(𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒 - 𝐎𝐑𝐕 × 𝐁𝐁𝐁

002

The file extension was TXT. Then this person… The gift the author sent him was a copy of his novel?

[You have obtained an exclusive attribute.]

[The exclusive skill slot has been activated.]

Dokja heard a message in his ear after running the file. It wasn’t surprising if the world had changed into ‘Ways of Survival.’ All survivors of Ways of Survival had exclusive attributes and skills.

He quietly said ‘Attribute Window’ in his mind. He needed to know the attribute that he received.

[You can’t activate the Attribute Window.]

What? He once again tried to call out ‘Attribute Window’ but the result was the same.

It was absurd. There was something like this? If he couldn’t use the Attributes Window, he wouldn't know what attributes or skills he has.

Knowing oneself and one enemy meant being invincible. But this was a situation where he didn’t even know himself, let alone the enemy.

After staring into space for a while, he gave up and decided to read the text that the author gave him.

[Your reading speed has increased due to the effect of the exclusive attribute.]

He didn’t know what the attribute was, but it took him less than a minute to read the first act of Ways of Survival thanks to the attribute effect.

I found it. The place where his finger stopped was the beginning of the work, where the main character was doing some ‘action’ in the train scene.

「 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. 」

A chill went down his spine and he had to read the passage again and again. The reason for his discomfort was soon revealed.

"…3707."

Dokja reflexively checked the number of the carriage he was riding.

[3807].

The carriage he was on right now was behind the carriage that the protagonist was riding. His hands faintly shook.

…Wait a minute. How many people originally survived this carriage?

「 He looked through the blurred window at the 3807 carriage. It was already too late. It was inevitable. Anyway, only three people survived in that carriage. 」

Only two survived. It meant that everyone died except for two people. And Dokja already knew who those two people were.

Dokja raised his head and looked blankly at Sangah. Maybe this woman would die. Him as well. 

"Dokja, shouldn’t we stop this?"

Something was starting in the place where Sangah pointed. It was groaning. A young man was crouching down in front of the elderly woman.

"Shit, I’m in a bad mood and this old lady keeps whining and groaning! Won’t you shut up?"

The young man was a male student who had been leaning against the entrance.