Suddenly, let’s talk about sothing.
Humans naturally need a certain amount of sufficient sleep, and almost everyone struggles to secure this ti.
However, as society progresses and nurous reasons arise, the infringent on the right to sleep begins to accelerate even more.
If you’re a soldier, you stand watch or perform guard duty.
If you’re a student, you finish the given assignnts.
If you’re a working adult… well, there are many reasons.
In any case, in modern society, various people have their sleep ti infringed upon for various reasons, and as a result, they suffer a lot of ntal fatigue and stress.
Most of them would convert this stress into anger and irritation and express it.
So, why did I suddenly bring up this story?
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Because I was rudely awakened by the ICARUS device on my left wrist suddenly emitting a bright red light and vibration, as if the world was ending.
When I ca to my senses, I found myself holding a tactical tomahawk in one hand and staring forward.
I was in a stance where I could strike at a virtual enemy at any mont.
…Haah.
I felt a surge of irritation.
“…Why is this happening at three in the morning?”
But in my mind, I was already analyzing the type of alert, as I had been trained to do.
Normally, wearing special lenses would tell you what the alert is about. Besides, there was no reason for sound or light to occur during an operation because of the risk of exposure.
Since it was unfamiliar information, reverse engineering it was easier.
“…Information leakage alert?”
Had the entire ICARUS data center been hacked or the nodes been completely compromised? Why was this alert sounding now?
Feeling a late dizziness, I sat in the chair and turned on the monitor, which I had turned off.
The computer linked to the device displayed the warning content in large letters.
The screen was endlessly filled with nurous scripts that I didn’t even want to read.
Roughly checking, it was about comparing data investigated on the internet with the data inside the device to see if there were any matches or similarities.
The problem was that there were thousands, exceeding five digits.
If it had been just a month ago, I would have imdiately deployed sowhere, but at this point, I had crossed worlds.
That ans….
“It ans there’s a lot of related content on the internet…”
One thing was certain; it was no longer an alert I needed to care about. After a few manipulations, the red light and vibrations that filled the room quickly disappeared.
It was three in the morning, and naturally, it was pitch black outside… Given the vibration, it must have ant that so significant data had been collected.
Since I had to stay without a major schedule for a while anyway, I decided to investigate and go back to sleep.
The computer was still processing, and opening additional windows might actually shut it down, so most of the confirmation had to be done through the device’s hologram.
I excluded unrelated content.
Lee Yoo Jin, New York, Washington, terrorist, Artemis, Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant, etc… Things that had no direct correlation when searched independently.
Among the information derived from the keywords entered into the search engine, those unrelated to my life or the previous world.
After excluding trivial or randomly categorized information and sorting aningful data,
“…Dark Zone?”
Why does this term keep appearing?
There was no need to dig deep into my mory. It was a term I heard just today while contemplating which gun to shoot before the range.
However, to recall the entire context of the conversation at that ti… Certainly, more effort was required than before.
Little by little, my mories resurfaced.
…Wasn’t it said to be a very popular ga?
It had been a very long ti since I played a ga, but the echo of my mory before facing the cold winter of New York faintly resonated.
My hand, which was about to search for it on the internet, stopped abruptly.
After a brief silence, the typing resud.
-Searching Tree Wiki….
…My distant mories told that for gas, you should refer to sites written from the user’s perspective.
Although the site’s na differed slightly from what I rembered, the main hopage layout was intuitively understandable.
The search bar at the top right. I carefully entered the keyword “Dark Zone.”
Before I even pressed enter, nurous related searches unfurled.
And───
“…Ha.”
Found it.
You bastard.
*
Well, it’s the sa anywhere in the world,
In this world, there are dia and creative works dealing with a person’s life or the world at the ti associated with that person, including autobiographies and moirs.
Whether it’s fiction or reality, person or event, people refer to nurous materials and historical records to recreate them anew and pleasingly.
They beco movies, books, novels, and the reborn lives and worlds of many people.
Watching those, I sotis harbored curiosity.
It’s an old story and a simple question.
Just, well… What if one’s life or information about where I was is processed into a new dium and shown to people?
And what if the person involved witnesses it?
What would they think?
…But, in this world, even that was more common than expected.
Many people whose lives were made into movies were already gone from the world, but given the era, there were also cases where they were not.
However, from a general person’s perspective, that was sothing they’d never be involved with.
I thought it would be the sa for .
But,
-Click.
“…The sun’s already up.”
Seeing it in reality, the feeling was quite new and shitty.
To the extent that I forgot about the passage of ti.
A sudden story, but I… liked FPS gas before.
You aim, place the enemy in the center of the sight, and pull the trigger.
In sowhat realistic gas, you consider bullet drop and travel ti.
You kill the enemy that way.
Among the many things in the category of gas,
FPS gas, where only the graphics, system, and UI have advanced, held the clear goal of killing the opponent, which remained unchanged over ti.
Of course, as tis changed and technology developed, various elents were added to this genre.
For example, damage by body part, healing, needs like hunger, and goals not centered on killing the enemy but on survival….
However, even these could not deny that the basic premise was the FPS genre.
So, I liked the simple FPS gas where you just had to kill the enemy without worrying about other complexities.
But….
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-Dark Zone, the first to surpass $700 million in global esports market size!
-Mark Henslow, CEO of ICARUS International, completely denies any similarity between Dark Zone and the actual U.S. military!
-Recreating nurous past FPS gas in virtual reality!
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…New York, Washington, and nurous other major cities I had risked my life countless tis to restore.
The fact that all of these were turned into a virtual reality FPS ga,
“Ha….”
What’s there to hide?
The information and storylines I gathered while browsing this wiki, all of it was what actually happened and what I experienced.
The fact that it was consud as just a ga made feel quite dirty.
But what’s even more ironic is why this exists in the world I returned to.
The world rembers my past. In a very trivial way.
It was like facing a huge black box. But unlike the forr, which you don’t have to check, I had to enter this ga to find out what it was about.
The way I returned, and how I should live from now on, was unclear, and a sudden task fell in front of .
I wanted to relax my frown, but I couldn’t.
I wanted to ignore it, but I couldn’t.
The search results derived from the keyword “Dark Zone” were like a fishhook. Once you witnessed it, you just got dragged along.
This ga was inseparable from , and even if I ignored it now, it would eventually co back to like a boorang.
Whether sooner or later, it was inevitable.
Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the mouse again.
If I had to go in, there was no hesitation. I cleared all unnecessary thoughts and kept only the thods to converge to one result in mind.
It would be a long investigation. It would take even longer since I wasn’t very talented in gathering information. I might not get the desired answer when I reached the end.
I didn’t care.
“…Then.”
First, let’s find out how to access it.
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