Crunch, crunch. Deli—cious. Coo, kie.
In 2791, humanity conducted repeated experiments to find a new energy source.
However, the virus born in that process was not a simple disease.
It was a disaster that turned living flesh into shells of endless hunger, destroying human instincts.
When the virus first spread to the world, it looked like nothing more than a simple flu or infection.
But as time passed, the skin grew pale, the eyes clouded over, and the victims soon turned into beings possessed by hunger.
As time went on, the virus continued to mutate.
2798, Present.
The virus did not stop at creating simple zombies.
It adapted to the environment and evolved into new forms.
Shadows that move faster in the dark, monsters that crawl over ruins, and even beings that mimic human voices to lure prey.
The virus seemed to possess an intelligence that evolves itself, rather than being a simple biological infection.
It absorbed the host's memories, imitated their behavior, and turned into a more sophisticated hunter.
The concept of 'zombies' that humanity once knew collapsed long ago.
The monsters of today were just the new faces of the virus.
Those who survived in the ruins called this evolution 'Learning.'
The virus learned about humans by eating them and mimicked humans while destroying them.
And no one knew what would be waiting at the end of it all.
Let's start from the beginning. From the day everything collapsed.
2791. It was the year humanity began to strangle itself.
No one knows the cause. Some scientists called it a virus, some conspiracy theorists called it God's judgment. Whatever the truth, the result was one: humans began to bite and tear at each other.
Seoul, South Korea. This city, once packed with ten million people so tightly they could barely breathe, had now become a massive grave mixed with rotting flesh and concrete debris. The infected roamed the streets. Things that were once office workers, students, and someone's mother now searched for the living with hollow eye sockets.
And in the middle of that hell, there were six survivors.
Jin Wei, who was sitting on the railing of an abandoned building's rooftop swinging his legs, clicked his tongue as he looked down.
"Ah, they're swarming again. Must be their feeding time."
Where Jin Wei's gaze was fixed, five or six infected were staggering toward the building on the road below. They look slow, but they are things that charge like crazy when they react to sound; if you're fooled by their appearance, you die.
Igor, who was checking the magazine of his pistol on one side of the rooftop, looked up. His expression was frozen cold.
"How many?"
"Six? Seven? I got bored counting and stopped."
He let out a sly laugh and spun the knuckles between his fingers.
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.08