Starplex Human Docu
Our very own Shin Sok, who just burned through some Magic Stones to claim new tiles.
"Aaaah...!! Aaaaaah!!!!!"
For some reason, he collapsed to the floor, screaming like a little girl.
"Shiiit...! Nooo, this can't be!!"
Why was this guy—who'd been so hyped up—now pounding the floor and sobbing his heart out?
"You fucking idiot..."
Ironically, clutched in his hand was a slab of 1++ grade Hanwoo beef, boasting its glistening marbling.
What the hell had gone down on the basement level 1 of Starplex?
The production crew rewound the clock by 10 minutes to get to the bottom of it.
Consuming 5,000 Magic Stones.
Blueprint Domination skill leveled up to Lv. 2!
Ownership of 6 additional tiles granted.
With a cheerful ding! sound effect, the 3D blueprint of Starplex popped up in front of me.
"Heh heh heh..."
Truth be told, I'd already decided which tiles to unlock ages ago.
A guy can't resist beef, pork, or chicken. No way in hell.
Tastes differ, sure, but I'm team meat over fish any day.
"Alright!! It's you!!!!!"
I tapped the [Butcher Corner] and the six tiles around it without hesitation.
Whoosh!—The moment I did, the Blueprint Domination skill activated, sending a wave of transparent light surging cleanly into the mart's depths.
Everywhere the light touched, the dried bloodstains and rotten filth evaporated like a lie.
And at the same time, the wave hit Geomsam head-on—the freak who'd been glued to my borderline, eyeing me for the past six months.
Boom!!
Like getting plowed by a massive snowplow, Geomsam's hulking, grotesque bulk got shoved back exactly the distance of my six new tiles.
"No! Geomsam, where you going!!!!"
Dragging what I guessed were its legs, Geomsam retreated in confusion, slamming its head into the new borderline and standing there all bewildered.
- Kyaaak!
Bewildered? Nah, that sounded pissed. Who knows.
"Haa... Me and Geomsam... are we just not meant to be close?"
Why did getting closer make us drift even further apart?
"But I haven't forgotten that flick to the forehead last time."
I've got those three flicks saved up. I'll pay you back someday.
I turned my gaze from Geomsam to my shiny new tiles.
Hummm!—Just like when I first claimed the processed foods, drinks, and beverages sections. The massive fridges that'd been dormant for six months hummed to life with bright lights, and on pristine styrofoam trays, red jewels wrapped tightly in plastic lined up perfectly in neat rows.
"O, ooooh...!"
I bolted out of the security room like I was possessed, straight to the butcher corner.
The second I saw them gleaming in the showcase, my knees nearly buckled.
"Haaah... Fuck... Insane..."
A++ grade Hanwoo flower sirloin stamped bold and clear, fresh crimson fresh pork belly, raw chicken, and packs of juicy sausages.
"Shiiit! Meat at last!!!!!!"
To me, surviving on cup rice, ramen, and snacks every damn day since the apocalypse, this was literally—and in every sense—fresh.
"Urgh... What to eat first..."
Like a kid in a toy store for the first time, I pressed my face to the glass, panting.
Of course, I planned to devour every last bit, but order matters.
"First, grill some handmade sausages... Wait, no—pork belly with spicy noodles, I've been simming that in my head!"
My hand froze mid-reach for a pack of crimson pork belly.
"Nah, nah. A man has his pride. First meat party post-apocalypse can't start with pork belly—that's just rude."
My eyes naturally drifted to the top shelf.
There she was. The one to cleanse my preservative-pickled tongue and throat with new sensations.
[1++ Grade Hanwoo Flower Sirloin]
"Heh heh."
Sexy marbling blooming like snowflakes over the red flesh. You're first. Fuck. I never even tasted this pre-apocalypse, and now post? Wild.
"Guess that's what they mean by 'life's unpredictable.'"
Hang in there through the tough times—the world might end, but who knows what happens next.
The key is an unbreakable spirit, even after the apocalypse - Shin Sok
"Today's a Hanwoo partyyyyy!!"
With trembling hands, I snatched the pack with the flashiest marbling—a double-lobed beauty—and stumbled back to the security room.
"Alright, now just lightly grill this gorgeous thing... very lightly... Huh?"
My hand stopped dead as I went to rip open the packaging.
Silence.
More silence.
"Ah, fuck. Ah, fuck. Aaaah fuck."
In that suffocating quiet, one shitty realization hit me.
"No fire."
No cookware either. No induction, no gas burner, no frying pan.
"Why?!"
My despairing gaze shot past the transparent borderline.
Just one tile out—one real tile out—on the display rack beyond.
There they were, mocking me: meat griddle, gas burner, herb salt.
"Guh guh guh..."
Yeah. To get cooking gear and griddles, I'd have to claim that spot, or bust through to the living or camping corners on the opposite end.
"Who the fuck designs the floor layout like this!! Just put the griddle next to the meat, damn it!!!"
What a moron. What a fucking moron.
Couldn't they at least respawn a tasting station griddle? Why not?!
"Shiiit! Got the meat but can't grill ittt!!!"
Figures my luck felt too good.
The next day, in the tiny bathroom off the security room hallway.
I sat on the toilet, face pale as a ghost, staring into space.
"Urgh... Uuugh... Gonna die..."
Why was I like this? Simple answer.
"I mean... beef's fine raw, right...?"
Unable to give up, I'd snapped, ripped open the pack, and shoved a whole chunk of raw double-lobed Hanwoo in my mouth.
No melting fat flavor or texture at the tip of my tongue—just bloody, greasy, tough-as-hell chewiness.
But out of spite, I powered through another full pack raw, declared mental victory, crashed, and woke to...
Gurgle rumble!—Ominous thunder from my gut.
Think about it: Six months of preservative-packed junk in my stomach, then slam in a pound of dripping 1++ raw beef?
My insides went on strike, shocked.
"Save me... I was wrong... Never raw again..."
Enduring the waterfall with zero sphincter control, I wiped the cold sweat from my brow.
By now, you've probably guessed how I'd handled bathroom business for over six months.
[Passive – Ownership]
- Instantly purifies contaminants in the area and ejects unauthorized hostile entities.
I'd milked that Blueprint Domination passive for all it was worth.
Details? Skipped.
Efficient overall, but dignity-shattering. So when expanding tiles, I grabbed the hallway bathroom too.
"Fuck... If I'd skipped this, I'd be grilling meat right now..."
But now I've got a bathroom and soap—can actually wash. Hell yeah.
"Shin Sok-kun... Truth is, I've never washed either..."
Thanks to the purification, I was fine. Just mentally off from no physical scrubbing in six months.
"Ah, what now..."
But my meat obsession burned brighter.
As I struck a Rodin-thinking-man pose, my mind cleared like a post-dump long, and inspiration struck.
"...Right. Cook it."
Why'd humanity discover fire and become apex? To not shit ourselves eating raw!
No gas burner, though. So, cook without fire?
"...Hot water from the purifier...!"
My sweat-soaked eyes lit up like a sage's epiphany.
Meat's great grilled, but boiled? Shabu-shabu—blanch in boiling water! Purifier hot water could work!
"Fuck it, let's try."
Staggering out, I emptied a cup ramen into the purifier for hot water.
Steam rising, cup brimming—I hacked a chunk of double-lobed Hanwoo with the security box cutter and dropped it in gently.
"Cook... please cook...!"
Prime Hanwoo fading from bloody to gray-brown in the heat. Refresh water as it cools, repeat.
Horrific chef-suicide method, but chefs are Geomsam chow now—whatever.
Blowing on my scalded fingers, I fished out a poorly cooked piece and shoved it in.
"...!"
Lukewarm, salty-less, chewy boiled meat. But...
"Sniff... Huuuh... Fucking delicious..."
Melting fat at the tongue, raw texture sliding down unlike any junk—tears welled up.
"Fuck... this is meat... waaah..."
I dunked Hanwoo chunks in scalding purifier water like mad, ignoring burns, inhaling nonstop.
Too bland? Dip in ramen broth for flavor.
"Aah... aaah fuck... so good. Too good..."
Truly moving.
"Fuuu... this is sex..."
Two hours after demolishing two Hanwoo packs as ramen-broth shabu, belly full, cold reality hit.
"Time to think rationally."
Butcher corner? No regrets, even in death. That purifier shabu was killer; I'll hack more recipes.
Bathroom? Obvious win.
"Fuck, looking back—been living like a caveman."
But this was a wake-up: time to use my brain.
"Okay, growth-mode shut-in NEET."
I patted my full gut and activated Blueprint Domination, pulling up B1 blueprint.
This is a mega-mall basement—everything's here.
[Seafood] [Produce] [Living/Camping] [Liquor/Wine] [Deli/Bakery]...
Rough estimate done.
"Priority one: Living/Camping for sure..."
No burner/griddle = no grilling. Plus...
"Sleeping bags, easy living stuff."
Upgrade my security room base.
Next...
"Booze? Not my thing."
But post-apoc, who knows value. Probably sells, but...
"Pass for now."
I eyed the spot by the bathroom hallway.
"Elevator... can I claim it...?"
Skill limit? Only see B1 now. Full floor ownership unlocks others? Maybe.
"No clue what's on other floors."
Need details before claiming.
"Want new clothes too."
Six months same outfit. (Only I know.) Memory says pool, hotel—but too far.
Impossible now.
To own new tiles, level up Blueprint Domination (Lv.3)
Next level requires: 50,000 Magic Stones
New tiles guzzle stones. Holy shit.
"First, pay rent..."
Current Magic Stones: 9,000
Paid 6,000 stones from upgrade leftovers for maintenance.
Consumed 6,000 Magic Stones to extend ownership period.
Previous remaining: 57 days 3 hours 35 min
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Current remaining: 62 days 4 hours 1 min
"...?"
I doubted my eyes.
"Whoa... fuck. Dumped 6,000 and only +5 days?!"
Daily rent ~1,200 stones. Inflation much?
Daily maintenance costs have sharply increased due to more claimed tiles and facilities!
"Ah... gotta calculate expansions carefully...?"
Can't just celebrate a bigger place—rent doubles too.
"Kraaaah!!"
Current Magic Stones: 3,000
"Maybe stick to a single room...?"
Cold sweat as my stones looked pathetic—bad call could fuck me—then...
Ding!
Goal: Unlock and own new tiles! (Achieved)
Reward 1: 10-Day Free Lease (No Maintenance)
Reward 2: 1x Sales Slot Expansion Ticket
Forgot about the quest. 10 free days + sales slot expansion?
Current remaining ownership: 72 days 4 hours 1 min
"Phew... close call..."
Almost got Geomsam-level intimate. Wiping brow, new alert popped.
Building Sorcerer Main Quest 3
📍 Goal: Reach 30% ownership of current floor
📊 Current:10% (10/100 tiles)
🎁 Reward: Unlock new ability ????
"Ooh, 30% of B1..."
I've got 10 tiles total: starter 4 (foods, drinks, processed) + 6 new (butcher, bathroom).
"Means snag about 20 more."
Past quests gave stones; this one's a new power.
Conclusion?
"Gotta hustle the business...?"
Dunno full Building Sorcerer potential yet, but it's stable dopamine god-tier.
Mulling quest, I smacked my lips.
"Kinda stingy though..."
Aw. No free tiles?
"I wanna grilled meat noooow."
No free lunch, huh.
"Nah... decided to grind legit business."
Steeling myself, I opened the Gallery.
Couldn't believe my eyes.
Users were spamming for me like crazy.
"What the fuck's with these guys...?"