The Psyker Awakens
In the space age, humanity faced the unexpected.
They were shocked by many things.
But surprisingly, among them all, it wasn't the Mogs that delivered the greatest shock.
Encountering the Mogs and the war that followed were shocking, sure—but the moment humanity laid eyes on them, they thought:
"Of course! It wouldn't be the space age without monsters!"
They'd finally arrived.
What truly stunned humanity was something else entirely: the Prophet's Relic.
These relics, discovered across the cosmos and on planets everywhere, weren't recognized for their true value at first.
Initially, they were treated as mere jewels—extremely rare gems only found in space, fetching high prices.
"This gem isn't just naturally pretty. It was made."
But the moment someone claimed these jewels had been crafted by an alien civilization using advanced technology—not human—the world was aghast.
It was odd, really.
Normally, such claims would earn eye-rolls and thoughts like, "Another SF novel nutjob who thinks fiction is real—tsk tsk!"
"I'm convinced of it. Deny it to my face if you dare."
But the speaker wasn't just anyone—it was Doctor Space. That changed everything.
And he didn't stop there.
"Those born with very special abilities can wield the power within these relics."
Doctor Space dubbed them the Prophet's Relic and declared that such beings existed.
"From this moment on, these are the Prophet's Relics, and those who use them are Psykers. I named them, so don't go calling them anything else."
And so, Psykers were born.
Naturally, they were treated like superhumans, showered with perks.
And they deserved it.
In the space age war against the Mogs, a Psyker's abilities could flip the tide of battle single-handedly. Telekinesis, super strength, teleportation, precognition—the destructive power when fused with human tech was beyond imagination.
Psykers were awe-inspiring, and every military gave them special status and treatment.
They got at least major-equivalent pay when working with the forces, but even starred generals hesitated to order them around.
They were untouchable.
"A Psyker?"
That's why Private Park Bo-seop's face lit up with unprecedented shock—and excitement.
To civilians, Psykers were like celebrities, objects of worship and admiration.
Even to Space Marines.
"A real Psyker? One of those Psyker agents?"
Kim Seo-jun answered Park Bo-seop's thrilled voice.
"Confirmed. No way she makes major at that age without being a Psyker."
His voice carried the weight of his hardened expression, his emotions clear.
Park Bo-seop caught it immediately.
"Sergeant Kim, is something wrong?"
Kim Seo-jun answered without hesitation.
"One good news, one bad. Good first: the reward for this VIP rescue will be bigger than you think."
"Sir?"
"Rescuing a Psyker agent? That bumps the payout to a whole new level."
Park Bo-seop's eyes widened.
He'd heard Psykers were precious, but this precious?
"A Psyker agent's worth isn't cheap. Soldiers might get shortchanged if things go south—they're 'someone else's kid'—but Psykers? They pay up."
"For real?"
"Treat Psykers bad, and they'll naturalize elsewhere without looking back."
"Ah."
Park Bo-seop got it, then tensed.
"Th-then... the bad news?"
"Psyker agents are terrifying. They shift entire battlefields—some do what a whole Space Marine regiment can't, alone. Every time I saw one, I prayed: 'Never again.'"
"Sir?"
Kim Seo-jun explained to the stunned private.
"Spotting a precious Psyker like that? Means the situation's gone to hell. In every way."
Park Bo-seop's starstruck excitement vanished.
Things were that serious.
But Kim Seo-jun didn't dwell in despair.
'Moving with a Psyker means top rescue priority. Just hold out. And with her, fights against Mogs ahead will be easier.'
He focused on the positives.
But that mindset didn't last.
As they neared the supply base with the remaining squad, both men's faces hardened.
"...Sergeant Kim, no response from the supply base."
After three radio hails with silence, Kim Seo-jun knew.
"Wiped out."
He was right.
The bunker revealed wreckage: twisted metal scraps beyond recognition from Mogdog and Thorn Snake attacks, and Space Marine corpses too mangled to identify intact.
'Ah.'
Park Bo-seop froze—grief for his comrades, fear of ending up the same, terror at the unknown horror that happened here.
Tap!
Kim Seo-jun lightly patted his shoulder.
"I know it's tough. Been there."
He understood perfectly.
He'd seen this hell countless times.
"But I reenlisted to earn enough to get back to Earth."
So he knew.
"For that, I'll do whatever it takes."
What needed doing here.
"Grab every usable supply. I'll strip weapons from the bodies. You hit the bunker for rations, batteries, everything."
Park Bo-seop nodded faintly.
The work went smoothly—there wasn't much left.
As they loaded the meager weapons, ammo, and food into the military truck bed—
"Huh?"
Park Bo-seop, shifting gear, glanced at the medical suit.
Through the glass, his eyes met the Psyker's.
She was awake. He yelped in shock.
"Sh-she's awake!"
A powerful Mog entity has appeared!
An event mission has been generated.
Points earned in this battle will be doubled.
Hunt the powerful Mog entity in this battle for a Gold Ticket as a special reward.
"Lieutenant Lee Hye-na, National Power Agency."
"Sergeant Kim Seo-jun."
The awakened Lee Hye-na introduced herself first from the medical suit. Kim Seo-jun replied in kind.
In that brief exchange, he knew.
'Veteran.'
She looked about 27, around his sister's age—but far more seasoned than expected.
The medical suit meant severe injuries.
Hiding in the shelter? She'd likely witnessed the Korean Amotia branch's fall.
Yet she introduces herself calmly to strangers right away?
Two possibilities: supreme confidence in her abilities, or a psychopath with zero social awareness.
Either way, bad news for him.
Facing a veteran Psyker agent screamed trouble on Amotia.
"Situation report: Korean branch fully destroyed. We're en route after picking up your rescue signal. Original bunker wrecked, heading to another."
Her eyes flickered rapidly in the suit—like typing on a keyboard.
Then she spoke.
"How many squad members left?"
"Sadly, just driver Private Park Bo-seop. Rest wiped out. Supplies low."
She responded instantly.
"Follow my command from now on."
"Yes, ma'am."
No arguments from Kim Seo-jun.
She was a major—way above a sergeant.
'National Power Agency: real frontline operators.'
They operated independently even within Defense.
'That Colonel Kim Tae-soo back then... a monster.'
He'd seen their terror firsthand—no point in power plays.
Grateful she was taking charge.
'We can move together now. Nothing bad about that.'
National Power Psyker agents were combat beasts. To her, a sergeant and driver were expendable.
She could've said "Survive on your own," grabbed supplies, and bailed.
No way to stop her.
For Kim Seo-jun, it was a lifeline in the worst scenario.
He exhaled in relief.
"Now we execute the operation."
His relief shattered.
This was disaster cleanup—not an "operation."
Yet she said it.
"Know the Killmas Planet incident?"
Kim Seo-jun squeezed his eyes shut.
'Fuck.'
He knew it.
"What's the Killmas Planet incident, Sergeant?"
Park Bo-seop's question got the answer Kim Seo-jun expected.
"Where the Queen was born."
"Queen? You mean...?"
Kim Seo-jun cut in, and Park Bo-seop blanked out before yelling.
"Th-that...!"
"Yeah, that Queen. The one that builds Mog legions."
Queen.
A Mog variant with immense command and production power.
'Now it clicks. Why the Mogs went berserk. Protecting their Queen.'
Once born, Mogs exterminating everything on-planet to guard her.
Worse followed.
'Queen takes the planet, turns it into a Mog factory.'
Beyond losing a planet—neighboring space swarmed from the hub.
Like cancer cells to humanity: one spawns, metastasizes everywhere.
Priority extermination on sight.
Not just Psykers—full assault.
Psykers were the opening act.
"Deadline?"
"Deadline? What's that, Sergeant?"
"Fixed time for Queen kill. Fail, external support comes."
"Reinforcements?"
"No. Nukes."
If it dragged, high command goes scorched earth.
Then—
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Alarm blared from the idling truck. Kim Seo-jun checked the dash.
A needle danced wildly.
Detector.
Like human Psykers, Mogs had specials emitting unique waves. Most vehicles had sensors.
"Fly-class! Fly-class entity inbound!"
Lowest tier—but no "easy fight" connotation.
Why sensors everywhere? One reason.
"Private Park Bo-seop, punch it!"
Run, don't look back.
But Kim Seo-jun forgot.
He no longer held command.
"Engage."
She chose fight over flight.
No surprise from him.
This was the military: orders from above.
Especially from a Psyker major—no rebellion there. His survival instinct wasn't suicidal.
He trusted Psyker power.
They thrived in hell.
He prepped.
'Steam Pack if needed.'
Then—the alert in his ear.