Becoming an S-Class Awakener
It wasn't just a feeling. "What the hell? What is this…"
Woojin realized his body had completely transformed. Where once his chest had been so frail that his ribs showed clearly through the skin, now a solid wall of powerful muscle filled his vision. His hands were larger. His entire frame had grown. The female zombie that had been straddling him slid backward with a wet, obscene sound as his cock slipped free.
Holy shit.
'My dick got bigger too?!'
It had to be at least eighteen centimeters now. But the change wasn't just in size. The shaft curved upward with aggressive strength, thick as a wrist and hard as an iron bar. Veins pulsed visibly around the pillar like angry roots. It was the ideal specimen, the kind of cock that left no room for a man to feel inadequate.
When he stood up, even his perspective on the world had changed. He must have grown taller as well. Pushing the clinging zombie woman behind him, Woojin fell into deep thought.
"How the hell did this happen…"
Until just moments ago, his soul had been drifting through countless other dimensions. Should he call it a link? Or possession? He couldn't define it precisely, but he had lived through an endless number of lives. He hadn't experienced every beginning and every end with them. To make it easier to explain, if he called his original self the core and the others fragments, then—perhaps because the keyword was always sex—the only parts he had shared with those fragments were the process leading up to the act and the act itself. He had received only the condensed essence of those experiences.
In simple terms, unless he had died a virgin in every single one of those worlds, Woojin had essentially lived through the sexual lives of every version of himself across countless dimensions.
It had been an utterly astonishing experience.
The beginning was always the same. He would enter the body of a specific fragment who was just about to have sex. At the same time, he would awaken to who that "self" was and what kind of life they had lived. The difference from true possession was that he couldn't move the body according to his own will. It was like wearing an incredibly realistic VR headset and voyeuristically watching another version of himself live out his life.
Woojin had always been something of an expert at voyeurism, having spent years secretly observing the female zombies. His mind was already primed to enjoy this kind of voyeuristic experience.
At first, every situation involving the opposite sex had been thrilling. He didn't know the title or the exact plot, but he knew the genre was strictly adult. Just watching the characters made his heart race with questions like, Is he really going to do it with her?!
Back then he had known nothing about women, so even the smallest conversations felt fresh and new.
"Those days were truly shocking…"
The first real shock came when one of his fragments—the one named Youngjin—had moved out of his parents' house and into an apartment they had kept for investment purposes. The unit right across the hall was occupied by a young couple in their late twenties. Unlike Woojin himself, that fragment had been bright and sociable. He greeted the neighbors every time they met and eventually grew close to them.
Then one day, after some personal conversation about whether he had a girlfriend and how lonely it must be living alone, the couple exchanged glances and invited him over for dinner.
He had understood it as a simple meal between neighbors who had become friendly. So, as promised, he crossed over to their apartment around eight in the evening. What greeted Youngjin wasn't a dinner table but an expensive bottle of wine and a drinking party.
After two or three glasses, once the mood had sufficiently ripened, he learned the true purpose of the invitation. What they wanted wasn't a guest. They wanted a "bull." The young couple had a netorare fetish and had chosen their friendly next-door neighbor as the target to spice up their sex life.
"I really thought I was going to faint back then."
While he sat there stunned by the completely unexpected proposal, the wife smiled and said, 'Why? If you're nervous, should Noona give you a little taste first?' Then she crossed over to him, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and began to suck.
Youngjin trembled, overwhelmed by the first genuine blowjob he had ever received from a married woman. The husband watched with a meaningful smile, slowly swirling the wine in his glass.
'Wow… Even while experiencing it, I couldn't believe it was real.'
There really were all kinds of things in this world. That was the day Woojin realized he had been living inside a very small well.
Sex could be innocent. It could be loving. It could be beautiful. It could be ugly. It could be desperate. It could be obsessive.
Sex was both completely the same and entirely different every single time.
After roughly a hundred years of this—after experiencing countless pseudo-romances and becoming something of an expert in that field—Woojin began to feel frustrated with the fragments who acted in ways completely opposite to his own thoughts.
"To think I'd end up inside a hopeless virgin who couldn't be saved."
A guy who had learned about romance from anime. It was genuinely infuriating. How could there exist someone who knew even less about women than he did? And not even in an apocalyptic world, but in a perfectly normal one!
What was even harder to believe was that sex had been scheduled for even that pathetic, socially crippled version of himself. It seemed impossible, yet he had no choice but to believe it. If it weren't true, he wouldn't have been sent there in the first place.
That was when he started giving advice to his fragments. They couldn't hear him, of course, but it became strangely entertaining. When his predictions were exactly right, he felt incredible satisfaction. When they were wrong, he reflected on his own shortcomings.
How wonderful it would be if he could read not only the fragment's thoughts but the other person's as well.
And then, amazingly, Woojin gained the ability to look into the hearts and minds of everyone around him if he wished. He wasn't trapped in a single perspective. He could view events from the viewpoints of the people surrounding the fragment. He had obtained a cheat key.
Some lives he experienced in first-person, guessing and reasoning from the limited information the fragment could see and hear. Others he watched in third-person, observing every surrounding situation, understanding exactly why and how things unfolded.
Every single day was thrilling. There was never a dull moment. The genres weren't limited to romance. There was horror. There were thrillers. There were pure love stories and science fiction. He had even lived as an alien once, and another time as some unidentifiable monster.
By the time it was over, he had spent the equivalent of at least a thousand years. Perhaps even ten thousand. Possibly an eternity that surpassed the scale of millennia. And all of it had been lives connected only to sex. The fact that he felt no mental fatigue despite the passage of time was probably because he existed as a spiritual entity.
It was a miracle on an entirely different level from simply "realizing one's past lives."
Anyway.
Now that he had returned to his original body.
"Wow… How is this even possible?"
Every person he had inhabited, every event he had experienced, came back to him with perfect clarity. Strangely, the memories of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of experiences remained completely intact. It was like replaying ultra-high-definition videos inside his mind. Even trivial conversations that should have been forgotten, even a single strand of hair falling across a lover's face, remained vivid. Not just the people, but every single scene.
Logically, this shouldn't have been possible.
'No matter how much potential the human brain has, can it really handle this?'
Perfect recall had its limits. If a person remembered this much information, they shouldn't be able to stay sane. Unless they were a god. To survive, his subconscious should have reset all those memories and turned him into an empty shell…
Anyway.
What mattered right now was why his body had changed. The experiences themselves were clearly supernatural, but while it might make sense for his mind to be different, there was no logical reason for his physical appearance to change.
Then… there was only one other possibility.
Awakening.
He had definitely heard that he had awakened. But—
"I've never heard of someone's body changing just because they awakened?"
He glanced at the shoulder the zombie woman had bitten. Only a faint bloodstain remained. The wound itself had completely vanished.
'This is insane.'
He would find out exactly what had happened. With a heart full of excitement and anticipation, Woojin took a deep, nervous breath.
'It better not be blank.'
Carefully, he spoke the word.
"…Status Window."
Rank: S
"Huk!"
A gasp escaped him from the very first line.
"What… What? S-class?"
This was crazy…! S-class Awakeners were so rare that each country could count them on one hand. And now he was one of them?!
Having an S rank also meant that among his skills, at least one was guaranteed to be S-class.