Chapter 0

A bleached scene unfolded in front of his eyes.

Jung Eugene blinked. When he was crossing the road, he was hit by a vehicle that ignored the signal and rushed at him.

The shock was incredible. All sorts of thoughts rushed to his mind at the same time in a brief moment: that he must have been seriously injured or killed; that his parents must be worried about him; that he was only 21 years old and too much had happened; that it was a lot to take in and must have lost his mind but when he opened his eyes, he was still here.

“Is this a dream?”

If it was a dream, it could be said that he was alive. However, the scene was too real to be a dream.

The floor and the ceiling, everything was as white as a sheet of paper.

Above all, white pillars were lined up endlessly on both sides of Eugene. They were pillars that could only be seen in the ancient Greek period having the ancient Greek style. It felt as if he was standing in the middle of a Greek temple.

I’m a little too old to have this kind of dream.

“Don’t tell me…”

Is this the afterlife?

He looked around in surprise. The scenery remained the same. And he realized that he was also wearing something like a white robe.

“What’s this?”

It wasn’t known if it was a lucid dream or the afterlife, but he thought that whatever was happening was really strange.

—Warrior—

—Our warrior—

—Save the world—

—Please save our world—

Voices echoed from all directions. It wasn’t just one or two voices. Dozens and hundreds of people seemed to be speaking at the same time.

Warrior? Save the world?

Eugene lost his consciousness again, thinking that if this was a story, he would definitely not include such lines if he were to write about it.