The Hall Of Reflections(1)
The rotten scent of the jungle disappeared.
The sticky mud beneath their boots vanished.
A warm golden light swallowed everything.
When Lee Seo Jun opened his eyes, the suffocating forest of Verdant Hell was gone.
He stood in a vast space that seemed endless.
The ground beneath him was made of polished black glass.
It reflected the star-filled void above like a perfect mirror.
There were no walls.
No shadows.
No end in sight.
Only silence.
Only clarity.
A golden light flowed through his body.
The System was restoring them.
The pain from his cracked ribs disappeared.
The blisters covering his palms healed instantly.
His exhausted mana core filled to the brim in a single heartbeat.
Seo Jun slowly clenched his fist.
Power flowed through his body once more.
The exhaustion was gone.
The weakness was gone.
Only strength remained.
His gaze shifted toward the weapon resting in his hand.
A dark greatsword.
The blade once wielded by the Corrupted Knight he had liberated from centuries of torment.
Even now, a faint oppressive aura lingered around its black steel.
The System had acknowledged both the greatsword and the Legacy Crystal as legitimate rewards.
They belonged to him.
Seo Jun lifted the weapon and gave it a casual swing.
Whoosh.
The heavy blade cut through the air with surprising ease.
Despite its size, it felt natural in his grip.
As if it had always been meant to be wielded by him.
Like an extension of his own arm.
Around him, flashes of golden light began appearing.
One after another, throughout the endless hall.
The surviving participants began to materialize.
Ha Neul appeared first.
The moment the exhaustion vanished from her body, her legs gave out.
Thud.
She dropped to her knees.
"Ah..."
A shaky breath escaped her lips.
Her eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
The aching pain in her muscles was gone.
The cuts covering her skin had disappeared.
Even the suffocating fatigue that had haunted her for the past thirty-three hours had vanished without a trace.
Nearby, Min Ho appeared in another flash of light.
Then another cadet.
Then another.
Soon, dozens of participants emerged across the black glass floor.
Everyone reacted the same way.
They touched their arms, their faces, their chests, checking again and again.
No wounds.
No mud.
No blood.
Nothing remained of the nightmare they had just survived.
Only clean bodies and stunned expressions.
More flashes of golden light followed.
The number of survivors continued to grow.
Seo Jun silently counted the survivors gathered before him.
One.
Ten.
Fifty.
One hundred.
Two hundred...
The numbers continued to rise rapidly.
Three hundred.
Five hundred.
Seven hundred.
By the time he finished, a faint glimmer of surprise flickered across his eyes.
910 survivors.
Out of the original one thousand participants, only ninety had failed the first stage.
An absurd result.
The Towers had appeared in the capitals of every nation across the world.
While each country's participants underwent their tutorial within their own nation's Tower, humanity's overall progress remained interconnected.
Regardless of nationality, every floor cleared contributed to the unified climb of the human race.
Yet despite facing the same first trial... the difference this time was staggering.
In Seo Jun's previous life, fewer than two hundred and fifty people had survived.
The first stage, Verdant Hell, had earned its infamous reputation for a reason.
It was a slaughterhouse.
A merciless trial designed to crush humanity before its true journey had even begun.
Countless participants had fallen beneath the endless sea of greenery, overwhelmed by monsters, traps, and despair.
But death within the tutorial wasn't true death.
Those who failed would be expelled back to the real world.
Alive.
Breathing.
And permanently left behind.
They would lose their chance to grow stronger within the Tower, forever remaining ordinary people while the survivors continued to ascend.
In a world where power would soon determine everything, such a fate was often worse than death itself.
That was why Verdant Hell was feared.
Not because it killed people.
But because it decided who would become a future powerhouse and who wouldn't.
And yet... this time was different.
Everything had changed.
Seo Jun slowly swept his gaze across the crowd.
Exhaustion covered every face, and fear lingered deep within their eyes.
Confusion remained etched into their expressions.
Many were still struggling to process what had happened.
But they were alive.
More than six hundred people who should have failed the tutorial were standing here at this very moment.
All because of a single unexpected variable.
Him.
By discovering and eliminating the hidden anomaly lurking within the stage, Seo Jun had forcibly ended the tutorial after only thirty-three hours.
A trial that should have dragged on for days.
A nightmare that should have broken countless participants.
A culling that should have reduced their numbers to a fraction of what they were now.
Without realizing it, he had changed the course of history.
More than six hundred future Hunters had survived.
Six hundred individuals who, in his previous life, had never been given the opportunity to climb.
Six hundred variables that no longer belonged to the future he remembered.
Seo Jun stared at the sea of survivors in silence.
The world had only just entered the Tower.
Yet the timeline he knew was already beginning to crumble.
And this was only the beginning.
Pop!
A sharp sound echoed across the silent hall.
A cloud of green smoke burst into existence.
From within it, a familiar figure slowly descended.
Supervisor Krix.
The moment he appeared, several participants stiffened.
But Seo Jun immediately noticed something strange.
Krix looked... unsettled. Very unsettled.
His usually pristine top hat sat crookedly on his head.
His suit was wrinkled.
And his fingers moved frantically across a glowing blue clipboard.
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His large yellow eyes scanned the floating screen repeatedly, as if hoping the numbers would somehow change.
"Thirty-three hours..."
His voice echoed through the vast hall.
"The Hidden Guardian was eliminated in thirty-three hours."
The goblin lowered the clipboard and looked around.
His gaze swept across the crowd.
"Nine hundred and ten survivors."
His eyelid twitched.
Then twitched again.
"This completely destroys the projected mortality curve."
The survivors exchanged confused looks.
Most had no idea what he was talking about.
But Krix looked as though someone had just shattered years of carefully collected data.
The glowing clipboard disappeared.
For a moment, the goblin remained silent.
Then his gaze slowly lowered.
It stopped on a single person.
Lee Seo Jun.
More specifically... the dark greatsword resting casually on his shoulder.
The moment Krix saw the blade, something flickered across his face.
Surprise.
Confusion.
And a hint of disbelief.
It lasted less than a second, then it vanished.
The goblin's expression instantly returned to its usual theatrical smile.
As if nothing had happened.
As if he hadn't just seen something that should not exist.
"Listen carefully, you lucky little parasites."
The moment Krix spoke, the whispers died.
Nine hundred and ten survivors fell silent.
A satisfied grin spread across the goblin's face.
"You have successfully cleared Verdant Hell."
He spun his golden cane through the air.
The polished metal gleamed beneath the starlight.
"Congratulations. You survived a place specifically designed to make you suffer."
A few participants forced awkward smiles.
Others simply looked exhausted.
Krix's grin widened.
"As for the ones who failed..."
He shrugged casually.
"They were safely returned to Earth."
A collective sigh of relief spread through the crowd.
At least they were alive.
Unfortunately, Krix wasn't finished.
"Of course, their journey ends there."
The goblin smirked.
"Their memories of the tutorial have been shattered beyond repair."
The survivors froze.
"They will never awaken."
"They will never gain power."
"They will never enter the Tower again."
His yellow eyes curved into crescents.
"They will live and die as ordinary humans."
Whispers immediately erupted throughout the hall.
Some participants looked relieved.
Others looked horrified.
A few lowered their heads, remembering friends and family who might have failed.
Krix allowed the reaction to spread for a few moments before raising his cane again.
The hall instantly fell silent.
"But you..."
His smile slowly widened.
"You are different."
The goblin pointed toward the survivors.
"You have crossed the first threshold."
A strange tension filled the air.
"You have earned the right to continue climbing."
His voice became colder.
Sharper.
"Stage Two awaits."
The playful tone vanished from his face.
For the first time since appearing, Krix looked serious.
And that alone made the atmosphere heavier.
"The Hall of Reflections."
The atmosphere instantly changed.
Even Seo Jun's eyes sharpened.
"This stage is not a test of strength."
Krix's voice echoed across the endless hall.
"It is not a test of talent."
The grin on his face slowly widened.
"It is a test of your soul and mind."
A chill ran through the crowd.
The goblin tapped the mirror-like floor beneath his feet with his cane.
Clink.
"The mirrors will awaken."
His yellow eyes gleamed.
"They will drag out your deepest regrets."
"Your ugliest truths."
"Your greatest sins."
The atmosphere grew heavier.
Several participants turned pale.
Others clenched their fists.
Even the bravest among them felt unease creeping into their hearts.
Krix's smile became sharper.
"If your mind breaks..."
He paused deliberately.
"Your mana core will shatter forever."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
The weight of those words settled over the survivors like a mountain.
A shattered mana core.
A future destroyed.
A life trapped in weakness.
For those who had just entered the Tower, there was no punishment more terrifying.
Krix looked at their frightened expressions and chuckled.
"You have five minutes to prepare yourselves."
He tipped his hat.
"Good luck."
Poof!
Green smoke exploded outward.
When it cleared, the goblin was gone.
The silence lasted less than a second.
Then chaos erupted.
"What does that even mean?!"
"My greatest sins?!"
"How are we supposed to fight something like that?!"
"What if I fail?!"
Panic spread through the crowd.
People began pacing back and forth.
Some tried to calm themselves.
Others looked on the verge of tears.
Fear spread faster than any monster they had encountered in Verdant Hell.
After all, monsters could be killed.
But their own past?
That was something entirely different.
Amid the growing chaos, Seo Jun remained silent.
His calm gaze swept across the crowd.
These people were not strangers.
Not to him.
In the future, many of them would become humanity's shield.
Hunters.
Soldiers.
Commanders.
Leaders.
Some would die protecting cities.
Some would stand on battlefields stained with blood.
Some would carry humanity through its darkest hours.
But none of that could happen if they broke here.
Seo Jun slowly closed his eyes.
A memory surfaced from the depths of his previous life.
A technique he had learned long ago.
Not a combat skill. Not a sword art.
A leadership technique.
A practical method used by veteran Hunters, military commanders, and those responsible for guiding people through fear and despair.
A skill created for moments exactly like this.
Lion's Roar
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[Lion's Roar]
Rank: Elite
Level: 7
Description:
A martial vocal technique that infuses the user's willpower into their voice. The sound carries a commanding presence capable of cutting through panic, confusion, and hesitation. Those who hear it instinctively focus on the speaker, while allies find it easier to remain calm and organized. The stronger the user's understanding, the greater the effect.
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Seo Jun took a slow breath.
Then another.
Mana gathered within his body.
It flowed through his mana circuits.
Past his chest.
Past his aura.
Toward his throat.
The noise around him grew louder.
People were panicking.
Fear was spreading.
Yet Seo Jun remained calm.
Then he spoke.
"Listen to me."
His voice wasn't loud.
He didn't shout.
He didn't need to.
The words spread across the hall like ripples across a still lake.
Every conversation stopped.
Every cry fell silent.
It was as if an invisible hand had pressed pause on the entire world.
Nine hundred and ten pairs of eyes turned toward him.
Seo Jun stood quietly.
The dark greatsword rested on his shoulder.
His posture was relaxed.
His gaze was steady.
It was unshakable.
For some reason, simply looking at him made people feel calmer.
Made them feel safer.
"We are all carrying scars."
His voice echoed throughout the endless hall.
It was gentle yet impossible to ignore.
"No one here is innocent."
"No one here is perfect."
The crowd listened in silence.
"The System wants to use your pain against you."
"It wants you to believe your worst moments define who you are."
Seo Jun slowly shook his head.
"That is a lie."
His voice became firmer.
"The mirrors will show you your failures."
"The people you couldn't save."
"The mistakes you made."
"The choices you regret."
"The moments you wish had never happened."
Many participants lowered their heads.
Some remembered old wounds.
Some remembered people they had lost.
Others remembered things they wished they could forget.
Seo Jun's gaze swept across the crowd.
"Do not run from them."
"Do not deny them."
The hall became silent once more.
"Your darkness is part of you."
"The more you reject it, the stronger it becomes."
Several people clenched their fists.
Others bit their lips.
For the first time, they stopped trying to escape their fear.
"True strength isn't born from perfection."
"It is born from surviving your imperfections."
A few eyes widened.
"The strongest people are not those without scars."
"They are the ones who carry those scars and keep walking."
Something changed within the crowd.
The panic began to fade.
The fear remained.
But it no longer controlled them.
Seo Jun continued.
"When the mirrors show you your sins..."
"Look at them."
"When they show you your failures..."
"Accept them."
"When they show you your pain..."
"Carry it."
His calm eyes reflected the stars above.
"But never stop moving forward."
Silence followed.
A deep silence.
Then someone straightened their back.
Another unclenched their fists.
Someone who had been trembling stopped shaking.
Then another.
And another.
The fear that had consumed the hall gradually weakened.
In its place, something else appeared.
Resolve.
Not the resolve to win.
The resolve to face themselves.
Kang Ha Neul stared at Seo Jun without realizing it.
A strange feeling stirred inside her chest.
The person standing before her looked nothing like the academy cadet she remembered.
His words carried weight.
Not the weight of talent.
Not the weight of authority.
But the weight of experience.
Of loss.
Of survival.
As if he had walked through countless battlefields.
As if he had buried countless comrades.
As if he had lived through an entire lifetime.
Then...
Ding!
A crystal-like chime echoed throughout the void.
[System Notice]
[Grace Period Ended]
[Initiating Stage Two]
[Hall of Reflections]
[Isolating Consciousness]
The world shattered.
The survivors vanished.
The stars disappeared.
Everything dissolved.
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Seo Jun opened his eyes.
He stood alone.
A small room surrounded him.
Every wall was a mirror.
Every direction reflected his face.
Above.
Below.
Left.
Right.
Front.
Behind.
Thousands of reflections stared back at him.
Watching.
Waiting.
The air grew cold.
Then colder still.
A frost-like silence settled over the room.
Then the mirrors began to change.
The Hall of Reflections existed for a single purpose.
To force people to confront the wounds hidden deep within their souls.
Most people saw memories they desperately wanted to forget.
A cruel moment from childhood.
A failure that still haunted them.
A choice they wished they could take back.
A person they could never apologize to.
But the Hall was merciless.
It did not merely show those memories.
It sharpened them.
Deepened them.
Forced every buried emotion back to the surface.
Until the weight became unbearable.
Until people broke beneath their own hearts.
The mirrors dragged every painful memory into the light, forcing them to live through it all over again.
For Lee Seo Jun, the end of the world was not a single moment.
It was not a single tragedy.
It was not a single death.
It was a reflection.
A series of mirrors.
Each one showing a death.
Not distant.
Not symbolic.
But real.
Either already happened or still happening somewhere in time that should not exist.
The mirror to his left lit up first.
Seoul.
A city that once breathed life, now reduced to burning silence.
Skyscrapers collapsed like hollow bones.
Their steel frames glowed red as fire devoured entire districts.
Smoke rose into the sky like a dying scream.
And beneath the ruins... his parents.
The people who had once held his hands, who had once told him to stay safe.
Now lying beneath shattered concrete.
They had died protecting civilians.
Not as victims, but as people who chose to stand in front of death.
Motionless and lifeless.
As if the world had simply decided they were no longer needed.
Seo Jun did not breathe.
He did not move.
He only watched.
Then the mirror to his right shifted.
Busan.
Not a city anymore, but a battlefield stripped of meaning.
Jin Woo stood at its center.
Alone.
Before an endless tide of monsters that blackened the horizon.
Their bodies oozed corrosive acid that melted through armor, flesh, bone, everything it touched.
Jin Woo's body was already half gone and still, he did not retreat.
Not a single step.
Every movement was a sacrifice.
Every breath, a delay.
He fought not to survive but to buy time.
Seconds for civilians.
Moments for comrades.
A bloody resistance against the inevitable.
And then... he died.
The mirror ahead changed before the silence could settle.
Tehran.
Humanity's final battlefield.
His comrades fell one after another.
Blood painted the crater red.
Among them, Kim Seo Yeon.
A black spear pierced her chest.
Blood spilled from her lips.
Yet she still smiled at him.
Then she fell.
Finally, the last mirror appeared.
The Altar of the Genesis Epoch.
The place where he had sacrificed an entire world.
All for one chance.
One regression.
One impossible opportunity to change fate.
The reflection before him stepped forward.
It wore his face.
But its eyes were hollow.
Endless black voids that looked like they had forgotten how to see.
"Look at yourself."
The voice did not come from one direction.
It came from everywhere.
Inside the walls.
Inside the mirrors.
Inside his skull.
"You call yourself a savior."
The reflection tilted its head and laughed.
Not with joy, nor with mockery alone, but with a chilling sense of understanding.
"You failed them all."
"You watched them die."
"You sacrificed billions."
"You are not a hero."
"You are nothing but a butcher."
The air inside the hall collapsed.
Pressure dropped instantly.
An invisible weight pressed down on Seo Jun as if the world itself had decided to kneel on his shoulders.
A normal man would have shattered.
A normal mind would have folded into silence.
But Seo Jun did not move.
His feet remained rooted to the ground as if they had learned how to grow there.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
Not forced.
Not defiant.
Just quiet.
Almost relieved.
Something inside him stirred.
Indomitable Will.
A truth carved into his soul.
The pressure did not break him; it simply stopped meaning anything.
The reflection frowned.
"You still dare smile."
Seo Jun finally lifted his gaze and met his own hollow eyes.
He nodded once.
"You are right."
The reflection froze.
For the first time, confusion flickered across its face.
Seo Jun spoke slowly.
"I failed them."
His voice was calm enough to feel unreal in that collapsing space.
"I could not save them. I remember every moment I could not reach them."
The air trembled slightly.
"I sacrificed billions. I traded an entire world for another chance."
He stepped forward.
Each step sounded heavier than the last.
"I am not innocent."
He stopped just in front of the mirror.
His breath fogged the glass.
"But guilt is not a chain."
"It is my responsibility that I carry."
The reflection did not respond.
Seo Jun pressed his palm against the mirror.
The glass felt cold, like touching a gravestone.
"I remember every death. Not because they haunt me, but because forgetting them would be the real sin."
His eyes did not waver even once.
"And this time."
A faint curve formed on his lips.
Not hope, nor optimism, but certainty carved from ruin.
"I will not fail them again."
A crack spread through the mirror.
"But I will not run from what I have done either."
The reflection's expression distorted further.
Seo Jun's voice stayed steady.
"I accept every failure. I accept every mistake. I accept every drop of blood on my hands."
The mirrors around him began to tremble, the hall itself feeling highly unsettled.
The weight it had used as a weapon was slipping through its grasp completely.
"The people I lost. The ones I could not save. The billions who died."
His hand pressed harder into the glass.
"They are not chains."
A faint glow gathered under his palm.
"They are the reason I keep walking forward."
His eyes sharpened.
"This time I will give them the life they were denied."
A pause followed, one that felt heavier than silence.
"Even if I have to stop being human to do it."
The reflection cracked entirely.
And Seo Jun finally smiled.
It was small, yet completely unshakeable.
"They are the reason I move."
The hall shook violently as light poured through the spreading fractures.
The Hall of Reflections had prepared for denial, despair, and resistance.
But it had never prepared for absolute acceptance.
Seo Jun did not reject his guilt.
He did not drown in it.
He carried it proudly.
And because of that, the trial lost its grip on him entirely.
The mirrors shattered one after another, breaking into countless fragments.
The trial should have ended there.
For anyone else, it would have.
But the System was not satisfied.
As the collapsing Hall searched for one final way to break him, it dug deeper.
Past regret.
Past sorrow.
Past failure.
And it found something far worse.
For the first time since entering the trial, Seo Jun's expression changed.
The shattered mirrors suddenly turned black.
Pitch black.
A darkness that swallowed even light.