Rin felt the ground beneath his feet before he saw anything.

  Smooth stone.

  Solid. Cold—but even.

  Not the dampness of tunnels.

  Not dust.

  Not the smell of death.

  When he opened his eyes, light met him gently.

  Not a blinding flash.

  Not a violent teleportation.

  A steady clarity.

  Almost… reassuring.

  He stood before towering walls of pale stone, perfectly carved. Monumental gates opened slowly and soundlessly, as if they had been waiting for their arrival all along.

  Above them, an inscription was engraved in an unknown language.

  The System translated it automatically. Without emphasis.

  — Starting City.

  Rin inhaled.

  The air was clean.

  Too clean.

  Around him, thousands of figures appeared one after another. Humans—disoriented, exhausted, some wounded—but alive.

  Far more than he expected.

  Far fewer than at the beginning.

  Whispers rose. Then voices. Then restrained cries.

  “…We’re alive.”

  “Is it over?”

  “Holy shit… is that a city?”

  “There aren’t any monsters, right?”

  Rin didn’t answer.

  Inside the walls, the city stretched endlessly.

  Wide paved streets. Solid buildings.

  Too solid. Too clean.

  Lanterns cast warm light, though no sky was visible above.

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  There were no ruins.

  No blood.

  No corpses.

  And most importantly—

  No silence.

  The city was alive.

  Human silhouettes moved calmly. Men and women with neutral expressions and precise gestures. Some wore aprons. Others simple uniforms.

  Blacksmiths. Merchants. Clerks. Guards.

  NPCs.

  They spoke. Worked. Occasionally smiled.

  An odd tension gripped Rin’s neck.

  “…It’s safe here, right?” someone murmured behind him.

  He turned.

  Dae-hyun stood there, face drawn but upright. Ha-joon clung to his sleeve as if afraid he might vanish. Mi-sun was already observing the city, arms crossed, gaze cold.

  “Too safe,” Rin replied.

  Mi-sun tilted her head slightly toward him.

  “You’re thinking the same thing.”

  “Yes.”

  A city offered.

  Without battle.

  Without visible conditions.

  The System never gave anything for free.

  They moved forward with the flow of survivors.

  As they entered, collective tension began to loosen.

  Shoulders dropped.

  Breathing steadied.

  Some laughed nervously.

  Others cried.

  A man fell to his knees and kissed the ground.

  Rin looked away.

  Translucent screens slowly appeared above the main streets, visible to everyone.

  Not an alert.

  Not a quest.

  An explanation.

  [NEUTRAL ZONE — ENTRY CITY]

  — Direct attacks are prohibited.

  — Intentional murder is punishable.

  — Open conflicts are disabled.

  Then, after a short pause:

  — Indirect manipulation is not restricted.

  — Abandonment is not punishable.

  — Environmental consequences remain valid.

  A chill ran down Rin’s spine.

  Mi-sun gave a faint smirk.

  “So as long as you’re not holding the weapon yourself…”

  “…the System looks away,” Rin finished.

  Laughter erupted nearby.

  “Hahaha! Seriously? That’s it?”

  Jin-woo was already walking ahead, hands in his pockets, easy smile on his face. He looked around like a tourist on vacation.

  “Honestly, after undead rats, this almost feels like a low-risk MMORPG.”

  No one responded directly.

  But several strangers looked at him.

  And smiled.

  Rin noticed.

  They crossed a large central plaza. At its center, a fountain of clear water flowed quietly. Survivors washed their hands, their faces—some drank without hesitation.

  No system message.

  No restriction.

  Rin stopped abruptly.

  He studied one wall. Then another.

  The stones were flawless.

  Too flawless.

  Even the cracks felt… intentional.

  “Everything’s too coherent,” he murmured.

  Ha-joon lifted his head, squinting.

  “…And there’s no unnecessary noise. It’s like the city is… holding its breath.”

  Rin nodded slowly.

  “Exactly.”

  He looked toward a tower rising higher than the others at the city’s center.

  Not enormous.

  Not threatening.

  Just… present.

  And he understood.

  The Tutorial had tested their bodies.

  The city would test their humanity.

  Excited shouts echoed from farther away.

  “There’s a tavern!”

  “Beds!”

  “Merchants!”

  “They’re selling food!”

  The flow scattered instantly.

  Survivors spread through the city like water finding cracks.

  Mi-sun watched it happen.

  “It’s starting,” she said simply.

  “Yes,” Rin replied.

  “Now people will decide how they want to survive.”

  He looked around.

  Alliances were already forming.

  Eyes measured one another.

  Hands extended.

  Or withdrew.

  Rin felt the weight of his skill—silent, waiting behind his interface.

  Here, he could rewrite flows.

  But not hearts.

  He inhaled slowly.

  The city did not sleep.

  It watched.