While the Gods were making preparations for Ragnarok, one God in particular that many don't remember, as well as one of the few who was against humanity's destruction, decided that humanity of todays age should also be allowed to witness their historical figures and ancestors fight for their survival. The heroes of the next generation, along with their families, Pro-heroes, Teachers, Goverment Officials, and Villains, both alive and deceased, are all about to observe the battles that will decide mankinds fate, and the events that happened in between, first hand in dramatic fashion.
*In case it wasn't obvious, any images used in this fic does not belong to me and are found throughout the internet.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.