𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐘 ➤ 𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁

➢ Two ; Lost in Memory

The name of the attachment was; [Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World.TXT]

'Did they send me the novel as a gift?! Isn't this illegal?!' Kim Dokja thought, eyes wide and glaring holes into his smartphone. 'Or does it not matter because it's from the author themselves..?'

[[You have obtained the exclusive attribute.]]

[[The exclusive skill slot has been activated.]]

Dokja heard a few messages after running the file. All the survivors of the ruined world will receive a unique trait and can use a unique skill. It was all just like a game. 'Attributes menu,' Dokja said in his mind, quickly wanting to learn about his attributes.

[[Unable to activate Attribute Menu.]]

He tried again, but it was the same result as before. It was certainly absurd. If he couldn't use the Attribute Menu, he wouldn't be able to find out what attributes or skills he had.

[[Reading speed accelerated from Exclusive Attribute.]]

Kim Dokja placed a hand over the side of his head, nearly tripping from the overload of information coming all at once. He stared at the text in its entirety, his eyes speed reading all of it in less than a minute.

「 He saw people gathered at the back door of the 3707 carriage. The wheel of the tightly held lighter was cold.

In this life, he absolutely couldn't make a mistake. He would use any means for his purpose.

The expression of fear on the people's faces. He didn't feel any guilt.

Everything was fleeting.

He looked at the people with merciless eyes. After a while, his fingertips moved and fire rose. Then it all started. 」

It was '3707'. He re flexibly checked the carriage number just beside him, it was '3807'. He was in the carriage just beside that homicidal protagonist. His hands trembled and a chill climbed up his back.

'Wait but.. What happens in the people of this carriage, 3807?'

「 He looked through the chaos unfolding through the blurred window at the 3807 carriage. It was already too late. It couldn't be helped.

Because the only survivors of that carriage were two people. 」

"Dokja.. shouldn't we try to stop them?" Yoo Sangah shivered and held onto his sleeve for reassurance. As Dokja thought of the words in the novel, he glimpsed white hair. That person was yelling and making a commotion.

He prominently had green school jacket with the name 'Namwoon Kim' printed on the left breast pocket, his dyed white hair and evil scowl. The teenage boy took the old lady by the collar, holding her in the air with little to no space to breathe. "Shut your mouth."

「 Only Lee Hyunsung and Kim Namwoon survived in that carriage. It doesn't matter. They are the only two I need anyway. 」

The woman pleaded for his mercy, but this only made him angrier. He slapped the woman harshly, spraying blood on the surroundings. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" he glared at the weak grandmother and she staggered powerlessly, with Kim Namwoon slapping her again.

'Sangah will probably die. Except for those two, everyone in this cabin will die.. Including me...' Kim Dokja thought grimly, just watching Kim Namwoon punching a grandmother to the brink of death. Normally, someone would step in, but they all hesitated.