing claiming to be kings, slaves, and even court officials. Of course, there were plenty of joking comments among them.

“ㅇㅇ – I’ve become the mother of administrators. Even this ungrateful child’s mother has come to see him! That’s how it should be!”

Although many mocking replies and recommendations were posted under this comment, it was immediately blocked. Now, even if you see such comments, there’s no thrill. It’s just stale banter.

“ㅇㅇ – Mom, don’t block me! You’ll get in trouble!”

But this troublemaker kept taunting me by creating new accounts. Eventually, drastic measures had to be taken.

“ㅇㅇ (Administrator) – Blocked posting and commenting from dummy accounts for 24 hours

– Posting and commenting for unverified users have been restricted for 24 hours with administrator privileges.”

Surprisingly, this time, the users were oppressed, but their response wasn’t bad. After all, most of those who were slapped were non-verified users with no certification records, and the users who confidently revealed themselves were deeply resented by the non-verified ones.

ㅇㅇ – Did the non-verified kids get hit? lol

ㅇㅇ – Yeah, if you’re upset, why don’t you get verified too~

love peace – Can’t we all get along…? Oppressing the non-verified users is not right, you know…

ㅇㅇ – Love Peace, that jerk is at it again, damn it… Please make a blocking function

ㅇㅇ – The non-verified guys look ridiculous. Are you going to get certified now?

I am a lenient god… no, an administrator. That’s why I’ve made it possible for non-verified users to become certified users through verification, and this opportunity is open to anyone.

ㅇㅇ – Damn it, I didn’t verify for a year, but I finally did.

ㅇㅇ – Heheuuung… If I don’t write on the doomed gallery, my body becomes useless…

ㅇㅇ – Captured by the administrator.JPG

In reality, among numerous users, those who knew which novel they were possessed by and knew their own names began to verify. Among them, there were noticeable nicknames.

killer – It’s getting harder to hold on. I feel like my strength is fading. There are loud noises near the cave.

killer – I want to go back. I want to go home.

killer – There are over dozens of people looking for me outside, should I just kill them all and then myself?

killer – Why are humans so weak?

killer – It feels like I’m hallucinating. Will my parents be sad if I die?

killer – If I die here, will they even hold a funeral for me?

killer – It’s been three days since I started starving. There was stagnant water in the cave, so I drank some, but now it’s reached its limit.

killer – My stomach hurts so much.

As non-verified users began to disappear, the regeneration of posts decreased slightly, and among the reduced regeneration, there was one user who stood out: killer. Until just now, he was a non-verified user, but seeing him writing a post now, it seems right to consider him a certified user.

I thought he was just a simple troublemaker, but it was quite unexpected that he immediately verified his identity when the post was blocked.

[Would you like to confirm the verification information of user “killer”?]

Upon clicking “confirm,” the user’s information is displayed briefly:

– Possessed Novel: A Cruel City Where the Blood of Death Falls

– Name Used in the Novel: Choi Ye-bin

– Real Name: Choi Ye-bin

“Oh, damn…”

I sighed the moment I saw the information. It wasn’t just about the name used in the novel being the same as my real name; it was also because the moment I saw the title of the possessed novel, I started to wonder if this guy might not be just a troublemaker.

It was a novel I had seen before. As the name “A Cruel City Where the Blood of Death Falls” suggests, this place is where power struggles and fights occur frequently. It’s a world that forces a binary choice—kill or be killed. It’s a truly messed up place where people have no guilt or fear of murder.

There are no trustworthy comrades here, only shattered psychos all around. “What the hell is this guy?” When I found out which novel he was possessed by, suddenly this guy seemed impressive. Considering what killer has been saying, it seemed like he had been possessed for at least over a year. Surviving for over a year in a novel where assassins wander around without a single ally, is in itself an amazing feat.

“If I were to be possessed there, could I last for three months?” That place isn’t exactly a haven for Hiddens like Hephaestus or Giyeon. The story goes that a talentless magician, like the one I’ve been possessed by, cannot freeload. To find a certain Hidden Piece, the user’s physical abilities are forced. So if an ordinary person were to enter, their only options would be to get beaten like a dog and die, or become a cripple. In reality, while reading the novel, I prayed and prayed that if I were to be possessed, please, let me avoid that place at all costs.

“Hmm…”

After a moment, I looked over the post and comment list written by killer once again. In fact, it seemed more like a desperate scream from someone facing imminent death rather than mere provocation.

Life is so narrow-minded. It’s astonishing how a person’s perception can change with just a few dozen characters of verification information. I immediately wrote a post.

ㅇㅇ[Administrator] – The winner of the Great Administrator’s 1st Event is! killer!

The post was immediately flooded with criticism. This was because everyone thought that killer, this guy from the annihilation gallery, was nothing but a troublemaker.

ㅇㅇ – Why the hell would you select such a troublemaker? Did you feel a sense of camaraderie or something?

ㅇㅇ – I knew this would happen. Even killer, what kind of concept is “killer,” he’s just trying to provoke people.

ㅇㅇ – Your mother ㅋㅋ

ㅇㅇ – This administrator is really a piece of work

ㅇㅇ – I was desperate too, why wasn’t I chosen?

ㅇㅇ – Sigh…

ㅇㅇ – I was really desperate

Shortly after, killer’s post went up.

killer – Seems like I really won. Life is full of surprises. Luck, I’ve never had it even once since I joined here.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – You’re really consistent too

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – If he’s at this level, we should acknowledge his concept

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – As soon as the block function appears, he gets blocked immediately.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – Right now, everyone’s getting blocked left and right, but not this guy?

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – It’s even more chilling that he’s doing this with a verified account.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – Even worse, the administrator who picked him knowing all this is more malicious.

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – What kind of “killer” spews out hundreds of posts a day.

ㄴ love peace – Congratulations, killer! But taking people’s lives is not right! Luck has come your way, so now you should live kindly!

ㄴ ㅇㅇ – In a way, this guy is also despicable.

The community’s response was indifferent, but I didn’t pay much attention. In fact, this kind of event usually elicits such reactions. Isn’t it the same with the lottery? Imagine someone around you winning the lottery and then being able to post on an anonymous community. Wouldn’t everyone vent about how painful it is that their distant or close relative won? Well, maybe not.

Soon after, when I open the event, the atmosphere will calm down. For now, I’ll put aside the negative community reactions. I activated the user-to-user 1:1 chat function, which is only possible with administrator privileges, and connected directly to killer.

Administrator – If there’s anything you want, tell me. I’ll send it via warp.

killer – Anything will do?

Administrator – If I have it, then yes. I really have almost everything, reaching the level of a grand wizard. I can boast that I have everything from most hidden pieces to weapons, consumables, and more. I’m confident that I can provide any weapon that could help a guy like killer in a life-threatening situation.

Administrator – What do you want?

killer – A family photo.

‘Huh?’ How am I supposed to deliver a stranger’s family photo that I’ve never even seen before?

Administrator – I can’t send that.

killer – You said you could send anything earlier.

Administrator – Hm. Try telling me something like a weapon or food.

killer – I don’t need anything… because having a little food or weapons won’t help me escape. No matter what item you send, I’ll soon die. I just wanted to see a family photo. I wasn’t close to my family anyway.

After several exchanges, killer’s attitude remained resolute. If it’s not a family photo, he won’t accept any other item. The first event was starting to exude a sense of failure. If I ended up not giving anything at all, it would damage the administrator’s reputation. It was a situation where I could be seen as a liar.

Administrator – I’ll just send something random.

I couldn’t ruin the first event like this, so I started rummaging through the warehouse. Just as befitting a world with magic, I could immediately find items for an assassin facing death.

“A bottle of elixir… No, maybe two bottles would be enough?”

A miraculous potion that saves even those on the brink of death. It’s a potion of immense value, but it can be mass-produced. With about two bottles, wouldn’t even “killer” be able to survive? With such thoughts in mind, I neatly began to package them in a pretty box.

*Click!*

Then, I took a picture of the neatly packed two bottles of elixir and uploaded it to the community.

ㅇㅇ[Administrator] – Delivering two bottles of elixir to the event winner, killer~

Following that, I began to read specifically about the Warp function, one of the administrator’s functions.

[Administrator Warp Function] – You can transfer your owned items to the desired user. The Administrator Warp Function is only available to certified users.

“How do you use this?”

The explanation was very unfriendly and ambiguous.

“Did the translator mess up? Transfer your owned items… What does that even mean?”

What does it mean to transfer an item and then transfer it together? And I decided to put off the question of why the skill name is ‘Warp’. It was because I had to send the elixir to killer before that guy died.

“Hup!”

After trying every possible show, I found out a fact. By concentrating mana in my body and recalling the word “Warp” in my mind, the administrator function could be used.

– Would you like to use the Warp function to transfer the item together?

I nodded without much thought. Then,

– The designated item will be warped together with the user, killer.

“Wha… wha…?”

As I stammered like an idiot, light began to envelop my body in an instant.

The item and I were ‘warped’ together.

I directly confirmed the meaning of that word with my own eyes.

— — —

A chilly cave. A lovely girl, stained with blood, was gasping for breath, on the verge of death. Licking the water in the cave, she absentmindedly stared into space. As she waved her hand a few times, something began to be written.

Killer – This is really the limit now… I want to stop licking the stagnant water in the cave. Following that, the girl leaned against the wall, pressing her hand against her injured area, gasping for breath. It’s been three days already. She’s been staunchly applying pressure to her serious wound without it healing, barely eating, only drinking water.

The girl chuckled.

She found herself ridiculous for clinging to life like a fool, even though she knew there was no hope. Surrounded by dozens of assassins, no way out, and seriously injured. No matter what tricks she tried, she couldn’t escape. Her death was only postponed, not a definite fact.

In such a situation,

“Argh!”

A white light began to appear in an instant.

“Darn it…”

The girl immediately staggered to her feet and grasped the sword in her hand. Just as she was preparing for an attack, a man who appeared as if from a box looked around awkwardly and then smiled.

“Nice to see you, killer…?”