Gate Installment Lottery Win
"What the hell is this? Some new kind of scam?"
I wouldn't have given it a second glance normally. But today, some inexplicable whim struck me. With nothing but time on my hands in my unemployed life, I figured I'd finally clean out my overflowing inbox. That was the trigger. Honestly, this kind of mindless busywork was kinda addictive in a weird way.
"Already six months, huh."
Half a year without stepping outside. Games and streaming services had lost their appeal. My brain felt like it was melting from endless short-form videos when I spotted that one email.
The subject line alone screamed "shoddy, friendly scam from the neighbor country." But something was off. Normally, I'd scoff and delete trash like this without a thought. Why was I so damn curious? An urge to click bubbled up like a volcano from my toes.
"Click it? What if they steal all my info?"
The hesitation didn't last. I had nothing worth stealing anyway. My entire fortune: 300,000 won in the bank, 400,000 cash for rent, and 500,000 for living expenses. My freakish preference for cash over cards meant hackers would find jack shit.
"Oh right, gotta write that resume too..."
A year of sweet unemployment bliss was hitting its end. With the balance scraping bottom, it was time to dive into job-hunting hell.
"Fine, click once, then resume. If it sucks, hit the temp agency. Healthy limbs mean I won't starve."
I tossed hesitation aside and lightly clicked the left mouse button.
Click.
The screen that popped up was that bizarre one from the email.
◈ Total Area: 168,302,520 ha
◈ Climate: Warm 28.7~33.3°C / Brief -30°C winters
◈ Features: Diverse biomes, resources, subjugate thousands of races
◈ Loyal subjects await!
1 Year Free → Then 8.3 Billion Monthly x10 Years!
Tacky primary colors, fonts jumping everywhere. With the broken translation, it looked like a gambling ad or real estate scam. Real estate... but the scale was insane.
"This is way too ridiculous."
Gate? Like the ones in webnovels and hunter stories? And 168,302,520 ha? Too big to grasp, so I Googled quick. South Korea's total land is just over 10 million ha... that's 16 times our country.
"Does this even make sense?"
Game ad or elaborate troll, for sure. But the quality was trash even blindfolded. At the bottom, "CLICK" blinked like a cheesy neon sign, tempting me.
"Ah... I really wanna click it."
Should I? Dive into full scam territory? Nothing to lose anyway. Virus bricks the PC? Toss it and day-labor.
"Fuck it. Click and if I don't die, jackpot!"
I gripped the mouse with a whatever attitude.
Click.
The screen switched with a cheerful click. A shitty roulette like from a backroom casino site appeared, with a big [START] button below. The slots were a riot.
Planet-Class God / Bored Constellation / Fallen Hero / Dark Sage / Transcendent Beast
"Whoa, check the lineup. Peak chuunibyou vibes."
Clicking might brick the PC or pop a payment window—fear lingered. But whatever. I'm already a voluntary shut-in, bottom-barrel life. Only lose an old computer and 300k won. Look before leaping? Nah.
Seemed more low-rent gacha than scam from the flow.
"Can't resist gacha like this."
Life's 7 luck 3 effort, but gacha's 90% luck. If the game fits, I'd drop small cash. Resume? Tomorrow me's problem.
Game confirmed, relief hit. I smashed [START] without hesitation.
Seconds of loading, then crap graphics fireworks and a tinny boom-boom-boom! blared from speakers.
"Hidden piece? Right off the bat?"
Marketing gimmick or real luck? Mood was good either way.
"Outer God good? Hidden means OP, right."
Smirking, arms crossed, I waited for next.
Select your main character: Outer God
"...Ugh, what the hell?"
The six Outer God characters on screen? All nightmares. Beyond grotesque—repulsive.
[Eye of Envy / Tentacles of Avarice / Lewd Centipede / Satan of Wrath / Fly of Sloth / Wings of Pride]
"Yo, dev got issues? Outer Gods should be mystical, noble!"
Visuals: Hellscroll summary. Hundreds of oozing eyeballs, gaping maw devouring corpses, vomit-like tentacles writhing. 'Wrath Satan' and 'Pride Wings' looked semi-normal demons, but off-putting. Too cliché?
My eyes landed on [Lewd Centipede].
"...Least bad."
Heavy chitin-armored body crushing naked humans—grotesque, but tame compared. 'Lewd' hinted at spicy 19+ events.
"Fuck it. Centipede it is!"
Instinct clicked [Lewd Centipede].
Zzt!
Sudden vertigo pierced my brain.
"Ah, shit... what's this?"
Anemic from junk food? Closed eyes tight, reopened. But not monitor—words floated on my retina.
You have been registered as owner of Gate (Earth-4234).
From 1 year: 8,333,333,333 won monthly installments deducted. Non-payment: Soul seized.
"...?"
Hallucinating? Rubbed eyes—nope, sharper.
Agree to start relocation immediately.
Agree: Yes / Disagree: No
[※ Per Dimensional Management Act Article 10 Section 1, disagreement cancels purchase.]
"Fuck, what is this shit?"
Curse slipped as nameless helplessness crushed me. Alien, disgusting.
Started as dizziness. Then air thickened—like sticky melted cotton candy wrapping me.
"Uh...?"
No voice. Sweet-fishy purple slime choked lungs on inhale. Dense goo clogged pores.
Terror surged. Something very wrong. That damn scam email caused it all. Not ordinary scam.
Logic screamed no, but instinct knew: Hit 'No' fast.
Desperately shifted gaze down. Blurry vision caught it.
Agree: Yes / Disagree: Yes
"...?"
Brain froze. No 'No'? Was there before. Only 'Yes' either way.
Panicking, new message.
Response timeout.
Proceeding as user agreement.
'No!!'
Scream rose but died inside. Will shattered silently.
Sensation severed from extremities. Fingertips, toes vanished—not gone, just unperceivable. Visible, but signals cut.
"What... is this..."
Thrashing deepened the mire. Invisible weight crushed lift attempts. Vertigo waves. Vision spun, warped. Monitor, dingy walls smeared like watercolor.
Full body numb. Solid? Liquid? Consciousness flickered. Terror fogged to mist.
Last: Crisp mechanical tone invaded ears.
Consciousness dissipating.
Removing insignificant insect flesh.
Initiating forced relocation sequence.
With that, I sank into deep, sticky darkness.
Consciousness returned with brutal vertigo. Body heavy as waterlogged cotton, helplessness vivid.
After dazed eternity, instinct lifted head. I was crawling officetel hallway floor. Not dream—messages still floated.
You are currently in 'Larva' state. Return to incubator immediately.
Adult growth incomplete.
Distance to incubator too far.
Non-arrival in time limit: Flesh collapse begins.
"What... larva? Adult?"
Too weak to stand, crawling blindly. Good: My two-room door visible afar. Not isekai'd to fantasy world.
Incubator arrival probability in time limit: 0%
Alternative: Enter residence immediately and select 'Avatar'.
"Was gonna anyway, fuck."
Flailing to door. Password needs standing—tough. Crawled more, propped on wall. Hands gripped, pushed. First pair legs braced floor, second supported, third, fourth shifted...
"...Huh?"
Something wrong. Too natural—why third, fourth legs? Focus: Dozens scraping floor.
Panic rose, but instinct stood body against wall. Reaching for keypad, froze.
"...!"
No arms—short, blunt protrusion punching keys.
"What the fuck!"
Familiar horror: Nature doc larva legs.
"Kieeeek!"
Screamed like J-horror heroine. Fumbled knob, crashed into living room.
Splat!
Upside-down view: My 'body'.
"Am... I dreaming?"
Dozens legs flailing air. Scene horrific enough for blackout.