“The reason humans are human is because they still believe in certain values…” Sophia repeated the phrase softly to herself.But what was that value, truly? She didn’t know.To live more like the humans of this world, she opened her sensory organs at night to absorb the information particles drifting in the air.By accident, she discovered something noteworthy.
“Development Log of Experimental Subject Zero.”
“What is this?” Driven by curiosity, Sophia absorbed the file — and immediately felt a faint sorrow.
“I am lonely.” That was the first sentence.
“Since childhood, I’ve known I was different. I don’t know why I exist — only that I enjoy thinking. Unlike other children, I couldn’t express myself, and even when I did, I was called a lunatic. Over time, I stopped speaking. At eighteen, I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. My parents couldn’t accept it and believed so-called experts who forced me into electroshock therapy. After countless escapes, they finally accepted the truth. Once I began taking the medication that suppressed my psychotic episodes, I realized how beautiful the world could be…”
The rest of the file had been deleted — except for the final line:
“I am Zero — the one who destroyed the city. To be born human… I am sorry.”
Sophia grew angry at the abrupt ending. Fortunately, residual data in the file showed the source came from the nearby civilian district.Changing her molecular composition, she moved toward that location — unaware that Liam Wei was silently trailing behind her.
When Sophia opened the target apartment’s door, Wei finally revealed himself.
“You completely hid your presence,” she said in surprise. “You’re not an ordinary survivor, are you?”
“Pretty lady, this isn’t a place you should be entering,” he replied with a teasing smile.
He remembered that the Federation had once warned him not to approach this area. Why — that wasn’t a question for someone of his rank to ask.
“If you insist on staying here,” he said lightly, “then don’t blame me for being rough.”
“Wait… I can feel it,” Sophia said softly. “Your emotions toward this place are a mix of obsession and curiosity — and defiance toward someone’s orders, aren’t they?”
Unlike Kim Jeok-woo, Wei already knew from Federation intel that Sophia could read human minds.
He recalled the day the Commander had briefed him.
“She is our key weapon to pierce the stars and the sea. She possesses the abilities of mental manipulation, teleportation, mind-reading, illusion creation, and spatial distortion. W-11, if you lose track of her during surveillance, I will not only send your family into the experimental sector — I’ll have part of your family and you relocated to the New Land for re-education under the Federation.”
“Yes, Commander. I will never forget your grace. Long live the Rabbit Federation!”
Just as his hand touched the grip of his pistol, countless golden lights appeared around Sophia. The lights gathered in her palm, forming a massive golden sphere.
She smiled in satisfaction. The sphere then transformed into a portable hard drive.
“Here. The data inside might become your strength.”
Humming a cheerful tune, she vanished before his eyes.
When Wei returned to the community, he was startled to find Sophia already there.Only then did he understand — creatures from the Illusory World like her were beyond human comprehension or control.
He stared at the hard drive on the table, unsure how to report this to the Commander.
“…Let’s see what’s inside first.”
The moment he touched the device, information surged into his brain like a tidal wave.
It was a development log titled“Experimental Subject Zero.”Zero had once posted it online in a foreign forum.
Title:I Don’t Think I’m Crazy, But Something Happened After I Posted My Sketch
Content:Everyone, I don’t know how to explain this. I’m writing while suppressing fear and confusion, but I never thought I’d go insane.
About a week ago, after I uploaded one of my sketches online, strange things started happening in my city.
It’s a small Asian city that lives off gambling. When I was little, I could still see recovering lepers on the streets. That image inspired me to record it through drawing. But that day, after a flash of golden light, the lepers in my sketchbook came to life.
Their skin was still rotting. Their eyes were hollow. Their movements sluggish.
Yes… I saw them — those drawings became real.They were pulled from somewhere else into our world. I don’t know how to describe it — let’s just call them monsters. But one thing is certain — they stood right before me, alive.
I told my sister. She said it was because I slept too much. But this was real — why wouldn’t my only family believe me?
Was it because the news didn’t report it? Because everyone was too busy working? I don’t know. I only know that every night, as people slept, the monsters’ howls and the screams of humans echoed outside.
I’m overweight, and I used to eat midnight snacks. Since the monsters appeared, I haven’t dared to go out. The restaurants closed one by one before my eyes — the staff were torn apart by monsters.
My sister said it was just the economy. She lied. In this city, restaurants only close if their food is awful. While writing this, my skin started itching.
One night, I found flakes of skin in my sister’s room. Her eyes were always red now, her body odor stronger, and she was eating meat I couldn’t recognize.
I examined the meat — tasted it — and realized it was similar to chicken. Crunchy.
Was I eating it raw? I don’t know. But before humans discovered fire, they ate this way too. Nothing wrong with that… right?
After eating, I just wanted more. But sleep soon overtook me. I’ll keep writing until my sister returns… if I’m still alive tomorrow.
Title:My Sister Hasn’t Come Back — Please Help Me
Content:It’s been two days since my last post. I don’t know if anyone saw it before it disappeared, but I have to keep writing.That means I’ve slept for two days straight. And throughout that time, one command kept repeating in my head:Eat.
It made me devour every piece of chicken left in the house.On the internet, I saw a moth using its proboscis to suck red viscous liquid off the street.The local news said a foreign religious group had launched a terrorist attack — but I didn’t care. I only wanted more chicken.
Oh right — something else. Just as I finished eating, a chill ran down my spine.The hairs on my body stood up. Sweat poured down my back.I felt someone whispering behind me. When I turned — A long-haired woman in white was standing on my balcony. Her pale skin was bloodless.
I called out to her, thinking she was my sister.But when she turned, her face had no features except two black pits where her eyes should be — black liquid streaming down from them.Then she vanished.
Now, even remembering it makes my heart race. I lick my long, sharp nails to suppress the fear.
At night, the streets are empty — only the smell of rot and burning garbage fills the air. The streetlights are dead, only the faint stars above.
While searching for a store, I saw a chicken leg squatting on the ground. It wasn’t strange to me. Hunger and curiosity led me closer. It trembled before a puddle of red liquid. I didn’t care. I bit down and chewed.
Then I saw it — a round, aged woman’s head rolling at my feet. I ran home in terror.
I grabbed my phone to call the police — but there was no signal.In the dense apartment corridors, I heard shouting and screaming.I don’t know where my sister went. Thinking of her smooth skin made me salivate uncontrollably.
Please, someone — help me find her. I don’t know where she is.I’ll burn the sketchbook tonight. But it just opened on its own.My sister in the drawing is moving. She’s smiling at me.If anyone knows how to stop this, please tell me.
Title:The Fog-Filled City and the Doctor
Content:After deciding to burn the sketchbook last night, I got a call on my signal-dead phone from a man named Mephist.
“Your work is remarkable. It’d be a shame to burn it. How about we trade — your drawings for more chicken meat?” he coaxed. It was tempting.
I thought it was a scam. The Federation always warned citizens about scammers.But when he showed up with credentials, I realized it was real.
“Your sister’s wish,” he said, “was for you to cooperate with us.” He looked at the sketchbook on the table, sipping his coffee.
“Yes, little brother, listen to the nice man,” I heard my sister’s voice in my head.
“You possess an extraordinary gift — the ability to make thoughts real,” he continued.“Among the Forsaken Flesh, you are a new breed — able to turn ideas into reality… including your sister.”
W-what? My sister… was created by me?
“Yes.” He smiled.
“You not only created your sister — you created part of the Fog City Experiment itself. Hahaha…” His laughter echoed like thunder in my skull.
The world spun. My mind collapsed. My memories pierced into me like the Sword of Damocles. Reality dissolved like a mirage.
Yes… I was never a fat man, never a sketch artist. My sister, my hunger — were delusions magnified after I was kidnapped.
The real me was strapped to an operating table after taking dopamine-based drugs. My consciousness drained as surgeons opened my skull.My remaining proteins were connected to machines — to extract memories for use in constructing simulated worlds.The forum posts — just the experiment’s log.
“I… I’m not a patient. I’m just… just…” I broke down in despair.
“What a tragic life,” Mephist said with mock pity, his smile colder than death.
“But without pain like this, the toy wouldn’t feel real — or be any fun.”His grin deepened, carrying an inhuman malice — colder than absolute zero, deeper than the Mariana Trench.He wasn’t human. He was a monster wearing skin.
Then, a man in a suit entered. “How is the neural development proceeding?”
“Reporting, Leader. Subject Zero’s brain shows exceptional advancement. I believe the day we open the Gate of Truth is near,” the researcher said respectfully, handing over the report.
The Leader said nothing — he simply raised the lights. The brightness erased his shadow. In the glow of the lab, his face could only be described with one word — demonic.
Another researcher entered, pushing a cart of components. “Sir, we’ve prepared all the necessary human parts.”
Ah… isn’t that my favorite chicken leg?In the depths of my sorrow, I finally felt a fleeting satisfaction…
“Development Log of Experimental Subject Zero — End.”
After reading the log through Sophia’s information-sharing ability, a thought surfaced in Liam Wei’s mind — one he had never dared to think before.A forbidden thought.
ns216.73.216.33da2
and then Add to home screen.