I stood on top of the city wall, watching flames devour the battlefield below. People screamed, ran, burned—and died. It should've been tragic.
Instead, I scoffed coldly.
"Idiots," I muttered. "Seriously, trying to flex on an S-Rank threat with your puny B- and C-Rank egos? Look where that got you—roasted."
My arms crossed as I leaned over the edge, eyes half-lidded in boredom. If there was one thing I had learned in this apocalypse, it was this let the overachievers die first.
I tilted my head back, letting the breeze graze my face—until the sky cracked open.
She descended through the smoke like a vision from hell and heaven combined.
Akira.
Dark blue hair whipped behind her like a comet's tail. Her purple eyes glowed with terrifying authority. She wore a tight, jet-black battle dress with veins of crimson crystal lining her curves—not too much, but just enough to make a man stare longer than he should.
My breath caught. Her presence alone made me dizzy.
No—nauseous.
Not because she was trying to crush me with her aura. No, she didn't even notice me.
It was just that I was too damn weak.
Her energy was borderline S+, and I was… well, I wasn't even on the damn chart.
If I'm being honest, I'd be dead ten times over without her. Akira had been protecting me, feeding me, and dragging my sorry ass through every major disaster since the apocalypse began.
And before you think I'm just some pretty freeloader, listen—I'm not completely useless. I've got a face sculpted by the gods, raven-black hair, and green eyes sharp enough to pierce hearts. But Akira didn't keep me around for my looks alone.
No, she kept me because of my tongue.
No, not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter.
I'm a smooth talker, a master strategist, and I speak like every word out of my mouth was meant to worship her. Which, to be fair, it kind of was.
She's tall, terrifyingly dominant, and so influential no one dares cross her. She's part of the Union—basically the apocalypse's mafia-meets-military elite—and she's always taken care of me.
But I'm not blind.
Sometimes, her eyes linger on me too long. That sharp gaze of hers—it's like she wants to devour me. Whole.
I get goosebumps just thinking about it.
Still, no matter how generous she's been, giving her my first time? Hell no. I want my first time to be with a soft, cute, submissive girl who says "please" and "thank you." After that, sure—Akira can throw me against a wall if she wants.
I sighed, shaking my head. "Then again… probably just my imagination. No way she's actually into me."
I looked at the spear in my hand. Standard, sharp, boring. In a world where everyone's awakening flashy superpowers, I had nothing. Just this stick and my gift of gab.
"It's not fair," I muttered, slumping down. "Everyone else gets cool Superpower and i literally have none?."
Still, things were relatively calm—for now. The wall beneath me shuddered as monsters pounded on it, but it was strong enough to hold against even an S-Rank.
I gazed over the edge—and that's when I saw it.
A red-furred monster limping along the battlefield's edge. It looked like a wolf the size of a tiger, with eight eyes and black horns. But what caught my attention was what it had in its mouth
A mirror.
Silver-framed, horned at the edges, with a glowing red gem embedded in the center. Surrounding it were other crystals—blue like sapphire, gold like sunstone, green like emerald fire.
My jaw dropped.
"…That's gotta be worth a fortune."
Greed surged through me like lightning. I vaulted off the platform and ran after it.
The wolf was injured. Its pace wasn't faster than mine—finally, something on my level. It stumbled along the edge of the battlefield, dragging itself away from the chaos.
By the time I caught up, it had collapsed.
Dead. Exhausted. Just lying there like a gift from the apocalypse gods.
I grinned and crouched beside it. "Rest in peace, you big red idiot. You've done your job."
I snatched the mirror from its jaws and held it up to the light. It gleamed like treasure, like destiny, like profit.
Even in the apocalypse, something like this would sell for a ridiculous amount of food, weapons, or whatever I needed.
But then the air shifted again.
And I looked up.
My blood turned to ice.
A massive swarm of A-Rank monsters were climbing over the battlefield ridge. Not five. Not ten.
Hundreds.
"..."
"W-WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?"
One of them—a panther with magma claws and glowing red eyes—locked eyes with me. It licked its lips.
"Nope," I gasped. "Nope-nope-nope-nope—!"
I turned and ran like hell, clutching the mirror like it was my newborn baby.
"Akira!"
No response.
Of course not. She was still busy fighting the S-Rank monster from earlier.
it's not like i could summon her like a Pokemon to Help me.
I stumbled, legs burning, lungs on fire. One of the monsters darted toward me, faster than I could think.
That's when i snapped
I made eye contact—with the mirror.
Specifically, the red crystal at its center.
It pulsed.
Light swallowed me whole.
And the world shattered.
—
I landed face-first in soft grass, gasping for air.
Birds chirped above me. Sunlight trickled through the trees. It was… peaceful?
I sat up, coughing. Around me stood towering trees, blooming flowers, and fresh, clean air.
"What the hell…"
I turned behind me—and nearly screamed.
Three corpses. Two humans in long, elegant robes slumped against a shattered stone wall. A massive black serpent lay dead nearby, fangs shattered, body smoking.
"…Oh. Oh no. Oh yes?"
Their robes—embroidered with dragons, tigers, and mystical symbols—looked ancient. Martial. I could still feel the power in the air, like echoes of an S-Rank or higher.
My jaw dropped.
"If my guess is right…"
I turned the mirror in my hands. The red gem had dimmed. A new one—the light blue crystal—was now glowing softly.
"…I'm in a Murim Dimension."
My heart pounded. My fingers trembled. My eyes lit up with the most powerful weapon I'd ever wielded—greed.
I didn't know where I was, or how I got here, or what exactly this mirror was…
But I didn't care.
I licked my lips and grinned.
As i saw the Two expert dead Hmm~ what a Lucky day.