NOVEL WEB Chapter 3: Two-Worlds King System
Yasin wiped the sweat from his forehead, his mind racing.
The question had been haunting him ever since these two appeared.
This was the apocalypse.
No one could be trusted.
But for Yasin, who had traveled here from the peaceful year of 2025, watching two living, breathing people get torn apart by zombies without lifting a finger—it went against everything he knew.
More than that, if he stayed alone in this place with no electricity, no internet... Would he lose his mind from loneliness?
Were these two the last survivors here?
Living with an international celebrity couple—perhaps this apocalypse wouldn't be so unbearable after all.
With a deafening crash, the iron gate finally gave way under the sheer weight of the zombie horde, collapsing like a dam breaking.
An unstoppable tide of the undead flooded through.
"Lena! We have nowhere left to run!" Lena Whitmore clung tightly to Jack Coleman, her tear-streaked face filled with despair.
A towering, muscular zombie surged ahead of the pack, lunging at them with terrifying speed.
Jack trembled, holding Lena in his arms. He squeezed his eyes shut, abandoning all hope of escape.
At that moment, the heavy security door swung open.
"Arghhh!" Yasin let out a roar, dashing forward at an almost inhuman speed, swinging his weapon with all his strength.
With a sickening crunch, the massive zombie's head exploded like a watermelon.
[Ding! System detected. Binding Two-Worlds King System…]
[10%...]
[20%...]
There was no time to process the strange voice in his head. Yasin grabbed both of them and yanked them inside before slamming the heavy door shut behind them.
Jack and Lena collapsed onto the floor, breathless and shaking. Overwhelmed with emotion, Lena sobbed into Jack's shoulder.
Yasin, on the other hand, stood frozen. His entire body trembled, his palms sweaty. The wooden bat in his hand slipped from his grasp, clattering against the floor.
Even knowing these things were zombies, they still looked human. Killing them felt eerily like murder.
[Binding complete.]
[Energy from zombie brain core detected. System is collecting and charging…]
[Charging progress: 10%...]
[Continue eliminating zombies to accumulate energy.]
The synthetic voice echoed in his head once more.
Suddenly, a strange, white energy flowed into Yasin's body. The panic and exhaustion weighing him down instantly lightened. The dryness in his throat vanished, replaced by an oddly refreshing sensation. Strength surged through his limbs.
In front of his eyes, a holographic-style energy bar appeared out of nowhere. On the far left, there was a small green dot. On the right, the number "10%" glowed in black.
What the…?
A system?!
The Two-Worlds King System?
Was this… one of those legendary cheat systems from the novels he used to read?
What could it do?
Yasin was still processing this when the relentless sounds of the undead snapped him back to reality.
"ROAAAARRR!!"
"GRRHHHHHH!!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Zombies slammed against the doors and windows. Their grotesque faces smeared against the glass, leaving behind streaks of blood and an unidentifiable, disgusting slime.
No time to think.
"Close the curtains! Stay quiet!" Yasin ordered.
It was a trick he had learned from zombie movies—he wasn't sure if it would work, but at the very least, it would spare them from having to look at those horrifying faces.
To his relief, it worked.
The moment the curtains were drawn, the noise outside lessened. Peeking through the gap, Yasin saw the zombies slowly beginning to wander off.
"Thank you for saving us," Lena Whitmore choked out between sniffles, offering Yasin a tearful smile.
Her delicate features were striking, her beauty enough to make any man's heart skip a beat—but her eyes carried a certain arrogance.
She spoke politely, but there was a thinly veiled sense of superiority in her gaze.
It wasn't personal—it was instinct.
Lena Whitmore was a rising Hollywood star, an American darling with an unstoppable career ahead of her.
Her beauty and talent made her one of the most sought-after women in the world.
And the man standing before her?
Half a month ago, this man wouldn't have even been qualified to shine her shoes.
It wasn't arrogance. It was simply fact.
Yasin, who had spent years navigating corporate life in his previous world, immediately sensed the subtle distance in her expression.
"Phew…" Jack Coleman let out a long breath, shifting his grip on the fire axe in his hand before extending the other toward Yasin.
"Thank you for saving us. I'm Jack Coleman, and this is my wife, Lena Whitmore."
"Nice to meet you both." Yasin shook his hand firmly, unable to deny the thrill of meeting two Hollywood superstars in the flesh.
Lena nodded politely, but neither she nor Jack asked for Yasin's name.
And Jack subtly furrowed his brow—barely perceptible, but noticeable enough.
Then, almost imperceptibly, he retracted his hand a little too quickly.
"Good thing you opened the door when you did. We almost died out there." Jack chuckled, but there was an underlying implication beneath his words.
It wasn't exactly a complaint.
His tone and expression carried no resentment.
Rather, he exuded a refined charm, the effortless charisma of a Hollywood leading man. There was kindness in his demeanor, a sense of grace—like a nobleman offering forgiveness to a subject.
"I was upstairs when you knocked. It took me a moment to get down here." Yasin smiled apologetically.
It was only half true.
That strange system voice had momentarily distracted him, and now, he was eager to figure out what it was. He had no patience for small talk.
Still, beneath the surface of their words and actions, Yasin could sense it clearly—
That unspoken distance.
The wary politeness.
The silent but unmistakable gap between them.