Canaan
Stories
6
Chapters
155
Words
262.4 K
Comments
140
Reading
21 h, 52 m
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"Do you believe in God?" "What?" "Why do you think miracles happen?" "....." Suddenly, this guy was asking me a question on the level of "Do you believe in the Tao?" and a fireball was boiling inside me. Zombies were swarming outside, and I was trapped in this short period of time, repeating death countless times, so why was he bringing up God and making a fuss? "Don't tell me you want to say that you're God? So you brought me here, sent me those f*cking messages on a dead phone, and you're…-
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"...Could it be, did you bring us here to protect us from those things?" Suddenly, a voice sounded, and when I turned my head, Do Ji-hyuk was standing there, looking down at me. He was trying to maintain his composure in this chaotic situation. But Do Ji-hyuk's efforts were in vain in less than a minute. His expression, which instantly turned to horror at the sight of something, made me follow his gaze. To my astonishment, the severed arm of the zombie was still wriggling and moving. Its vitality was on…
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The sound of more than twenty zombies flooding into the hallway instantly made the surroundings noisy. Do Ji-hyuk and Yoo Min-ho, puzzled by the out-of-place beastly noises, stood looking at the end of the hallway. Just then, a high school student who got off the elevator stopped walking toward the building entrance and looked in the direction of the sound. It was the high school student zombie who had once chased me to the real estate office. First impressions were such a scary thing. Seeing the high…
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Still, he was relieved that the two A-ranks didn’t fight. Actually, come to think of it, although they often bickered, they never actually fought. “Well then…” Sijin awkwardly began, turning to the person he had promised to have drinks with. But why was Jeong Taeyul armed? Sijin eyed the pistol strapped to Jeong Taeyul’s thigh with apprehension before cautiously holding out Ham Geonwu’s jacket. “Guide Jeong Taeyul, you’re coming for drinks too, right? Should we meet…-
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The jeep cruised peacefully along the coastal road. On the surface, it seemed like Sijin was enjoying a scenic drive with Jeong Taeyul. However, contrary to the peaceful atmosphere, Sijin couldn't shake off the feeling of unease as he observed their surroundings. At regular intervals along the road, he spotted observation posts bearing the F12 Center emblem, a clear sign that they were still within the Center’s territory. Hesitantly, Sijin asked, “Aren’t we going for…
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At the edge of the Center's outskirts, facing the scenic ocean view, stood four large black containers joined together in a rectangular formation. Sijin had heard about this place from Examiner Shin Dayoung. Known as the “Black Container,” it was a resting place exclusively for F12 Center personnel. Founded by a retired Ability User who had previously worked at the Center, it served as both a cafe and a bar for those affiliated with the F12 Center. Originally, consuming alcohol while on standby…
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Taking a deep breath, Sijin downed half of the liquor in one go. The sharp burn spread down his throat. He found it incredibly strong, but Ham Geonwu, who had finished his own glass, looked perfectly fine. “By the way, Esper Ham Geonwu, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about…” Sijin began, once he felt like he could speak again. “Doctor, we’re not at work. You can relax and speak comfortably around me.” “Huh?” Ham Geonwu said as he took a sip of ice water.…
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A cool night breeze brushed against his cheek, followed by a gentle jostle. Sijin realized he was being carried on Ham Geonwu’s back, the man's black jacket draped over him for warmth. Ham Geonwu’s back… Sijin snuggled closer in his sleep, a sense of comfort washing over him. “Ham Geonwu.” Jeong Taeyul’s low voice cut through his sleep-fogged mind. Sijin’s senses flickered awake, but he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. Considering the amount of alcohol he’d…
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In the early hours of the morning, Sijin woke up with pins and needles in his limbs. His stomach churned uncomfortably, making it difficult to lie still. “Ugh…” He curled up in bed, clutching his stomach. He shouldn't have mixed so many different types of alcohol. Hangovers always hit his joints particularly hard, making the simple act of getting out of bed a monumental task. ‘My glasses…’ Sijin frowned, groping around blindly on the nightstand. Where were his…
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However, the scolding didn't bother him as much as it should have. He actually found himself grinning as he looked at Jeong Taeyul’s handsome face. Jeong Taeyul, without looking up, asked, “What are you smiling about?” “It's just… surprising, is all.” “What is?” “Do you usually take care of people like this?” Jeong Taeyul’s expression hardened at the gentle question, as if he had just been insulted. “…No, never mind.” He mumbled, pulling out a…
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