When Si Hon woke up, there was no light waiting for him.
Not darkness either.
It was something deeper— pitch-black, the kind that didn't just hide things but swallowed them whole. It felt like wearing blindfolds made of night itself, like the world had simply decided to stop existing beyond a few inches.
"Night already?" he muttered, voice dry and rough.
He pushed himself up slightly, the movement sluggish, and immediately felt the faint warmth trapped inside the tent. It wasn't comfortable— not even close— but it was enough to remind him that he wasn't freezing to death anymore. Definitely not out of kindness.
Outside the red barrier, the blizzard still roared like a distant beast. Inside, the air remained still, heavy, cold— but tolerable.
Si Hon rubbed his face slowly, exhaling.
"Okay… once there's light…" His voice cracked slightly before he steadied it. "then I guess I'll make a fire."
He nodded to himself, as if sealing a contract.
It was a reasonable plan.
A smart plan.
The system appeared instantly.
「HAHAHA. NO YOU WON'T.
YOU'LL PROBABLY JUST LIE DOWN AGAIN.」
Si Hon's eyes narrowed into a flat glare. "You're laughing now? Behind my back?"
「Yes.」
"Traitor."
He crawled toward the entrance, fingers brushing against the fabric before pushing it open just slightly. Cold air slipped in immediately, thin and sharp— but something else made him pause.
"Why is it so quiet?"
The storm wasn't.
But something beyond it was.
Still.
Watching.
Slowly, he leaned forward and peeked outside.
The red circle glowed faintly against the ground, casting a dull, ominous light. The tent's shadow stretched unnaturally long behind him.
And beyond the barrier—
Shapes stood.
Tall. Broad. Unmoving.
Dozens of them.
They crowded the very edge of the circle, like children peering through glass— except these "children" were massive, their breaths steaming heavily into the cold, their eyes reflecting faint white dots in the dark like predators waiting for permission.
"The hell?" Si Hon whispered.
One of them leaned forward.
Not stepping.
Just… tilting.
Its head lowered until its glowing eyes hovered inches from the invisible barrier, staring directly at him. Its breath hit the unseen wall and curled upward like smoke.
Si Hon blinked once.
Twice.
"Yo, what the hell. Systemy, what is that."
The window appeared immediately.
「Hostile entities have located you. They cannot enter the Safe Zone. However… they are persistently curious. And don't call me that nickname.」
"Sure," Si Hon muttered, pointing lazily. "but that one's drooling."
Another creature pressed its massive hand against the barrier, claws dragging faint sparks across the surface.
Si Hon stared at them.
They stared back.
A long second passed.
"Yeah, no."
He zipped the tent shut.
The sound cut through the silence like something offensive.
Inside, darkness wrapped around him again. The fabric trembled slightly as something brushed against it— not breaking through, not even trying… just touching.
Si Hon sat cross legged, slow and stiff.
"They're still out there, aren't they?"
「Yes.」
"Waiting?"
「Yes.」
"For me?"
「Yes. Enthusiastically.」
He inhaled quietly.
"Okay."
He lay down, pulling the blanket over himself like someone accepting a fate with mild inconvenience.
"Wake me up when the sun magically appears."
The system twitched.
「I hate you.」
Outside, the creatures breathed.
Slow.
Patient.
Watching the small tent in the center of the safe zone like it was the only warm thing in a frozen world.
The world brightened eventually— but not with sunlight.
It was that pale, empty glow that snow created, reflecting light from nowhere. A fake morning. Bright, but lifeless.
Si Hon crawled out of the tent like his body had filed complaints overnight. His joints cracked, his ribs protested immediately.
"Oh right," he groaned, wincing. "That wolf dragon thing… punched me."
He stretched instinctively— then immediately regretted it.
"UGH— okay, okay, I get it. No stretching."
The blizzard had calmed, though the air still bit at his skin. Snow crunched under his feet as he looked around.
The shapes were gone.
Thankfully.
The silence they left behind wasn't comforting— it felt hollow, like something had simply stepped out of sight rather than truly disappearing.
Si Hon stood there for a moment, scanning the treeline as if expecting one of those massive silhouettes to lean forward again. When nothing moved, he exhaled slowly and called out, "Systemy?"
「Yes?」
"Gotchu— Ahem… I mean. Food. Water. Those exist here, right?"
There was a pause.
「Technically, yes. But not inside the Safe Zone, duh.」
Si Hon's expression flattened. He didn't react immediately, just stared ahead as if processing the words at half speed. "So where?"
「Outside. With the hostile monsters.」
The system giggled.
Actually giggled.
Si Hon let out a quiet breath, eyes half-lidded. "You're evil."
「Thank you (◍•̀⤙•́◍)」
He didn't respond to that. Instead, he stepped closer to the edge of the red circle, boots crunching softly against the snow as he stared down at the faintly glowing boundary. It pulsed gently beneath him, a thin line separating "alive" from "very much not." He tilted his head slightly, studying it like it might change its answer if he looked long enough.
"What if I just step out a little?"
「I recommend you don't.」
He lifted his foot anyway.
The system flickered violently.
「STOP.」
He stepped forward.
For a brief, almost moment, reality seemed to hesitate— like a skipped frame in something too large to notice properly. Then the red circle shrank, flickered once—
And disappeared.
Gone.
Just like that.
Si Hon froze mid step, the shift immediate and undeniable. The air turned sharper, colder, heavier— as if the world had been holding its breath and suddenly exhaled all at once.
"Uh."
The system appeared beside him, its presence no longer playful.
「You. Are. So. Stupid.」
"Wait— wait—"
He stepped back quickly, almost slipping in the snow. The moment both feet crossed back into where the circle had been, the ground lit up again. The red boundary reformed in a smooth pulse, humming faintly like something restarting after being forcibly shut down.
Si Hon blinked, glancing down at it, then back up. "…Oh. So it only works when I'm inside?"
「Yes. You are the anchor. Without you, it does not exist.」
"Why?"
「Why not?」
He dragged a hand down his face, fingers pressing into his eyes as if trying to squeeze out a patience. "I'm gonna die here."
「Statistically? Most likely. And don't you want that?」
"That was yesterday."
He let out a slow breath, forcing his shoulders to relax. "Okay… plan. Food, water, fire…" His voice steadied as he spoke, like saying it out loud made it more real. "Simple. Manageable. Not dying immediately."
Then—
A low growl rolled through the forest.
It wasn't loud.
But it didn't need to be.
The sound carried through the snow, deep and vibrating, like something large had just reminded the world it was still there.
Si Hon went still.
"Why does that sound familiar?"
「Reminder: The creature that broke your ribs is still on this floor.」
"Cool. Love that."
He turned back slowly, as if choosing not to think about it any further—
And froze.
The cube was closer.
It sat half buried beside the tent, its dark surface peeking through the snow like it had always been there… except it hadn't. He was sure of that. The distance had changed. Not dramatically, not in a way that screamed danger— but enough.
Enough to feel wrong.
"Why is it closer?"
「Maybe something carried it.」
"Ha. Ha."
There was no humor in his voice.
Still, he crouched down, brushing the dirt off its surface. The moment his fingers touched it, he paused.
It was warm.
Warm in a way that didn't belong in this place.
"Okay," he muttered under his breath, staring at it now with more focus than before. "Cubes aren't supposed to be warm."
「It's not a normal cube. And you didn't even check it yesterday. So ask yourself— why is it buried?」
Si Hon didn't even look up at the window as it spoke. His attention stayed on the object in his hand, fingers brushing lightly against its uneven surface. "Thanks, assistant."
「I will delete your lungs.」
"Try me."
He lifted the cube slightly, turning it over in his palm as if expecting it to react to his touch. It didn't. It just sat there— quiet, dense, wrong in a way that didn't need to announce itself. "Useless rock box," he muttered, though his tone lacked conviction.
Then he paused.
"Wait. That quest."
The system appeared instantly, like it had been waiting for that exact thought.
「> QUEST: Have a Nice Day <
Objective: Spend a peaceful day outside with Ivy.
Reward: ???
STATUS: COMPLETE.
Ohoho. I thought you forgot.」
"Yeah, yeah."
「Accept / Decline」
Si Hon's eyes flicked to the options, unimpressed. "…Why is decline even there."
He didn't wait for an answer. His finger tapped accept without hesitation.
「Mean. (｡•́︿•̀｡)」
Something dropped into his palm.
A button.
Black— too black. Not glossy, not matte, just… absence. It didn't reflect light… it swallowed it, like a small fragment of something deeper than color itself. It felt heavier than it should, cold in a way that didn't match the environment, like it carried its own temperature.
Si Hon turned it slowly between his fingers. "What's this for?"
The system hesitated.
Actually hesitated.
「Unknown Item registered. Data access restricted. And… I don't even know why the reward was that… (´ . .̫ . `)」
"Right. Well… maybe same as yesterday."
His gaze shifted between the cube and the button, something quieter settling behind his eyes. Not excitement. Not fear. Just a slow, creeping curiosity that refused to stay buried.
"What if I combine them?"
The system jerked.
Not flickered.
Not lagged.
It jerked, like something had hit it from the inside.
「WOAH! LETS DO. NOT.」
Si Hon blinked once, then tilted his head slightly. "Why?"
「We might regret it.」
"So it's probably useful."
「STOP.」
He ignored it.
His thumb traced the edge of the button as his thoughts drifted just enough to justify the idea. "What if it summons something helpful? A healer?"
「No.」
"A cook?"
「No.」
"A friend?"
「Absolutely not…」
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Si Hon's lips.
"Good enough."
And before the system could react—
click.
The moment the button pressed into the cube, the world… slipped.
Not shattered. Not broken.
Just paused.
Snow froze midair, each flake suspended like a painting caught between frames. The wind disappeared— not faded, not quieted, but gone entirely. Even the cold stopped moving, settling into something fixed and unnatural.
The cube shifted.
Not physically.
Not in a way the eye could follow.
It changed the meaning.
Folding inward, then outward, then somewhere in between— becoming hollow, becoming open, becoming something that wasn't meant to be described with shape alone.
Si Hon instinctively took a step back, his breath catching slightly despite himself.
"Okay," he murmured under his breath. "That's new."
Then—
Something stepped out.
Small.
Bare feet pressing lightly into the ground. A thin white dress drifted around a fragile frame, untouched by the frozen wind. White long hair fell softly around her shoulders, and her eyes— clear, reflective— held no glow, only a quiet depth that mirrored everything looking at them.
She stopped a few steps away.
Looked at him.
Tilted her head.
And smiled.
"Hello."
Si Hon blinked, caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. "Hi?"
The girl's gaze remained steady, curious in a way that didn't quite feel human.
"Are you my summoner?"
"Me?"
She nodded once, gentle and certain.
"Then I will follow your first command."
Behind him, the system completely lost composure.
「YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT.」
Si Hon ignored it.
His focus stayed on the girl, studying her in the same way he had studied the cube— carefully, quietly, like he was trying to understand what kind of problem she was.
"Uh," he started, voice slower now. "Can you make water?"
"I can."
"Nice."
She smiled.
"But I won't."
The word landed clean.
Simple.
Final.
Si Hon blinked again. "Huh?"
She stepped closer, her movement light, almost weightless. Snow shifted around her feet as if avoiding contact rather than reacting to it. Her smile didn't change— but something beneath it did.
"I do not grant requests."
Her voice softened slightly.
"I grant consequences."
Si Hon went still for a moment, the words settling in.
"What kind?"
She blinked once.
"Random."
"Random good?"
"Random."
"Random bad?"
"Random."
"Random deadly?"
"Random."
"Random… goods? Heh…"
"Random."
He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling through his fingers. "Alright… nevermind, I'm going to die."
「Yes.」
Silence hung for a second.
Then—
Slowly—
Si Hon smiled.
"Alright. Let's try something small."
He pointed lazily toward a stick lying half buried in the soil.
"Pick that up."
The girl glanced at it.
Lifted her hand slightly.
And the stick—
vanished.
No movement. No transition. Just gone.
Si Hon's mouth opened slightly, then closed again. "Huh?"
"I followed your command."
"That's not what I meant."
"It is what happened."
The system chimed in, almost pleased.
「Reminder: You chose this.」
Si Hon stepped forward, crouching slightly to where the stick had been, then back at her. A faint grin began to form— slow, deliberate, like something clicking into place.
"Then let's try again."
She tilted her head, watching him with quiet interest.
"Command me."
Si Hon straightened, eyes sharpening just a little, the earlier laziness fading into something more focused.
"I command you…"
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I'll fix the next one tomorrow hehe.