First-Person Protagonist Viewpoint (1)

Kim Dokja occupied ten stations exactly as Park Jinwoo had intended and selected the privilege of the King of Immortality from the flag’s special benefits.

She had fully expected to burn to death in Ignir’s Flames of Destruction and immediately revive through the King of Immortality trait. Unfortunately, that was not what happened.

For reasons unknown, her revival was delayed, and Stage 3 of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint forcibly unfolded before her eyes. Suddenly she could see Gong Pildu, Yoo Sangah, and Lee Gilyoung standing in Chungmuro Station.

She even saw the moment they were ambushed by the Apostles.

—I’ll take Lee Jihye. Without the sea, she’s nothing special.

—What the hell did you just say, you bastard?

If Park Jinwoo heard that, he’d go berserk and kill that bald bastard on the spot…

The bald man with the number “7” stamped on his shoulder licked his lips while staring at Lee Jihye, then casually dismissed her. Even though Kim Dokja had only known the girl for a short time, the image of Park Jinwoo—who doted on Lee Jihye so much—flashed through her mind.

Come to think of it… the overall stats Park Jinwoo showed earlier looked like they were already in the high thirties at minimum. He already gathered that many coins? No wonder he casually claimed he was number one in stats among us.

Kim Dokja recalled the fight Park Jinwoo had put on against Ignir and briefly sank into thought about the man.

A pervert who openly lusted after women. A man overflowing with mischief. Someone who adapted to this world with unnatural speed. And a man who somehow always saw straight through her intentions…

While she was organizing her thoughts about Park Jinwoo, battle erupted in Chungmuro Station.

The Apostles fighting the people of Chungmuro wore expressions of pure shock. Gong Pildu and Lee Jihye’s combat power far exceeded what they knew from the original third regression.

The presence of Lee Gilyoung and Yoo Sangah—characters who never even appeared in Ways of Survival—further dampened the Apostles’ momentum. Then Kim Dokja’s eyes flew wide open in horror.

The King of the Apostles was holding a Mass Destruction Magic Bomb and hurling it straight at the people of Chungmuro.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…!? It doesn’t work on higher-grade monsters, but they actually prepared a weapon of mass slaughter for use against humans?

The Mass Destruction Magic Bomb was a weapon that could only be crafted by combining certain materials that appeared in the Gangseo and Gangnam regions with a handful of items purchasable from the Dokkaebi Bag.

The bomb the King of the Apostles threw instantly engulfed the people of Chungmuro.

Some were unfortunate enough to have their limbs torn off. Others suffered injuries so severe they could no longer move. A few got away with only light wounds.

Kim Dokja’s companions—Lee Gilyoung and Yoo Sangah—also took heavy damage and collapsed to the floor. Gong Pildu was covered in wounds. Lee Jihye, badly injured, lay sprawled on the ground. The bald Apostle grabbed her by the hair and yanked her upright.

That son of a bitch… grabbing a kid’s hair like that…!

Ugh…!

Kim Dokja’s vision suddenly swam. A violent wave of nausea hit her, as if she had been struck by the worst motion sickness of her life.

Just as the overwhelming nausea made her body start to tip backward, Kim Dokja suddenly found herself standing in Chungmuro Station.

What… how is this possible? I can feel the ground under my feet…?

She was standing in Chungmuro. The sensation of walking on solid ground left her completely disoriented.

She rolled her eyes forward. Lee Jihye was looking at her with tears streaming down her face. No—it wasn’t just Lee Jihye.

Everyone is staring at me… How is this even possible?

Every single person in Chungmuro was looking at her. The station’s survivors. The Apostles. All of them.

She slowly walked toward Lee Jihye.

More precisely, her body moved on its own, completely independent of her will.

She reached the spot where the fallen Lee Jihye and the Seventh Apostle stood, then slowly drew a sword.

The blade slid free of its scabbard with a soft hiss. The sensation of that steel, the way it revealed itself so slowly, sent a chill racing down her spine.

The Seventh Apostle frowned and asked,

“Who the hell are…?”

Shhk.

Her hand closed around the hilt as if she had done this millions of times before.

The feeling of her fingers wrapping around the grip was unfamiliar.

Yet the draw itself was so natural—so beautiful—that it was almost artistic.

She shuddered at the fantastical sensation she had never experienced in her entire life.

A silent blade moved.

No one could see it.

Something simply flashed past.

Something was severed.

Something fell to the floor.

Some people recoiled in horror. Others stood with their mouths hanging open in blank shock.

And when the Seventh Apostle’s head finally hit the ground with a dull thud, she finally understood.

Ah. No way.

Ah, I really hate this. I hate this so much…

Her hands moved, gently catching Lee Jihye’s small body as it began to fall.

Only then did Lee Jihye close her eyes with a look of relief. She gazed down at the girl for a moment, then lifted her eyes to the enemies still standing on the platform.

She slowly opened her mouth.

She leveled the drawn sword at the enemies who had shattered the quiet peace of Chungmuro Station.

Kwoooooooar…….

I looked down expressionlessly at Ignir, whose entire body except for the head had been frozen solid.

“……Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue and roughly scratched at my increasingly complicated head.

I deliberately let Kim Dokja die so she could experience Stage 3 of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and the first-person protagonist viewpoint, but still…

Even if it was for the sake of the protagonist of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, I never imagined I would end up doing something like this.

“Haa… this is bittersweet.”

I plopped down on top of Ignir’s head—still slowly freezing to death—and let out a small sigh.

“Well… at least I’m freezing a fire dragon to death in the most humiliating, disgraceful way possible. Try not to hold it against me too much.”

Not that Kim Dokja would ever find out unless I told her myself.

I sat there blankly, waiting for Ignir to finish freezing to death. Then I heard the crackle of sparks beside me.

Pajik! Pajijik!

Tszzzzzzt!

I turned my head. Something was slowly materializing out of empty air.

Accompanied by sparks, a single hand appeared in midair. Then a foot, a calf, an arm, a thigh, a shoulder, an abdomen, a back, a chest, a pelvis—body parts regenerated one after another until finally the face completed itself.

Click.

“………….”

I secretly snapped a photo of the completely naked Kim Dokja—who had just revived through the King of Immortality trait—with an instant camera, then jumped down toward her.

Having only just revived, Kim Dokja was sitting blankly on the ground. She was probably still feeling the afterimage of the sword stroke Yoo Joonghyuk had swung after experiencing Stage 3 of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and the first-person protagonist viewpoint.

I landed right in front of her and stood there.

She flinched.

Kim Dokja had been sitting there in a daze when someone suddenly appeared before her. Her body gave a sharp tremble.

She slowly raised her head and looked up at me.

“……………….”

“……………….”

Hmm. Nice.

It was probably the wrong thing to think about a woman who had just come back from the dead, but her current appearance was far too alluring for me.

Especially since the first main scenario had started and I had already been living a life of forced abstinence for over a week—no, almost two full weeks.

I slowly lowered my gaze and examined Kim Dokja’s face first.

Look at that skin as white as white jade, those captivating red lips, those long eyelashes, and those two eyes like black pearls. I could call her a goddess without feeling a single shred of guilt.

While I was staring blankly at her face, a small breeze suddenly blew through Anguk Station. The wind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠made her long black hair—black silk itself—flutter and barely cover her body.

Unfortunately, her hair alone was nowhere near enough to completely hide her, which only made the sight even more bewitching. I stared at her in a daze.

I lowered my eyes and slowly took in her upper body. Her collarbones, her small shoulders, and those beautiful teardrop-shaped breasts that looked like they were at least an F-cup, and the pi— ahem!

Then I rolled my eyes further down and examined her lower half.

Her vertical navel, her pelvis that looked like a work of art, her smooth thighs, her long, slender legs.

There was not a single ugly point. Her figure was so perfect that not a single flaw could be found.

I had known she was beautiful ever since we first met on Dongho Bridge and traveled together, but the seductive pose Kim Dokja was currently striking was incomparable to anything I had seen from her before.

It was genuinely difficult to tear my eyes away from her naked body, but I could no longer afford to waste time. With a feeling like bloody tears were streaming from my eyes, I forcibly pulled my gaze off her and spoke.

“………At least put this on for now.”

I endlessly recited the national anthem inside my head while exercising superhuman patience, desperately trying to calm my precious partner that was trying to stand at attention.

Then I draped a bathrobe I had bought from a regular store over her body and placed a pair of black rabbit ears on her head.

“Eh……?”

Only when I put the bathrobe on her did Kim Dokja finally react. She looked up at me with trembling eyes.

She tightly hugged the bathrobe draped over her shoulders with both shaking hands. Fortunately, she seemed completely unaware of the black rabbit ears (the black color is important★) sitting on her head. Or maybe she was too panicked to notice them.

“Y-you… you… you saw………?”

Completely unlike her usual self, her voice was a complete mess as she stammered the question. Tears were welling up in both of her eyes.

I quietly turned my gaze to the side and answered.

“I didn’t see anything……….”

“That’s a lie…. Hah, you perverted bastard… Someday I-I’ll definitely kill you……….”

Kim Dokja glared at me with tears still hanging from her eyes and whispered the words, yet a firm resolve was mixed into them.

Her words toward me were a tangled mess of emotions—contempt, shame, and pure rage.

I looked down at her for a moment, then turned my back and said,

“I’ll keep looking the other way for now. At least put the bathrobe on properly.”

“………!?”

The moment I turned around, I heard the frantic rustling of someone hurriedly adjusting clothes behind me.

While I had my back turned so Kim Dokja could dress comfortably, I spotted Jung Heewon far away shouting something in our direction.

Lee Hyunsung, Jung Minseob, and Lee Seongguk were also staring this way with expressions of complete shock.

I waved at them and gestured for them to come over.

Thud!

“Ugh?!”

Someone suddenly kicked me hard in the back. It was obviously Kim Dokja.

I glanced over my shoulder. Kim Dokja’s face was bright red, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes as she glared at me while huffing and puffing.

“Th-this really isn’t my fault, you know that, right?”

“…………I don’t know.”

She clearly understood that what just happened wasn’t my fault, but the fact that I had seen her naked body was still true. She whipped her head away and pretended not to know.

Then she turned around, spotted the frozen Ignir, and her eyes went wide with shock. She shot me a quick glance, brushed past me, and collected the flag and the Unbreakable Faith lying at Ignir’s feet.

“Dokja-ssi!”

“Representative!”

At that moment Jung Heewon, Lee Hyunsung, Jung Minseob, and Lee Seongguk came running toward us.

“Ah, everyone…”

“Dokja-ssi!”

Whump!

Jung Heewon reached Kim Dokja first and hugged her with all her strength, her face full of relief that she was safe.

“Hee… Heewon-ssi? It’s a little hard to breathe…”

“Just shut up and let me hug you for now… Someone who made everyone worry this much sure talks a lot…”

“…I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Kim Dokja made an apologetic face at Jung Heewon’s words and hugged her back.

Hmm. Nice view.

I quietly observed the embrace of two beauties and the way a certain teardrop-shaped something got squished between them.

Suddenly a flood of system messages popped up in front of my eyes.

I stopped observing the two beauties hugging and looked at the Ignir I had frozen solid with my own hands.

The final form of Ignir, completely encased in ice and dead.

Originally I had wanted to kill him while leaving the body as intact as possible, but the moment Kim Dokja died right in front of my eyes, I completely lost it and gave the bastard a truly horrific end.

A fire dragon freezing to death… That must have been an unforgettable humiliation for the bastard.

While I was staring at Ignir’s corpse with a complicated expression, constellation messages began pouring in one after another.

At some point a mid-grade dokkaebi had appeared in midair and was quietly glaring at both me and Kim Dokja.

It’s glaring at Kim Dokja too…? Is it because a woman who should have stayed dead just came back to life?

I didn’t understand the mid-grade dokkaebi’s behavior, but either way, it was finally time to collect the sweet rewards.

I brushed past the companions who were clinging to Kim Dokja and chattering away, and walked toward the frozen corpse of Ignir.

“「Extraction.」”

It was time to harvest dragon meat, the core of a fire dragon species, bones, scales, and skills.