Within seconds, without warning or any visible change in the air, a vast wave of darkness rolled across the heavens and swallowed the moonlight that had only moments earlier illuminated the field.
The black mass spread from horizon to horizon until the entire sky had disappeared beneath it, and even the grass below seemed to lose its color as the darkness pressed downward like an enormous weight.
People stopped moving as they realized that the darkness was not merely passing overhead, because wherever they turned, the same oppressive void stretched above them without revealing even a single trace of the night sky.
Then something opened within that void.
One golden eye appeared high above the field, its luminous iris burning against the surrounding blackness while a perfectly dark pupil remained fixed at its center.
A second eye emerged beside it, followed by another, until countless golden eyes stared down through the darkness and surveyed the people scattered across the grass below.
The crowd erupted almost immediately, with frightened voices overlapping as people stumbled backward, searched for somewhere to hide, or desperately reached for relatives and strangers alike.
"What are those things?!"
"Get away from here!"
"Where are we supposed to go?!"
Seonghyeon remained among the crowd, his attention fixed upward as the countless eyes continued observing them without blinking, while the noise around him became increasingly difficult to distinguish into individual voices.
Then a single ray of light pierced through the darkness.
It descended from somewhere beyond the clouds, cutting through the blackness with such intensity that everyone beneath it instinctively raised their arms to shield their eyes.
Within that column of radiance, something began descending slowly toward the field.
At first, it appeared to be nothing more than a distant glimmer, but as it approached, its shape became unmistakable.
A crown formed entirely from intertwined thorns descended through the darkness, each sharp branch carrying a deep golden radiance that seemed strangely warm against the surrounding void.
The countless eyes remained motionless as the crown continued its descent.
Then an enormous hand emerged from the darkness above it.
The hand was far too large to belong to any ordinary human being, yet it moved with deliberate calm as its fingers closed around the radiant crown and lifted it from the descending beam.
The moment it touched the crown, the darkness began collapsing.
Blackness rushed toward the golden thorns from every direction, as though the crown had become the center of an unseen gravity, and the countless eyes vanished one after another beneath the expanding radiance.
Within moments, the entire darkness had been consumed.
The transformation was so complete that the people below could no longer see where the sky ended, because the darkness, clouds, moon, and even the familiar blue of the heavens had disappeared beneath an overwhelming field of white.
It no longer seemed as though sunlight was illuminating the world.
The light simply existed.
From within that boundless radiance, a figure gradually became visible.
A man stood suspended above the field, dressed almost entirely in white, with restrained golden details tracing portions of his clothing and his eyes carrying the same luminous color as the crown in his hand.
His attire resembled a traditional hakama, though its immaculate white fabric and sparse golden ornamentation gave it an unfamiliar appearance that none of the people below could immediately place.
His physique was broad and powerfully built, yet nothing about his posture suggested aggression, and his face remained completely devoid of expression as he regarded the countless people gathered beneath him.
For several seconds, he simply stood there in the impossible white expanse.
Then he slowly placed the thorn crown upon his head.
The golden thorns settled against his hair without drawing blood, and their radiance spread faintly across the surrounding white until the crown appeared less like an object he was wearing and more like something that belonged there.
The man lowered his hands for a moment before gradually extending both arms outward, opening them toward the people below with the strange, almost welcoming posture of someone expecting another person to step forward and embrace him.
Nobody moved.
Seonghyeon stared upward with the same guarded silence that had followed him into this impossible world, unable to determine whether the figure before them had arrived to save them or had simply been waiting for them to arrive.
The voices around Seonghyeon stumbled over one another until individual questions dissolved into a single, rising uproar, with frightened people calling for their families, demanding explanations, and searching the impossible whiteness for anything resembling an exit.
Yet the man standing before them offered nothing in return.
He remained perfectly still, his pale garments untouched by any visible breeze, while the golden ornaments along his clothing caught the surrounding radiance with each subtle movement of his breathing.
His expression carried neither irritation nor amusement, and the silence he maintained gradually became more unsettling than any answer could have been.
Someone shouted for him to explain where they were, while another demanded to know whether this was some kind of government operation, but neither accusation nor plea earned even a glance from him.
Then a small voice rose above the crowd.
"Mom, is he an angel sent to Earth?"
The little girl had spoken without realizing that her voice could reach so far, and after a moment of hesitation, she added the question that had apparently been troubling her most.
"Aren't angels supposed to be women?"
Her mother immediately placed a hand over her shoulder, as though trying to pull her back into the safety of the crowd, but the question had already reached him.
For the first time, the man's gaze shifted.
His golden eyes settled upon the girl with an attention so precise that the surrounding commotion seemed to lose its weight.
"I am neither male nor female."
His voice carried without force, yet every person heard it clearly, as though the sound had bypassed the distance between them and arrived directly beside their ears.
"I suspect the distinction matters more to you than it does to me, considering what you believe I am."
The man's eyes swept across the crowd, lingering briefly upon the people who had been shouting only moments earlier.
"As for angels, you have mistaken the category entirely."
He crossed his arms with an almost casual composure, and the faintest curve appeared at one corner of his mouth.
"I am not an angel."
The statement hung in the luminous emptiness before he continued.
"I am a Luminary, and your scriptures, myths, and stories have never possessed a word sufficient to describe what my kind truly is."
A murmur passed through the crowd, quieter this time, because even the most skeptical among them seemed reluctant to interrupt him.
The Luminary allowed the silence to settle before continuing, his tone carrying the measured confidence of someone explaining a rule rather than making a boast.
"You may call us superior to angels if that comparison makes the distinction easier for you, although superiority is hardly the point."
His gaze moved toward the horizon, where the endless white offered no indication of distance or direction.
"You have been brought here because something far beyond your understanding has taken an interest in your world."
Several people exchanged bewildered glances, while a man near the front stepped forward despite the uncertainty visible in his posture.
"Then send us back."
The Luminary regarded him for several seconds.
"That request would have been reasonable before the process began."
The man's expression remained composed, but something colder entered his voice.
"Unfortunately, reason has never been a prerequisite for fate."
A few people began shouting again, demanding answers, demanding their families, demanding to know what had happened to their homes, but the Luminary simply lifted one hand.
The entire field fell silent.
It was not a command that anyone consciously chose to obey.
They simply found themselves unable to speak.
The Luminary's raised hand remained motionless as he surveyed the crowd, and when he finally spoke again, his words carried the calm authority of someone who had already seen the outcome of an argument before it had begun.
"You have already received your preliminary instructions."
His golden eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
"This is merely a clarification."
A faint ripple moved through the surrounding light, and somewhere above them, the enormous emptiness seemed to bend around an unseen presence.
"I was assigned by the One to serve as your host."
He lowered his hand slightly, studying the crowd as though measuring how much truth they could endure before fear became useless.
"I will not tell you that everything will be fine."
His voice softened, though somehow that made the words more severe.
"I will not tell you that you were chosen because you are exceptional, nor will I insult you by pretending that courage alone will save you."
The Luminary's gaze settled over them one by one.
"You are here because Earth has entered the Tower's domain, and whether humanity survives its qualification is no longer a question that belongs solely to humanity."
The crowd remained frozen beneath his words.
Then the Luminary raised his index finger.
"Now, allow me to correct one final misunderstanding."
His eyes gleamed beneath the white radiance.
"I am not here to rescue you."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"I am here to witness what you become when rescue is no longer an option."
He snapped his fingers.
The sound was almost insignificant, yet the world answered it.
A deep vibration travelled beneath the field, and countless people instinctively staggered as something enormous seemed to awaken beyond the boundaries of their sight.
The white radiance fractured into countless geometric patterns above them, forming a vast circular structure whose edges disappeared beyond the horizon.
Seonghyeon watched without moving.
For the first time since waking in that impossible field, something inside him shifted.
Not fear.
Not awe.
Recognition.
He did not understand what the Luminary had summoned, but he understood one thing with uncomfortable certainty.
Whatever happened next had already begun.
The Luminary allowed the silence to settle before he finally spoke again, and the calmness of his voice made the words that followed feel considerably heavier than the panic surrounding him.
"From this moment onward, the people of Earth will undergo a trial."
His gaze travelled across the countless faces gathered beneath the boundless white, studying neither their age nor their status, as though every person standing before him had already been reduced to the same uncertain variable.
"You will be tested to determine whether humanity possesses the qualifications necessary to ascend beyond its current limitations."
A few people stared at one another, struggling to understand what he meant, while others immediately began demanding clarification.
"What trial?"
"What happens if we refuse?"
"Where are our families?"
"Are you saying we're going to die?"
The Luminary waited until the questions began overlapping before answering the one that mattered.
"If the tutorial fails, humanity will be declared unqualified."
His expression remained almost indifferent.
"And an unqualified species will be erased."
The reaction was immediate.
People began shouting over one another, some demanding that the Luminary explain what he meant, while others backed away as though physical distance could somehow place them beyond the reach of whatever had already been decided.
A man near the front pointed toward him with a trembling hand.
"You can't just decide something like that!"
The Luminary's eyes shifted toward him.
"I did not decide it."
His answer came without irritation, which somehow made it more difficult to dismiss.
"I merely possess the courtesy to inform you of the decision."
The man's mouth opened, but whatever argument he had prepared disappeared beneath the sudden appearance of something far more tangible.
Every translucent interface that had surrounded the participants earlier vanished simultaneously.
For one breath, the endless white remained empty.
Then a single enormous panel materialized above them.
Its letters were stark and unmistakable.
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[TUTORIAL OF CONQUEST]
Objective: Survive 5 Monster Rounds
Round 1 Begins In: 00:04:49
Quest: Eliminate at least 100 Zombies to qualify for the next round.
Server: KTW-45R
Total Participants: 528,805,002
Qualified Participants: 0 / 264,402,501
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The number at the bottom drew more attention than anything else.
Five hundred million people.
The figure was so absurdly large that several participants simply stared at it, unable to comprehend the scale represented by those digits.
"Five hundred million?"
"That can't be right."
"How many people are actually here?"
A woman began counting the people visible around her before stopping halfway through, realizing how meaningless the attempt was.
Seonghyeon remained near the edge of the gathering, his attention fixed upon the final line.
Only half of them needed to qualify.
The implication was difficult to miss.
Someone beside him whispered, "Why does it say only half?"
Seonghyeon did not answer because he had already reached the same conclusion.
The system had not promised that everyone could survive.
It had merely established how many survivors were required.
Above them, the timer continued its silent descent.
00:04:37.
The Luminary glanced toward the floating panel, then returned his attention to humanity.
"Your destination has already been determined."
The enormous screen dissolved into scattered motes of light before disappearing completely.
"You will be returned to Earth, although not necessarily to the places from which you were taken."
His words caused another wave of confusion, but he continued before anyone could interrupt.
"Each group will receive a designated zone, and the available territory within those zones will be restricted."
A young man raised his voice from somewhere in the crowd.
"So we're supposed to kill one hundred zombies?"
The Luminary regarded him for a moment.
"That would be the uncomplicated interpretation."
The young man swallowed.
"What happens after that?"
"You proceed to the next round."
"And if we don't?"
The Luminary's expression remained unchanged.
"You already know the answer."
That silence lasted longer than the others.
Someone asked, "What do we get if we survive?"
The Luminary's eyes narrowed slightly, as though that question interested him more than the others had.
"Rewards."
"What kind?"
"Limited in quantity, yet broad in possibility."
A few people exchanged skeptical glances.
"What does that even mean?"
The Luminary folded his hands behind his back and regarded them with quiet amusement.
"Strength."
The word alone drew several startled reactions.
"And Power."
Another murmur spread through the crowd.
"Abilities that your world has never possessed."
He paused briefly before adding, "And perhaps something you have not yet imagined."
The murmuring became louder.
"If we win, we can actually become stronger?"
"Can we get money?"
"What about healing?"
"Can we bring someone back?"
"Can we become immortal?"
The Luminary's gaze moved across the crowd as their questions became increasingly desperate, but he offered no direct answers.
"There are many possibilities."
His tone remained almost conversational.
"Whether you possess the ability to obtain them is another matter entirely."
The timer continued descending somewhere beyond their immediate attention.
00:03:51.
The Luminary finally turned his body slightly, as though the conversation had reached its natural conclusion.
"Well, then."
He adjusted one sleeve with deliberate composure.
"I believe my introduction has lasted long enough."
A faint smile touched his face, though there was nothing particularly warm about it.
"I shall take my leave, and I sincerely hope you survive long enough to make my next visit worthwhile."
Several people immediately began protesting.
"Wait!"
"You can't leave!"
"Tell us what we're supposed to do!"
The Luminary ignored the demands.
Instead, he performed an elegant bow, lowering his upper body with the precision of a practiced gentleman while placing his right hand against his stomach and extending his left arm outward.
The gesture was almost theatrical against the impossible whiteness surrounding them, carrying the strange impression that he had just concluded a performance rather than announced the possible extinction of humanity.
When he straightened, his golden eyes swept over the crowd one final time.
"Oh, and one piece of advice."
The Luminary lifted one finger.
"Do not trust anyone."
He snapped his fingers.
The world disappeared.
Seonghyeon woke with a violent gasp.
His hand tightened around the bedsheet as his chest rose and fell unevenly, while the familiar darkness of his bedroom gradually replaced the blinding whiteness that had filled his vision moments earlier.
For several seconds, he remained seated on the edge of his bed without moving.
I'm... in my room?
The room was quiet.
His desk remained exactly where he had left it, his curtains hung beside the window, and the faint glow of the city slipped through the gaps between them.
Seonghyeon stared at his surroundings.
His breathing slowly steadied.
Then he stood.
The floor felt solid beneath his feet, and the ordinary sensation should have been reassuring, yet something about the room felt strangely distant after what he had experienced.
He crossed toward the window and pulled the curtain aside.
The familiar streets of the city remained below.
Cars moved along the road.
Apartment lights remained illuminated.
Nothing appeared different.
Seonghyeon watched the traffic for several seconds before his gaze lowered to his own hands.
He remembered the field.
The Luminary.
The impossible number of participants.
The timer.
The zombies.
His fingers curled slightly.
It had felt too vivid to be a dream.
"Status window."
The words left his mouth almost instinctively.
A translucent panel appeared directly before him.
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[STATUS]
Name: Seo Seonghyeon
Level: 0
Rank: None
Class: None
Strength: 8
Agility: 12
Intelligence: 13
Endurance: 6
Dexterity: 10
Perception: 6
Luck: 4
Mana: 1
Stat Points: 0
Skills: None
Runes: None
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Seonghyeon stared at the panel without blinking.
The numbers remained perfectly still.
He raised one hand and slowly passed his fingers through the interface, feeling nothing against his skin while the letters remained suspended exactly where they were.
His gaze settled on the name at the top.
Seo Seonghyeon.
His own name.
The realization settled gradually, carrying none of the theatrical shock that might have accompanied it in someone else.
"So, it was real."
His eyes returned to the empty spaces beneath Skills and Runes.
"That wasn't a dream."
Before he could examine anything further, another panel appeared.
This one was smaller.
Its simplicity made it considerably more unsettling.
[Round 1 Begins In: 00:00:50]
Seonghyeon's eyes narrowed.
He looked toward the window again.
The city outside remained completely unaware.
People were still walking beneath the streetlights, cars were still passing through intersections, and somewhere nearby, someone was probably preparing for an ordinary morning without knowing that the world had just been given fifty seconds to change forever.
Seonghyeon looked back at the timer.
[Round 1 Begins In: 00:00:47]
For the first time, his expression shifted.
Not into panic, but into concentration.
He had no weapon.
He had no skills.
He did not know where the zombies would appear, what counted as a kill, or whether the rules would permit him to leave his designated zone.
Yet one thing was already clear.
The tutorial was no longer something happening to strangers in an impossible field.
It was coming for him.