Another Survivor 2
Beep-beep— Beep-beep— The warning alarms began blaring like screams. Red warning lights flashed as numbers skyrocketed across the monitors. People in white lab coats rushed about frantically.
"Section Chief! Quantum superposition between T-12 Hell and T-16 Hell has been detected!"
Agent Glenn's shout made Section Chief Park whip his head around. Beads of cold sweat dotted his forehead.
"What? T-12 Hell?"
"Yes, the one that started wasting quantum resources after being observed by the James Webb Telescope. Now they've even touched forbidden quantum computer tech..."
"Ah. Those idiots... What do they think they'll achieve by uncovering the nature of hell... Tsk tsk."
Section Chief Park of the Hell Dimension Administration Bureau (HDA) clutched his head and clicked his tongue.
"We need to seal off T-12 Hell immediately. Send in a massive meteor for forced containment!"
"There are no planet-destroying meteors available nearby. The soonest is in 12 days. And the king of T-12 is still active."
"Is that so? This is bad..."
"Ah! Section Chief! Look at this!"
Agent Glenn pointed at the screen. Normally, superposition phenomena caused cracks in just one dimension. But this was different. Like a massive spiderweb, multiple cracks were forming simultaneously.
"Fuck... What the hell is going—" Section Chief Park's curse hadn't even finished when the director's office door burst open. Director Lee rushed in.
"Current status?"
"Director, the Tartarus Index started surging three minutes ago. Hellgates confirmed within a 2km radius of T-16 Hell. Also in T-52 Hell... and T-2 Hell? Huh?"
Stygian Level 82.1%. Threshold Exceeded...
"Damn... Already over 80?"
Director Lee's face hardened. "This is the first phenomenon observed since the Tartarus protocols began."
"If the king of T-12 is still active... What about the containment team?"
"A-Team and the demon hunter have been dispatched to T-12 Hell, but contact has been lost."
"Who was on the throne in T-12 Hell?"
"Baal. The king who can manipulate cells."
"The infinite hell of cancer and the cycle of death, endless torture?"
"...Yes, Director. But the methods of hell's torments are classified."
Section Chief Park glanced back at Agent Glenn, who was working diligently. Glenn was competent, but he hadn't been cleared for Level 1 secrets yet. As the hesitant Section Chief faltered, the irritated Director Lee barked,
"Section Chief Park, get it together and do your job properly. Agent Glenn may not have clearance yet, but just being here means he has access to Level 1 secrets."
"Yes... Director."
Section Chief Park scratched his head and replied. Director Lee then asked urgently,
"What about T-16 Hell?"
"Belphegor reigns as king."
Director Lee stared intently at Section Chief Park's face. The flustered section chief continued,
"In T-16 Hell, evil spirits possess humans, forcing them to live by the spirits' will rather than their own. Humans can't even twitch a finger... they just watch from inside their own bodies."
Director Lee pursed his dry lips at the explanation. "Ah... the ultimate horror. Once trapped inside your own body..."
That was when it happened.
"Um... Director, Section Chief."
Agent Glenn's voice trembled as he zoomed in on the monitor. He was one of the super-elites who had been climbing the ranks quickly with stellar performance.
"Look here. The overlapping hells... they're forming a specific shape, like someone intentionally arranged them."
"??"
"Here, T-16 and T-12... T-3 and T-21, T-52 and T-63... and if you follow along here."
When Agent Glenn connected the overlapping hells with a 3D pen, the shape of the Star of David emerged.
"Son of a bitch!!"
Director Lee screamed like a banshee upon confirming the Star of David. His hands shook violently, and his eyes began to redden. At the same time, he reached for a red button meticulously hidden under a reinforced glass lid. He started unlocking it with the key around his neck. Director Lee's hands trembled uncontrollably.
"Director... that's..."
"Director! You're not thinking of forcibly sealing all hells, are you?"
Agent Glenn and Section Chief Park's eyes widened in shock.
"No other choice. The hell dimensions are going berserk. If this continues, all hells will connect! If the isolated demon kings combine forces... it'll be the start of the Celestial War."
Celestial War. Also known as the Dimensional Armageddon—the war between gods and demons.
"The demon kings have been secretly pooling their power behind our backs... We've lost control."
Thud— The moment Director Lee pressed the red button, a deafening roar filled their ears, and the power cut out. All monitors went dark in an instant.
"Emergency power! Now!"
With Director Lee's shout, the emergency lights flickered on. Under the dim red glow, Section Chief Park's face turned pale.
"Fuck... Forced sealing failed."
"Director... At least most hell superposition phenomena have stopped. But some hells remain overlapped."
"Was A-Team's leader for T-12 Goddess Athena? Who was the demon hunter?"
"Yes, Director. A-Team leader Athena, demon hunter Van Helsing. They were probably all killed by Baal."
"Damn it... Who was Van Helsing's successor? The demon hunter's power should have been automatically inherited."
"Van Helsing's son is in T-12 Hell."
"Really? Then we're saved. Assemble a new A-Team and issue a mission against Baal in T-12 via status windows and quests."
Section Chief Park hesitated at Director Lee's order.
"But... there's a problem."
"What now?"
"Van Helsing's son's soul has vanished. Prediction is... it crossed into T-16 due to the quantum superposition."
"...Hah."
"Dispatch D-Team to T-16 immediately. Equip them with automated firearms. Find Van Helsing's son."
"Yes!"
As Section Chief Park reported, Agent Glenn, flipping through the manual, began shaking like he had malaria.
"Director... This matches the signs from E-7 document..."
Director Lee's expression hardened instantly. The E-7 document was one of HDA's top secrets. No demon could influence the Hell Dimension Administration Bureau that oversaw all dimensions. Only beings with divinity could enter. E-7 was... the document on the fall of gods.
"No way... A god allied with demons? Which insane god..."
Before Director Lee's mutter ended, an urgent radio from C-Team Leader came in.
"Situation room! Something at HDA HQ Gate 6... No! This is...!" Thud—[Transmission Cut]
"C-Team guarding HDA has lost connection. Team Leader Thor seems to have returned to Valhalla."
No sooner had Agent Glenn's report ended than the thermometer spiked wildly.
"Director! Zone 6 temperature... over 187 degrees! Still rising!"
Director Lee fell silent for a moment. Then, with a resolute expression, he said,
Someone was attacking the Hell Dimension Administration Bureau right now.
"Looks like a fallen god colluding with demons has come calling."
"Agent Glenn, Section Chief Park... Withdraw with B-Team and E-Team."
"Director, you need to evacuate too..."
"I have to stay. Someone needs to record this. And we need to find out which god betrayed us."
The final sensor data lit up red. Meaning the intruder through Zone 6 was nearby. Agent Glenn and Section Chief Park grabbed vital documents and bolted for the emergency exit.
"Agent Glenn! Escape's gonna be tough. To the dimensional hell... Evacuate for now!!"
Section Chief Park's shout echoed as flames began licking his body from the rising heat.
This had happened somewhere in a dimension we were unaware of.
I had a nightmare last night. All night, unable to go to the bathroom. A dream of clenching my asshole tight to hold back leaking diarrhea. And I even had a wet dream. A wet dream... hadn't had one since student days.
The trainee teacher I crushed on in middle school appeared.
"Haaang~~ Woojin, fill teacher's pussy full~~ Pack that chewy pussy!!"
I grabbed her tits with both hands, creampied her, did every kind of sex. But bugs poured out of her pussy. Once all the bugs were out, only her empty skin remained, like a deflated husk on the floor.
The teacher's sagging skin tried to say something to me. Then, the tit-pussy monster appeared, wore her skin like clothes, and turned into her. That horrific scene is still burned into my retinas.
The cracking of bones as it slipped into the skin like clothes assaulted my ears. In the end, the tit-pussy monster claimed the teacher's skin. An even prettier teacher.
"Oh my. Did Woojin get scared? Teacher's become a better teacher now. Will you treat me rougher?"
The tit-pussy monster, wearing the teacher's husk, struck lewd poses to seduce me. Her skin looked cleaner and prettier.
"Haa... Woojin. From the start, I wanted... to be your cock's home."
Every lewd line was perfect. For a guy who never turns down pussy... even in dreams, thank you very much.
The teacher's sex was even better. Thanks to that, massive wet dream. Fuck. Goddamn diarrhea demon.
At least I didn't shit or piss the bed while sleeping. The soaked underwear woke me at seven a.m.
"!~Huuuaaaah."
I chucked the cum-crusted underwear into the laundry.
"Dream... fuck. Wearing human skin like clothes... that's intense?"
Thinking of them as shells, that's how it manifested in the dream.
A morning where the sun chased away gloom and darkness. I looked out the window. The fog was gone, the streets cleaned spotless. Still a red sky, but... way more people heading to work.
Fog cleared, only busy walkers visible. Streets crawling with rats, centipedes, spiders, and venomous bugs last night were pristine. No trace of tit-pussy monster or bear doll freaks. Just commuters filling the roads.
"Huh... huh. Even if the world ends, everyone still goes to work."
They remembered behavioral patterns and followed routines. Commuting was the office workers' routine. The shells commuted for their routines.
"Wait... I shouldn't be sitting here."
Did adulterer CEO Kim Myeon-hyeong head to work today too? Learning the guy fucking my wife was my company president was utter despair.
"Guess I should go to work too. Fuck. Time to see our CEO's face."
I wondered about my friendly coworkers too. Was this hell? Or had my world turned into hell? I ironed my suit and started prepping like usual.
Same routine as my working days. What if I drove the Bentley to work? Might make for a nice commute. But looking at the roads, traffic jammed from the apartment exit, Gangnam turned into a parking lot.
Demon bastards—no, shells' driving speed was pathetically slow. Like every road had a 30km/h school zone limit. Made driving to work impossible. When could I cruise my new Bentley...?
"Subway it is."
Wondered how the subway ran on routine. Suddenly, thought: maybe this world was a duplicate dimension of ours. Hard to believe total collapse in one day. And last night... those unknown entities battling in the fog with automated firearms intrigued me.
"Does that mean there are still survivors?"
I tried drawing happy circuits anyway. Even if it's hell, if I'm happy, it's heaven.