One_Eye_Dog

In a world where reality is rewritten by an unknown system, Ryo, an ordinary man, finds himself trapped in a deadly survival game that follows the rules of a novel only he has finished reading. As Hunters and Beasts roam the ruined city, slaughtering anyone in their path, Ryo must navigate alliances, betrayals, and the unseen forces controlling the game.

But when he discovers the brutal massacre of the people he once sought to protect, he realizes that the rules he thought he understood are beginning to change. With no clear enemies or allies, and a lurking presence more terrifying than the Hunters themselves, Ryo must decipher the truth before he becomes the next victim.

The only thing keeping him alive? The knowledge that he alone knows how this story ends.

The Last Reader

The smell of blood hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Ryo stood among the corpses, his fingers clenched into fists. His mind tried to process it—to make sense of the brutality before him—but there was no logic to it.

Takeshi. The mother. The old man. The son.

The screen flickered before him, almost mocking in its indifference.

Ryo exhaled slowly. His heartbeat was steady. Not out of calmness, but out of a cold, creeping realization.

The woman behind him spoke first, her tone unreadable.

Ryo turned to her, eyes narrowing.

"You've seen something like this before?"

She nodded. "In the first few days of the game, I came across a massacre like this. No finesse. Just raw, uncontrollable slaughter."

She looked at him then, studying him.

"This wasn't the work of a normal Hunter."

Ryo already knew that. The wounds were too wild—too reckless.

The beast that did this didn't kill for survival.

Haruto took a step back, his breath shaky. "Ryo… do you think…"

"We need to move." Ryo's voice was firm. "Whoever—or whatever—did this might still be watching."

The woman smirked, amused by his quick deduction. "You catch on fast."

She glanced down at the bodies one last time.

"Too bad for them. Wrong place, wrong time."

Haruto turned pale. "How can you say that?"

"They're dead. We're not." The woman shrugged. "That's all that matters."

Ryo didn't respond, but his grip on his weapon tightened.

She was right—and that was the worst part.

As they turned to leave, the system blinked to life again.

> [New Scenario: The Prey's Awakening]

You have witnessed the aftermath of an unfinished hunt.

The system's words sent a chill down Ryo's spine.

That's how long they had before the predator came back.

And if the system was giving them a warning, that meant only one thing—

Ryo was already running, instincts taking over.

The woman followed without hesitation, her hand on her knife. Haruto stumbled after them, breath ragged.

The building's narrow corridors stretched before them, a maze of abandoned rooms and bloodstained walls. Every step echoed. Every breath felt too loud.

Ryo's system screen flickered again—

They reached the end of the hallway—only to find a dead end.

A collapsed section of the building blocked their escape. Rubble. Concrete. There was no way through.

Haruto let out a strangled sound. "No… no, we can't—"

The corridor behind them darkened.

A monstrous figure, hunched and twitching. Its body was distorted, like something that had once been human but had long since abandoned that form.

The Beast’s Trail