Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding.
Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons, wrapped in hellfire, descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen.
Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos.
Then, as if was nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor.
[Welcome to the New Era.]
[You have been granted 100 Coins.]
[Your Unique Skill has been awakened.]
[To survive, obtain more coins.]
[Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.]
Terror settled in.
Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over elements, others bent time or defied death itself.
Yet, some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they sealed their fate from the start.
The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve.
Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors turned into executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished, and the strong carved their place in this new world.
Yet, amidst this apocalyptic bloodbath, one man had done something truly absurd.
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A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping.
A notification greeted him.
[You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.]
[You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.]
He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?!
Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival, and his power was to take naps?
