[Name: Seo Mu-rea]
[Birthdate: 2002-03-29]
[True Form: Locked (Awaiting Unveiling)]
[Fear: Reincarnophobia]
[Level: 1]
[Health: 100%]
[Stamina: 100%]
[Coins: 0]
[Abilities:
End Time Oracle Card: Grants guidance and prophecy, revealing future events or key moments.] (Currently Unlocked)
[Quests:
Survive the Monster's Attack (Current Quest)
Objective: Defeat or escape the approaching monster to survive.
Reward: Gain 5 Coins and access to experience points for leveling up.]
[Skills:
Foresight (End Time Oracle Deck): Draw a single card to gain insight or an advantage in your current situation.] (Limited by stamina.)
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"What? How the hell am I supposed to survive with some deck?" Rose muttered, her mind racing. She stopped, her gaze falling on the symbol glowing faintly on the back of her right hand. Turning her hand over, she studied it intently—the hourglass glimmered softly, as if waiting for her to act.
"Wait... let's think."
She glanced at the status screen hovering before her, its glowing interface filled with words she didn't fully understand.
"I can't deal with this right now," she muttered, her eyes darting between the screen and the glowing symbol.
The urgency in the air was palpable, and Rose knew she couldn't afford to waste even a second. Whatever this "ability" was, she'd have to figure it out on the go.
Her voice steadied as an idea began to form. She looked at the symbol again, determination replacing her initial panic. This wasn't just a mark—it was the key. If she played her cards right, literally and figuratively, she might have a chance.
Rose's lips curled into a small, confident smirk. "Alright then. Let's see what you can do."
Rose sat in a meditative position, her eyes fixed on the glowing symbol in the center of her palm. She whispered with quiet determination, "End Time Oracle Deck."
A burst of light erupted from the symbol, and five cards materialized from the radiance, each one shimmering with untold power. The cards floated before her, their edges glowing faintly. The status screen appeared:
[You have unlocked 5 cards. To unlock the other 31 cards, you need coins.]
Rose examined the glowing cards, feeling the weight of their power. Uncertainty lingered, but after a moment, she muttered, "Invoke the Beast."
At her command, one of the five cards pulsed brightly, while the others vanished back into the light, retreating into the status screen. The remaining card hovered in the air, its energy radiating around it. The card's name appeared on the status screen:
[Card Selected: The Beast]
The card pulsed with an intimidating power, as if it were alive. Rose could feel the intense energy flowing through her, ready to be unlocked.
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Inside the coffee shop, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Youn-joo stood by the window, her sharp black eyes focused on the chaos unfolding outside. Her niece, Hae-in, sat at the table nearby, clutching it tightly as if it could somehow anchor her to reality. Her wide, fearful eyes reflected the destruction in the streets, where monstrous creatures were rampaging through the city, their roars filling the air.
The sky had turned an ominous black, with thick mist creeping over the streets. Above, a portal tore open, releasing horrors that made people flee in terror. The ground shook as buildings collapsed, and the screams of the innocent rang out, swallowed by the terror of the creatures.
Youn-joo's hand trembled ever so slightly as she watched the mayhem unfold, but she steeled herself. Then, a glowing status screen appeared in front of her, its words shimmering with radiant gold:
[Accept your ability]
With a sharp inhale, Youn-joo tapped "Accept."
The screen flickered before it blazed brighter, and the message changed:
"Congratulations! You have been chosen as a System Warrior. Your ability: Titanic Agility."
Pain shot through her chest, seizing her breath. It was as though her very heart was being ripped from her chest. But she gritted her teeth, refusing to show weakness. The pain surged again, and she felt power swirling within her, forging her into something more than human.
A golden symbol materialized on her palm—a pair of wings, sleek and powerful, with intricate patterns etched in glowing lines of energy. Beneath the wings, two crossed daggers appeared, marking her newfound agility and speed. The symbol pulsed with divine power as the pain faded, leaving her with an undeniable sense of strength.
The coffee shop was alive with panic. People who hadn't received status screens were screaming, trying to contact loved ones or simply running in circles. The tension was suffocating, the weight of the situation bearing down on everyone.
"What's going on? Why isn't anyone helping us?" a middle-aged woman cried, clutching her phone. "The police aren't even picking up!"
"I called my brother, but he's not answering," someone else muttered, their voice breaking.
In the corner, the old man who had been sitting with his arms crossed finally spoke, his voice low but commanding. "No one's coming to save us," he said. "Not the police, not the military. Not anyone."
A woman turned to him, her voice trembling. "What are you saying? There has to be someone. We can't just..."
The old man shook his head. "We only have ourselves now. If you want to survive, stop waiting for a miracle. This world doesn't care about us anymore."
His words were like a slap, silencing the room and leaving a heavy silence in its wake. Some people sobbed quietly, while others stood frozen in shock.
Amid the chaos, Youn-joo's voice cut through the fear, firm and commanding."Has anyone here been chosen by the status screen? If you want to survive, we fight together. There's no other choice."
Hae-in, still gripping the table, raised her hand. "I... I didn't get one, Aunt Youn-joo."
The woman behind the counter hesitated but then raised her trembling hand. "I... I have one."
Another man near the back spoke up, his voice uncertain. "Me too."
A younger man nodded. "Same here."
One of the men who hadn't been chosen scowled, his voice full of distrust. "And how do we know you won't use us as bait? Why should we trust you?"
Youn-joo stepped closer, her sharp gaze never leaving him. "If you think you can survive on your own, be my guest. But out there?" She gestured to the window, where the mist thickened, and the creatures loomed closer. "You won't last five minutes."
Hae-in tugged on Youn-joo's sleeve, her voice barely a whisper. "Aunt, they're coming..."
Youn-joo turned her gaze toward the window. The creatures were drawing closer, their grotesque forms emerging from the mist. Their guttural growls and screeches filled the air, sending chills down the spines of everyone inside.
Youn-joo's voice rang out again, commanding and calm. "Listen to me. If you want to live, we fight together. We pool our strength, and we make it through this. If not, you're on your own."
The group exchanged uneasy glances, but the sight of the advancing creatures brought reluctant agreement. The man who had doubted her earlier spoke again, his voice quiet. "Fine. What's the plan?"
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Youn-joo took a deep breath, her voice steady and unwavering. "Those with status screens, stay sharp. Use whatever abilities you have and find the creatures' weak points. The rest of you, stay close and don't do anything reckless."
The old man nodded, his expression grim but resolute. Outside, the mist thickened, and the creatures neared. Youn-joo turned toward the group.
"Everyone, grab something! Anything you can use to fight back!"
Hae-in stood close behind her, looking up at her with fear in her eyes. "Aunt, I'm scared."
Youn-joo's expression softened for a moment before hardening again. "I will protect you, Hae-in.I swear it."
As the battle drew closer, the survivors began to act. They grabbed whatever makeshift weapons they could find—glass bottles, hammers, fire extinguishers. Youn-joo scanned the room one last time, assessing the situation. Every move would count now.