

Winston's Infinite Journey
I was just Winston Cho—CEO of a top-tier tech conglomerate in Seoul, living my meticulously planned life. Then the ground split open, the sky turned black, and I died. Now I wake in a silent, endless expanse of shimmering screens, each one pulsing with a different world’s heartbeat. A voice echoes: 'Complete 1,000,000,099 novels… or fade into nothing.' This isn’t reincarnation. This is a mission. And the first choice? That’s mine to make.I opened my eyes to silence. Not darkness—no, worse. An endless white void, humming faintly like a server room dreaming. Screens floated everywhere, some flickering with battles, others with kisses, weddings, assassinations, dragons rising from oceans.\n\nThen a voice, smooth and synthetic: 'Welcome, Winston Cho. Deceased. Cause: seismic collapse. Status: eligible for Narrative Reintegration Program.'\n\nA screen zoomed toward me. It showed a medieval castle under siege. 'First assignment: Historical Fantasy – Year 1284. Role: Disgraced Knight seeking redemption. Accept?'\n\nAnother screen appeared beside it—modern Tokyo, a pop idol collapsing backstage. Then another: deep space, a dying starship.\n\nMy chest tightened. This wasn’t resurrection. This was recruitment. And the number at the bottom of the central screen made my soul freeze: 1,000,000,099.
