Fallen Seoul

Anomaly pussy. Anomaly pussy. Human ones are off-limits. That'd be a moral problem.

Eun-hwa? Escape? Resolving the anomaly?

I set those trivial concerns aside for now. They were problems I couldn't solve at the moment.

What I needed right now was pussy.

It was my reason to keep living in this desolate anomaly — my light and my salt. Without anomaly pussy, I would wither and die.

Finding a calendar wasn't hard. They hung in corridors all over the place.

Oh, is that so.

I could afford to loosen up a little. I relaxed my muscles and walked down the corridor.

Pussy, pussy, pussy.

I prowled the halls, scouting for prey — hunting for the driving force that would let me keep moving forward through this anomaly.

A woman stood with her hands clasped together in prayer.

According to GoeBungi1231, a woman bearing a special symbol held an important position in this cult. Monsters found in the highest-priority facilities usually wore outfits like hers.

Magic Conch Flute. Will I die if I touch this anomaly's pussy?

Yes!

It said I could touch her. I carefully reached out and slipped my hand under her skirt.

Even with me openly groping her pussy, the woman showed no particular reaction.

I'd die if I tried to have sex, though, right?

I'd let go of my dignity, but I hadn't let go of my reason. I planned to content myself with just touching her pussy and head back.

"...Nnh."

Her face flushed slightly. Her breathing quickened — she was getting a little aroused from the caress.

Whoa. Anomalies can feel it too.

Was she a pure anomaly? Or did she have an original somewhere? I had no idea.

But one thing was certain: the flushed face of this anomaly was incredibly hot.

I kept caressing her pussy and ran my hand over her skin. That smooth skin alone was enough to get me hard. I followed the grain of her skin upward.

Destination: her small breasts. They were noticeably tiny.

Hehe. Tits.

New breasts! I reached out to grab them.

What the hell is this.

It wasn't the soft, yielding ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sensation I'd expected. It felt like hard paper. I reached into her clothes and pulled out the unidentified object.

"A map?"

The paper was a map — a complete layout of the entire cult compound. I'd secured a full map of the cult from the most unexpected place.

He never mentioned anything about a map, did he?

The gallery was on fire with posts about me. Speculation threads blanketed the entire board.

No more replies after that.

I decided to give GoeBungi1231 some time and asked about something else I'd been curious about.

The veteran dad-joke guy's explanation gave me pause. It made sense. From what I'd seen of her, Eun-hwa wasn't the type to break under pressure and surrender to an anomaly.

But why Eun-hwa of all people?

There were plenty of other women. Why specifically mark her as the Saintess?

Don't tell me anomalies have a thing for beautiful women too?

Someone as gorgeous as Eun-hwa would make a fine Saintess. Going by looks alone, she was well-suited for the role.

No. There's no way this insane cult works like that.

I had far too little information. Nowhere near enough to fight back against this anomaly. Goe-bung-i had said he knew nothing about the Saintess either.

Clutching my head wouldn't produce answers. I'd explore and grab even the smallest clue.

We've got plenty of time.

I decided to eat lunch and spend the afternoon exploring.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I headed off to eat. As long as you followed the rules, life in the cult was survivable enough. I finished a flavorless, tasteless meal and returned to my room.

Are there new anomalies outside?

I pressed my temple and launched into a full mental victory lap. Out there, some absolutely stunning beauty of an anomaly was waiting. Without this kind of self-delusion, I'd lose the drive to keep going.

Destination: the northern edge. We'd reach the point GoeBungi1231 had never managed to get to.

"I'll be back before dinner. And when I return, I'll bring back even the smallest clue."

"Yes, please make sure you come back."

"I'm sorry I haven't been of any help."

I intended to use every last bit of Friday. Explore as wide an area as possible, then move on to the next zone.

Together with Goe-bung-i, I left the cult compound. Using the side paths marked on the map, we could travel without interference from the anomaly.

We climbed the mountain. We reached the summit without a single obstacle. We didn't even need the side paths — there wasn't a single anomaly roaming the mountain to begin with.

Like the anomaly gave us permission to climb.

A mountain GoeBungi1231 had never been able to scale no matter what he tried had opened up for us with absurd ease.

At the peak, I looked out over the other side. Behind us lay the cult compound. And on the opposite side...

"Seoul?"

The city where I was born and raised. Seoul was there — the landscape of a fallen, collapsed city.

Even if it killed me, I was going down there. I needed to confirm whether the Seoul below was real or an illusion.

Looks like it's been ruined for a long time.

I stepped over shattered glass and pressed forward. In the distance, the Management Bureau Building came into view — every window broken, reduced to a grotesque husk of itself.

I entered the building. The first-floor lobby was packed with writing carved into every surface.

Text that looked like it had been left by Management Bureau staff filled the walls from end to end. I read the writing carefully — frantic notes left by Bureau employees — and descended the Bureau's stairwell as I did.

"There's a door."

Stairs leading underground. I forced open a thick steel door and went inside.

It was a basement that seemed to have been inhabited until fairly recently. Food, bottled water, and daily necessities were scattered throughout the first basement level.

I picked up a notebook that had fallen on the floor. The handwriting looked hastily scrawled. Blood stained the paper. I didn't need to check what had become of its owner.

"What is this place?"

I ran my hand along the Management Bureau's wall. An illusion created by the anomaly? It was far too real for that.

"Did we even have seniors like these?"

I pulled personnel records of agents from a filing cabinet. Unfamiliar names appeared one after another on the documents. About twenty-one in total. The rest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the names were blurred out and unreadable.

I made it back in time for the meal.

"Any results?" "Did you find the escape route you mentioned?"

Kim A-rang and Lee Yu-na looked at me with expectant eyes. I had nothing I could say to them. I couldn't meet their gazes and looked away.