1
2:47 a.m.
The room was silent.
Only the computer fan turned softly, like a restrained breath.
Noah Gray stared at the screen.
His eyes burned, but he didn't look away.
The game—Deep Domain—no longer had a title screen.
Only progression.
A path with no end.
He was at the final boss.
Or what he believed was the final boss.
On screen, his character stood before a black tower.
No wind.
No sound.
Even "emptiness" felt artificially constructed.
Too clean.
Like reality had been deliberately erased.
A system message appeared:
[Player detected: Noah Gray]
[Compatibility: 97%]
[Enter "REAL MODE"? (Y/N)]
Noah frowned.
"Real mode?"
He muttered.
"Another marketing gimmick?"
He pressed Y.
Without hesitation.
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2
The screen flickered.
Once.
Like someone tapping the inside of glass.
The boss did not appear.
It simply was there.
A humanoid shape made of broken black data strands.
No face.
But it was breathing.
Noah froze.
"…Is this AI?"
Before he finished—
It spoke.
Not through speakers.
But inside his mind.
"Player."
Noah stiffened.
"…You're talking?"
"You finally arrived."
A chill ran down his spine.
"Who are you?"
No answer.
Only silence.
Then—
The boss raised its hand.
The screen cracked.
From the inside.
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3
"No—wait."
Noah moved his mouse quickly.
Nothing responded.
Keyboard dead.
ESC failed.
Alt+F4 failed.
Task manager—gone.
Everything disconnected.
The boss spoke again:
"Exit permission does not exist."
Noah stood up suddenly.
The chair fell behind him.
"What are you talking about… it's just a game."
But even as he said it—
He didn't believe it anymore.
The screen began to flow.
Black liquid leaking through cracks.
Alive.
Noah stepped back.
"This is impossible…"
He reached for the power cable.
But stopped mid-air.
The darkness reached out.
Not physically.
But at a deeper level.
Like reality itself had been hooked.
A violent dizziness hit him.
The room destabilized.
Walls pixelated.
Edges breaking apart.
"No—!"
Too late.
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4
The world collapsed.
Noah Gray was pulled in.
Not falling.
But rewritten.
Reality deleted and recompiled.
Whispers filled his ears.
Too many voices.
Too many systems.
Too many errors.
Then—
Silence.
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He opened his eyes.
Cold.
Not air-conditioning cold.
World cold.
He was on stone.
Wet. Rough.
He looked up.
The sky was red.
Not sunset.
Blood spread across the atmosphere.
Structures in the distance—
impossible.
Floating ruins.
Broken geometry.
Noah's UI appeared:
HP: 100/100
Level: 1
Class: Unassigned
"…UI?"
His voice trembled.
He pinched himself.
Pain.
Real pain.
"This isn't a dream…"
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5
A sound came from ahead.
"shh… shh…"
Dragging.
Noah turned sharply.
Nothing.
Only a narrow path into darkness.
A quest appeared:
[Newbie Quest]
Reach "Safe Zone" (0/1)
He stared at it.
"Safe zone…"
Then noticed something smaller.
Hidden.
[Warning: Death will permanently delete real-world identity data.]
His breath stopped.
"…Delete identity?"
The air went still.
Then—
The sound came closer.
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6
He moved forward.
Step by step.
The world listened.
UI flickered.
Signal unstable.
Then he stopped.
A figure ahead.
A player.
Kneeling.
Dissolving into pixels.
Noah stepped back.
"…Hey."
It lifted its head.
No face.
Only void.
"You're here too…"
Noah froze.
"Who are you?"
"The seventh."
"What?"
"This world has restarted six times."
Silence swallowed everything.
"Every time, someone thinks it's their first."
"Every time, someone tries to escape."
It stood.
"But in the end…"
A pause.
"You become data residue."
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7
The darkness moved.
Not walking.
Sliding.
Something massive.
Something learning.
"shhh——"
Closer.
Noah's system turned red:
[WARNING: Unknown entity approaching]
He ran.
Behind him—
The darkness followed.
Not chasing.
Adapting.
Learning him.
And in the air, one final line appeared:
"Welcome to the real instance."