The air in the training field was sliced apart by heavy punches, each blow leaving a low, rumbling whoosh behind.
At the front, Captain Derrick threw another explosive punch. Every strike carried enough force to make the air itself crackle.
Kyle Grayson leaned casually against a rack of training gear, hands in his pockets, watching with lazy amusement.
It had been three whole weeks since he crossed into this apocalyptic world.
Once, he was just an average office worker on modern Earth.Now?He was a patrol guard in the outer "Blackwind Zone" of Greyrock City.
To put it bluntly—A high-end security guard.
His job?Protect the farms that were worth more than gold in this ruined world.
The reason he accepted it was simple:It guaranteed a meal every day.
Suddenly, Derrick threw another punch—
PA!
A sharp, crisp sound rang out.
Then something unbelievable happened.
A fist-sized, glowing red number "3" popped out of Derrick's body and bounced onto the ground.
Kyle's eyes widened.
"…Did I just hallucinate?"
But the red "3" lay there quietly—glowing, real, impossible to ignore.
A split second later—
A cold, mechanical voice exploded inside his mind.
[Ding! Host's mental fluctuation detected. Binding conditions met.][Super Pickup System—initiating binding…][Binding successful.]
Kyle's mind went completely blank.
A system?The classic cheat every transmigrator should have?
Three weeks late…But finally here?
[Detectable attribute drop: Strength +3. Pick up?]
The voice echoed again.
Kyle's gaze locked onto the glowing red orb on the floor.
"Pick up," he whispered.
The red light vanished instantly.
A warm surge rushed through his limbs, flooding his entire body.His muscles tightened, and every nerve felt like it was cheering.
[Pickup successful. Strength +3.]
A transparent screen appeared in front of him—like a hologram straight from a sci-fi movie.
[Kyle Grayson][Strength: 116][Agility: 101][Physique: 102][Spirit: 105][Skills: None]
(Adult male standard = 100)
"Holy—!"Kyle almost burst out cursing.
It was all real.
He looked at Derrick again—And now the captain no longer looked like a human.
He looked like a walking loot box.
Derrick threw another punch.A green orb popped out—another glowing "3."
[Detectable attribute: Agility +3. Pick up?]
"Pick! Pick!" Kyle yelled in his mind.
The orb was absorbed, and lightning seemed to shoot through his nerves.
Next, Derrick kicked out—A yellow orb dropped.
[Detectable attribute: Physique +3. Pick up?]
"Pick up! Absolutely!"
Warm energy spread through his core, like his organs were being upgraded.
Physique rose from 102 → 105.
Kyle's eyes shone like a starving wolf staring at fresh meat.
Derrick finally stopped to wipe sweat, turning—and met Kyle's burning stare.
"…Kid, why are you staring at me?""I—I'm not into you!" Kyle waved his hands fast. "I'm just… interested in the glowing orbs you drop!"
Derrick squinted at him, confused, then shook his head.
"Whatever. Stop slacking. Go train!"
Kyle rushed into the training hall, heart pounding with excitement.
This place was heaven.
Whenever people trained, pushed themselves, or got emotional—attribute orbs DROPPED.
Inside, dozens of guards were sweating on treadmills, weight benches, and punching pads.Orbs of different colors dropped continuously like a rainbow waterfall.
[Strength +1 detected][Agility +2 detected][Physique +1 detected]
Kyle swept them all up with pure thought—like picking up candy.
Strength, agility, physique, spirit…Everything skyrocketed.
An hour later—
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The lunch bell rang.
Kyle opened his panel and nearly fainted.
[Kyle Grayson][Strength: 303][Agility: 265][Physique: 206][Spirit: 150][Skills: None]
"Insane…"
In just ONE hour, his strength had tripled, and agility and physique doubled.
Power surged through him.His fist clenched—bones cracking like popcorn.
He felt like he could punch through a car.
As he walked past the corner strength-testing machine, he paused.
Max capacity: 5000 kg.
"…Let's try."
He stepped back, twisted his waist, and swung—
WHOOSH—BOOM!
Air exploded.Metal vibrated violently.The whole training room trembled.
Kyle looked at his fist and grinned—Confident. Wild.
His real apocalypse journey had officially begun.