Max Talent Player No Chapter 2: Nameless Observer

Chapter 2: Naless Observer

April 27, 2028.

As usual, I headed to the study room with my book bag in hand. Even if we lived in an era where ga concepts like dungeons and fields were the norm and people were running wild with their new careers as players, it was all a world completely detached from .

I should just study hard.

Earning my keep as a civil servant was perfectly fine for an incredibly ordinary person like . And to beco a civil servant, I had to study.

Ugh, its cold.

It was 5:20 in the morning. The early morning breeze from a spring not yet touched by sumr was especially chilly today. As if they hadnt expected the cold, the people who had woken up at 5 am fastened their lapels as they strode towards their destination.

The study room was located in Jongno, about five bus stops away. Looking at the electronic display, the 702A bus was going to arrive in two minutes.

But sothing feels off

It wasnt like I was deliberately looking at my surroundings, but sothing felt different from usual. If soone asked

what was wrong, I wouldnt be able to give an exact answer, but in any case, sothing was strangely different today.

Co to think of it.

The bus stops billboard was featuring makeup being sold by Pink Velvet, an idol group that had enjoyed their heydays in the past.

Did they get back together?

I wouldnt know, since I hadnt been watching TV lately. Of all the idol groups, Pink Velvet was probably old enough to almost be considered ancients from the previous generation.

Its been ten years, but they look exactly the sa.

Their faces were exactly the sa as I rembered them being ten years ago. I had heard the expression that celebrities have preservative complexions' many tis before, but this made

wonder if they were actually slathering preservatives all over themselves. Their faces hadnt changed even a little bit.

I rummaged through my bag.

Wheres the study sheet Ah, here it is.

Ten years ago. Jongno. The beginning of the Cataclysm.

I read through the notepad in my hand again and again. Modern history was the most important subject in the current civil servant exam, and these notes organized the approximate tiline of the Ten Years History.

The bus arrived. Its doors opened and I climbed up the stairs.

[The Tutorial began with the Primordial Fog.]

This bus was going to Jongno, the sa place that was at the center of the Cataclysm ten years ago.

[Out of 150,000 people, around 145,000 died.]

While I was focusing on my notes, I started hearing murmurs.

Huh? Whats with the sudden fog?

What?

You cant see a thing out there.

My concentration broke when a bunch of people started making a fuss about sothing. I looked around, wondering what was going on.

Huh?

For a mont, I was struck speechless.

What is this?

Was it fog?

I can hardly see anything out there.

It was the first ti I had seen fog so thick in downtown Seoul. The Primordial Fog from ten years ago might have been this dense, maybe?

The fog is too thick.

I really couldnt see a single inch in front of . Suddenly, I rembered the notes I just read.

Ten years ago. Jongno. The beginning of the Cataclysm.

The Tutorial began with the Primordial Fog.

The bus slowed down considerably since the driver couldnt see the cars a few ters ahead. The fog was so dense a traffic accident could happen at any ti.

A sll?

I could sll sothing weird. It was a bit like a sewer, or if soone let a particularly slly one rip. It was enough to make

nauseous. I wanted to plug my nose, but endured it.

A sewer sll?

I looked back down at my study sheet.

With a disgusting sewer sll

Beep! Beep!

My phone was ringing. An ergency alert had been sent. The contents were approximately:

[Seoul Jongno district. Thick fog in the area. High risk of traffic accidents.]

I couldnt peel my eyes away from the study sheet.

and the issuing of an ergency alert to the Seoul area

I instantly ca to my senses. I looked at my surroundings again.

Jongno.

A rotten sewer sll.

Thick fog.

An ergency text.

It felt like Id seen this all before. Was it from a movie? Or a novel? I was getting goosebumps on my arms. No. It wasnt from a movie or a novel. It wasnt, but this was a scene that I was definitely familiar with.

No way.

My body began to shiver. My thoughts were turning blank.

No. It cant be.

I looked back at the study sheet. At the very bottom of the notepad I was holding was information that I had organized.

April 27, 2018. The Cataclysm began with the thick fog that had covered the Jongno/Gwanghwamun districts.

My limbs were shaking. The other people were still saying things like Whats going on? or Ive never seen fog like this before in fascination. But if this was the Cataclysm I knew, it was definitely not sothing to be sitting around being amazed about.

This makes no sense.

I couldnt believe it.

Am I dreaming?

There was no other option than to explain it as a dream. I had no idea why the events from the first part of the Ten Years History were suddenly happening right before my eyes. It was baffling. Why? How? How co? How could any of this be explained?

Wh-What date What date is it?

I needed to sort things out.

My phone. Right, l-lets look at my phone.

I glanced at my cell phone, hastily checking the date.

April 27th.

I couldnt help but be flabbergasted.

Heuk!

I gasped unconsciously.

2018?

I definitely left my house when it was 2028, and was on my way to Jongno in 2028. I definitely rode the bus. But the date on my cellphone was definitely saying that it was 2018. Since when did it start saying that? I had no idea. At so point, the phone in my hand changed to the S8 phone model that I was using back in 2018. But it wasnt the ti to be thinking about why this was the case.

Im going to go insane.

It wasnt enough to just say that I was going to go insane. I was having one of those so-called ntal breakdowns.

Im really ten years in the past?

It seed like the

of ten years ago went onto the Jongno-route bus of ten years ago. I didnt, no, couldnt, know why, but that was the conclusion I ca to. It was absurd, but that was the conclusion I reached.

* * *

This is insane!

My heart was pounding like crazy. Sothing unbelievable had happened. I was really going to lose it. I left the house like usual, and walked to the study room like usual. So how could I suddenly be ten years in the past? What kind of crazy situation was this? Faced with such an incomprehensible phenonon, my head was pounding and throbbing.

If I really went back in ti to 2018

If by so chance, I was going to Jongno on April 27

Shit!

If I wasnt careful, I could die. April 27, 2018: That was the day that marked the beginning of the Cataclysm. 150,000 people died during the first week, the period called the Open Beta or the Tutorial. Only 5,000 survived. The survival rate was absolutely brutal.

Proportionally, thats only 3 percent.

97 percent died and 3 percent survivedthat was the Jongno of 2018. I decided to try and calm down for now.

If I dont get it together, Ill die.

I couldnt die so pathetically. I decided I would think about why all of this had happened to

later. Because if this was the Jongno of 2018, there was a 97 percent chance I would die.

When I reached that point in my thoughts, an alert appeared.

[The Tutorial will soon begin.]

[Players, please prepare at your current position.]

This was pretty much a confirmation.

Even the alert happened.

Whatever the reason may be, I had to acknowledge that I had returned to the past. Sitting on the bus seat, I organized my thoughts. My limbs were shaking, but I tried to stay as composed as possible. I knew the future. In fact, I knew it very well, because I had been morizing the events of the past ten years for the past three years.

You have to calm down. Calm down, Kim Hyukjin.

Biting my lips hard, I closed my eyes for just a mont. I had to brace myself.

As soon as the fog cleared, I would be seeing hell. I would see pools of blood and people being eaten alive by Goblins. Many people might have already died. To be honest, I was scared and afraid.

Right. Even so, I have an advantage. I have to believe that. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I have a huge advantage. I can do it. I can do it. I can survive. I braced myself by repeating this several tis.

For now lets focus on surviving.

I can do it. I can survive. If I really did return to the past, I could save my mother who we couldnt afford treatnt for, and my sister wouldnt have to quit school to work at a factory to pay for my education.

My sister, who developed leukemia while working at a semiconductor factory to try and take care of

This ti, I had the chance to be the one helping her.

I just have to do it.

Although I only ever experienced dungeons in VR, I had read Tutorial strategy guides a thousand tis over, and watched Youtube videos on the subject ten thousand tis over. There were countless dungeons that emulated the Jongno of ten years ago, and strategy guides showing the contents of those dungeons were widespread all over the market.

I was one of the people morizing all of that information by rote.

I will definitely survive.

I had to check to be sure, but if I had actually gone into the past, my mother would still be alive, and my sister wouldnt be working at the semiconductor factory yet. At the very least, I could undo a large number of things that had gone wrong in my life. It could be that this was an opportunity.

I have to live.

Still sitting, I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and organized my thoughts on the current situation.

What did I have to do to live through this? What did I have to do from here on out?

My limbs were shaking, but I made an effort to keep as calm as possible.

I can do this.

My will to survive was stronger than the shock I was feeling at the occurrence of this improbable situation.

The Primordial Fog. And the 1st wave of Goblin attacks.

How should I get through the Goblin attack? My talent diagnosis showed

that it was close to zero. What could soone with as little talent to be a Player as I do to survive?

There were definitely people without talent who lived through this before.

How did they survive? The survival rate was 3 percent. I had to be in that 3 percent. I took another deep breath and sketched out an approximate plan of what I had to do in my head.

The Tutorial. Since Im inside the bus right now, a conditional safe zone will probably be announced.

I laid out the actions I was going to take, piece by piece. I was surprised at how good my concentration was. It seed that my desire to live was stronger than I thought. I was a lot more composed and quick to adapt than I thought I could be.

So composed that it was almost unbelievable that I was soone who had an evaluation of [No Talent].

Suddenly, another ssage appeared. In a very short amount of ti, I had planned many things in my mind, detailing ways I could raise my survival rate by even a small amount, but I never considered the following ssage.

[The Naless Observer is carefully watching your actions.]

[The Naless Observer has begun to take an interest in you.]

My thoughts ground to a halt for a split second.

The Naless Observer?

A Guardian had started taking interest in .

But I heard that Guardians put an utmost importance on talent.

They even had nicknas like talent leeches. Didnt Guardians hunt for talented Players early on so that they could invest in them? They were known for treating talentless people as less than human. So why were they interested in ?

That wasnt the end of the incomprehensible ssages.