After a near-fatal accident, nineteen-year-old Anastasia wakes up in a collapsing dystopian world, trapped in the body of Kiah Solvane, an estranged member of a fallen noble house.

Her only goal? Get back to her dying mother before time runs out. But to do that, she must navigate a city ruled by violence and secrets.

To reach the Mysterious Overseer beyond the wall — the only one who might undo the glitch that brought her here — Anastasia must join a rebel group, fight through mutated Degenerates, infiltrate secret factions, and most importantly, cross a goddamn steel wall.

Two years. One borrowed body. No second chances.

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"S-shit…"

Everyone stilled. 

A slow, piercing, and ominous sound came from behind them.

It buzzed like a swarm of insects. A high-pitched droning that scratched Kiah's nerves. She had never heard a cry like that in her life.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Even her bones shook at the searing sound.

'What the hell was that?'

Another cry echoed from the left.

Then one from the front.

They were surrounded.

Kiah slowly turned toward the direction of the cry closest to her. A shadow moved in the alley between two buildings. Then another slithered across the street, faster than their flashlights. Shapes began emerging from the gloom, their outlines hunched and broken.

They hid in the shadows.

Kiah caught a faint silhouette by her right, and she raised her flashlight, hands trembling. The beam travelled up: brown, muddy legs, torn rags hanging off gray skin… and then—

Her breath caught in her throat. She gasped, and her stomach churned in revulsion.

The creature's scalp barely clung to its skull. One eyelid was gone, the other twitching unnaturally. A portion of its cheek had been ripped off clean, exposing yellowed bone and a pulsing, greenish sludge oozing down its jaw.

Its lips widened as if it was smiling as his eyes locked on hers.

SHRIEK!

In the blink of an eye, it moved, bolting right towards her.

'Shit. Shit. Shit.'

Kiah's heart stopped.

She reached for her Labrys behind her, but she was too slow. Before she could make a swing, the degenerate was already in front of her at a terrifying speed. Its rotting breath hit her face, assaulting her nostrils, making her want to wretch.

Suddenly, something slammed into her.

She felt a crushing pain as its fist collided with her ribs. She swore she heard a sickening crack before she was sent flying across the street into the wall of a decaying building like a ragged doll.

A jagged plank stabbed into her shoulder, wrenching a scream from her throat as pain exploded through her body.

A metallic taste filled her mouth.

She coughed and choked before spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her eyes went wide as fear crept into her bones.

Her limbs trembled from the impact, and her vision blurred.

Only one thought ran through her head.

'What in the world was that thing?'

Soon, Anwyll broke the silence as he remembered something.


"I almost forgot. I have something for you." He stated, whipping out a sleek metallic card from his pocket and stretching it out to her. "Congratulations on your first pay."


Kiah's eyes widened slightly. It was a token.


Her lips parted in surprise before a small smile tugged at the corners. She took the token carefully, turning it over in her hand. It was lighter than she expected, smooth and cold against her palm. A faint shimmer ran through its edges when she tilted it under the sun — data woven into metal. Not coin, not credit card — something in between.


"Finally," she murmured, staring at it like it was a priceless treasure. 


Her payment for the mission had arrived. She had almost forgotten about this part.


For the first time since waking up in this forsaken world, she had something that was hers — earned, not given out of pity or duty.


Chapter 87 - Rewards