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A Space Marine Got a Status Window Prologue

Prologue

The‍ future of humanity​ in the year​ 2126 was not‍‌​ very different from‌ what humanity a hundred years earlier,‍ that is, in⁠‍ 2026, had imagined.⁠⁠‌

Humanity‌​‌ had ventured into​‍‍ space to free​‍ itself from the‌⁠ limitations of Earth’s⁠​ space and resources,‍​ and now explored​ the seemingly infinite⁠⁠⁠ resources and mysteries​‌ awaiting in the​‌ cosmos.

“Humanity​ will win the⁠ war against the⁠‍‌ Mog!”

And,‌ just as humanity‌ had imagined a hundred years earlier,‌‌ it was now​ waging a war‌‍⁠ against alien lifeforms​‌ that roamed through‍‌ space and threatened​ humanity.

That⁠ was all.

Human⁠‌ life expectancy had⁠ surpassed three hundred‍​ years. Most existing‌ diseases, including cancer,​ could be cured.‍⁠⁠

Technology​​ had advanced to‌‍‍ such an extent​ that it was⁠​ possible not only⁠‍⁠ to go on‍ space tours, but⁠ also to own⁠⁠​ a private home‍ on Mars or‍‍ the Moon, complete‍ with a swimming​​ pool and vegetable‌⁠‍ garden.

However,⁠ the way most​‌ of humanity lived⁠‍ was not very‌​​ different from a hundred years earlier.⁠​

“Humanity’s​⁠ technological advancement is​‌⁠ dazzling! We can‌ now enjoy countless‍ things that would‌ have been unimaginable‌‍​ a hundred years‌ ago!”

The​ reason was simple.‍‌

“As​‍ long as you​ have money!”

Everything⁠ mentioned above cost‍‌⁠ money.

A tremendous amount of‌‌‌ money.

In​‌⁠ fact, in a certain sense, making‍​ a living was​‌​ even harder than⁠ it had been‍⁠ a hundred years‌​‍ earlier.

After​​ all, a hundred​​ years ago, humans⁠​ at least did⁠​‌ not have to⁠‌ compete for jobs​‌⁠ against robots capable‌ of working twenty-four⁠ hours a day⁠‌ without complaining or‌‌⁠ even taking a smoke break, autonomous‌ vehicles capable of⁠​​ traveling at three‍‌‍ hundred kilometers per‌ hour without causing‍ a single accident,​‍ or artificial intelligences​​​ capable of producing‍ a thousand illustrations​ per second.

In⁠⁠ a world like​‍ that, there was⁠⁠ practically only one⁠⁠ way for an‌‌‍ ordinary person to‌ make a large⁠‌ amount of money.‍‍⁠

“We’re​​​ recruiting soldiers to⁠​ fight in the⁠⁠ war against the‌‍‌ Mog!”

Hunting‌ the Mog, a race of space​‍‍ monsters that threatened‍‍​ humanity from the‍​‌ depths of the⁠ cosmos.

Kim​⁠‍ Seojun had also‍ chosen that path.⁠‍⁠

“Yeongcheol.”‍

“Yeah,‌ what is it?”​

“Why‌ does Korea still​ have mandatory military⁠ service?”

“Because⁠ we’re still a divided country, aren’t‍​ we? You’ve got​ North Korea right‌‍ there.”

“Does‌ it really make‌⁠ any sense to‍ talk about a divided country in‌‌ the space age?​⁠ In a world​‍‌ as vast as‌‌ space, do you‌‍​ think that dividing‌‌ line still has⁠ any meaning?”

“Bastard,⁠ you got your⁠ draft notice, didn’t‍‍ you?”

When​‌​ he turned nineteen,‍‌‌ he received his‍​ draft notice.

“Yeah,‍‌ I got it.⁠​ Damn it. I don’t understand why‌⁠ they’re still sending‌ out draft notices‌⁠⁠ in the middle​⁠ of the twenty-second‌​⁠ century.”

“Why​‌ do you think?‌‌‍ From the country’s⁠‌⁠ point of view,⁠ it’d be absurd‌‌⁠ to waste an‍⁠⁠ opportunity to get‌‌⁠ cheap labor. Besides,‍‍ these days it’s​​‍ not like they‍​ force you to‍ do anything dangerous.​ You get a little basic training,⁠ they send you⁠‌​ to work at‍​​ a military factory,‌ and that’s it.‍ Right? Isn’t that​ how it works?⁠​⁠ Hey, wait. Seojun,⁠‌​ you’re not thinking‌ about… Hey, no.​⁠‍ Don’t fuck with‍⁠⁠ me. You’re not‍ thinking about that,‌ are you?”

And‍‌ when he received​‍ that draft notice,⁠ Kim Seojun said.​​​

“I’m​ going to enlist⁠⁠ in the Space‍‍​ Marines.”

He‍ would become a Space Marine, cross⁠ through space, and‍‌‌ fight alien monsters⁠‌ face-to-face.

“Are‍ you fucking crazy,⁠ idiot?!”

Naturally,‍‍​ it was madness.​⁠

“Why​​⁠ the hell do​‌‌ you want to‌‌ do something that‌⁠‍ suicidal?”

“Why​‌‌ do you think‍​⁠ anyone enlists in⁠​ the Space Marines​⁠ these days?”

“For‍ money?”

“Yeah.”‌

But‍ Kim Seojun had⁠​ no choice.

“My⁠ brother collapsed.”

“Jinsu‍⁠ hyung?”

“My​ sister-in-law doesn’t want⁠ to tell me‍ anything, but it‌ seems pretty bad.​‌ Especially his liver‍ and pancreas. He‍​​ needs new organ‍⁠ transplants, but you‌‌ know what the‌ prices are like,⁠ don’t you?”

His‌ brother was sick.‍‌

“Hey,⁠⁠‍ even so, that’s‍ too……”

“It’s​⁠‌ not a matter​‌‌ of whether it’s​ too much or‍ not. Yeongcheol, you⁠​‌ know too. You‍​ know everything my‌ brother went through​​‍ for me and⁠ Hyeeun.”

“Well,‌​ that’s……”

And‍‍ to Kim Seojun,​​ his older brother,​‌ Kim Jinsu, was‌‌ not simply a brother.

“I‍‍ still can’t imagine‌​ what it must‍​‌ be like to‍ become the head‍‌​ of the family⁠ at fifteen and‌‍‌ have to take​‍ care of two‍​‍ siblings aged five⁠ and three.”

A tragedy had befallen‌‌‌ their parents.

But,⁠‍ in the midst⁠‍​ of that tragedy,‌‌ Kim Seojun’s older⁠‌‌ brother had not⁠ broken down and⁠ had sacrificed everything‌⁠​ for his younger‌ siblings.

“I‍⁠‌ also can’t imagine​​ what it must​ be like to‍‍ go into space​ as a mercenary​ at seventeen, before‍ you even get‌⁠‍ your draft notice,‍‌‍ to shoot at‍ the Mog.”

He‍​​ would save his​ younger siblings.

With‌​ that single purpose‌​‌ in mind, his‌​‍ brother had demonstrated‍‍⁠ courage and a capacity for sacrifice⁠⁠ that no one‌‍​ else would have​ dared to show.‍‍‍

And⁠⁠ now that brother​‌ was sick.

“He⁠ did it for⁠‍‌ me. Now it’s⁠​ my turn to​⁠‍ do it.”

So,⁠‌‍ when he had​ the opportunity to​​⁠ help that brother,​​ Kim Seojun did‌ not hesitate.

He⁠​⁠ enlisted in the‌​‍ Space Marines.

His‍ life from then​ on was even⁠​ more miserable than‍‍‍ anyone could have‌⁠ imagined.

Facing‌‍ those monsters while‍‌ wearing a battle‍ suit and wielding‍⁠ a weapon was‌⁠⁠ absolute madness.

He​ wrote his will​​ before every mission.‌⁠‌

Countless‍‌ times, he had‌‌‍ watched comrades who‌ had been laughing‍⁠​ and joking with‌ him barely ten‌​​ minutes earlier get‍‍ eaten alive by​‌ the Mog.

“Sergeant‌‌ Kim, you’re being‍ discharged in a week?”

“Yes.”‍‍​

“Hey,‌ what if you⁠ stay in the‍⁠​ military? I’m serious.⁠‍‌ I’ve seen a lot of soldiers‍‍⁠ by now, but‌‌‌ you’ve got extraordinary‌‌ talent. If you‍ want, I can​ even write you​⁠​ a letter of⁠​ recommendation for the⁠⁠‍ special forces.”

“I​⁠‍ haven’t gone crazy⁠‍⁠ yet, sir.”

“……What​⁠ a relief. If‍‌‍ you’d accepted, I was planning to‌‌ send you straight‌​‌ to a psychiatric‌​ hospital.”

However,⁠ Kim Seojun survived,⁠⁠ and eventually the⁠ time came to⁠‍ bid farewell to​ the battlefield against⁠‌ the Mog.

“Sergeant‍ Kim Seojun, you‍​⁠ did a great‌ job. And I’m‍ not just saying​‌⁠ that. Thanks to‍ the courage you‍ showed on the​‍ battlefield, hundreds of‌‌ people were saved.”‍‌⁠

“It⁠‍​ was an honor‍​ to serve in​‍‌ your company, sir.”‌​‌

After‌‍​ giving that final​‌​ military salute, Kim​​‌ Seojun finally boarded‌⁠⁠ a ship bound​⁠ for Earth and‌​⁠ returned home after‍ three years.

The‍⁠‍ next six years‌​‍ were the very‌‍ picture of happiness.‌⁠‌

The⁠​ money he had‌ earned serving as‌​ a Space Marine​ was no small‌ amount, and thanks‌ to it, his⁠‌ brother recovered his‍ health. In addition,⁠‌ his recovered brother⁠‌‍ and sister-in-law had⁠‍⁠ a son whom‍‌ they adored more‍ than anything in​⁠ the world.

Watching‌ his brother and⁠​​ sister-in-law, Kim Seojun‌​‍ also began to​⁠ dream of getting‌‍‍ a good job,⁠‍ finding a partner​​‌ with whom he⁠ could share mutual​ trust, having children,‍ and living happily.⁠‍

He‌ dreamed of a rosy future.

However,​ that future soon​ came crashing down.‍

On‍⁠‍ the day his​‍ nephew turned five,‍‍ an incident occurred.‌‍

A terrorist attack.

And‍⁠ his brother was‌ caught in it.‍

He​‌ suffered burns all​ over his body‍‌⁠ and was mangled‍ from head to⁠​⁠ toe.

In‌ the twenty-first century,‌ those injuries would‍ have meant instant‌​ death, but twenty-second-century⁠ medical technology was​⁠ capable of saving⁠‍‌ him.

Of​ course, there was​‌‌ one condition.

Money.‍⁠

It‍⁠ required a tremendous‌‍​ amount of money.‍‌​

“Uncle,​ when is Dad​‌ going to wake‌⁠ up?”

Hearing‍ his nephew’s question​ as he looked‌​ at his father,⁠‍‌ who still had​⁠‍ not awakened, Kim⁠‌ Seojun answered without​‌‌ a moment’s hesitation.‍‌

“Soon.”⁠‍​

The‌ very moment he‌ uttered that word,‌‍‌ Kim Seojun applied​‌​ to join as⁠‌‌ a non-commissioned officer.⁠​​

And​​‍ at the same‌‍ time, he volunteered.​

“Sergeant‌⁠‌ Kim Seojun, is​ there anywhere in​⁠⁠ particular you’d like​ to serve?”

“I‍‌​ want to go⁠⁠⁠ wherever pays the‌⁠ most.”

“……Are‍​‍ you serious?”

“Yes,​ sir. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have enlisted​⁠‍ for a second​​​ time.”

“So‍‍‌ you are serious.”​

He‌⁠ went to the​‌‌ most fucked-up place⁠‍ of all.

A planet where resource‌‌ extraction had barely⁠⁠⁠ begun and where​​‍ no one even​ knew what might​ be found.

He‌ was not afraid.‍​⁠

“Sergeant‍​ Kim, is this‌‍‍ your first mission‌⁠ since receiving your‌​ appointment?”

“Yes.‌‍‌ Why?”

“No‌‍⁠ reason, sir. I was just curious.‌⁠‍ By the way,​​​ did you bring‌‍⁠ diapers? I’m not⁠ trying to make​ fun of you.‌⁠‌ When someone sees‍⁠‌ a Mog for‍‌ the first time,‍⁠ ten times out‌‌‌ of ten, whether‌ they’re soldiers or‌ NCOs, they shit‍‍⁠ or piss themselves.⁠‌ Even I still‍⁠⁠ wear one from​ time to time,​‍ sir.”

“Corporal‌ Lee Jihoon.”

“Yes,‍‌‍ sir.”

“I​‌‍ reenlisted.”

“Sir?”‍‍‌

“This‌​‌ is my second‍ time in the​ military.”

Because‌ he had already‌ been through all⁠​ of it before.‍‍​

And‍​ that was precisely⁠‍‍ what made the​ difference.

[We​⁠ will soon enter⁠‍ the planet Amotia.]‍

When⁠​ they arrived on​‌ that developing planet⁠⁠ where resource extraction‍​⁠ had barely begun.‍

[Mog⁠⁠ detected ahead!]

[A⁠‌‍ pack of Mogdogs​‍‍ is approaching!]

The‍ Mogdogs were two‍ meters long and‌‌ possessed an insect-like⁠⁠‍ exoskeleton. They ran⁠​‌ on four legs⁠​ like dogs and,⁠‌ above those, had‌​⁠ a pair of​ scythe-shaped limbs resembling‍​ the forelegs of‍ a praying mantis.‌

A hundred of those⁠​‍ creatures charged directly‍ toward them.

“G-God!⁠ T-There are too‍‍‍ many!”

“Then⁠ inject it.”

“Sir?”​

“Do‍‌ you think you‌‍‍ can look at⁠​​ those things while‌⁠ sober? Everyone, inject⁠ your Stimpaks!”

Kim‌⁠‍ Seojun did not⁠⁠​ lose his composure.​‍​

With‍‌​ absolute calm, he‌ injected himself with‍⁠ a Stimpak, the​‌‌ stimulant supplied to​⁠ the Space Marines.​​⁠

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!⁠‍‌

And‍ within that transformed​ world, with all⁠​ his senses altered,‌ Sergeant Kim Seojun​ fought alongside his​⁠ subordinates in a battle where everyone‌⁠​ put their lives⁠​‍ on the line.‌‍

It‍⁠‍ was an extremely‍‌ fierce battle.

To‍‌‌ the point where​⁠‌ it would not‌‍​ have been strange​​ if all of‍‌‍ them had died.‍

“Survivors?”‍⁠

“Eight,‍⁠ sir.”

Fortunately,​ luck was on‌‌ their side, and‍‍‌ Kim Seojun and​ his subordinates managed‍ to win the​⁠‌ battle.

They​ had witnessed a miracle.

“Two‍⁠‍ dead.”

There‌ was sorrow as​ well.

However,‍ even then, Kim‌ Seojun was neither‍⁠‌ shaken nor surprised‍ nor crushed by​​ grief.

Because⁠‍ he had already​‍​ lived through all‍‌ of it before.‍

And​ because he knew​ he would live‌ through it countless​‍ times again in⁠‍ the future.

Although,‌‌ of course, there‍‌​ was another reason⁠ as well.

“Wooooo!​‍​ Fireworks! They’re fireworks!”⁠​

“Hehehehe,​​ hihihihi.”

The‍⁠​ side effects of‍ the Stimpak stimulant‌‌​ were distorting their⁠ five senses, and‌ under those conditions,​​​ it was impossible‍ to properly express‌‌‌ emotions or make​​‌ rational judgments.

Kim‍​ Seojun was no⁠‍‌ exception.

Whenever‍⁠⁠ he injected a Stimpak, he naturally⁠​ suffered its side​ effects as well.‌​

The⁠ world began to​ look different from‍‌ usual, and his⁠​‍ ears heard auditory‌​ hallucinations, sounds that‌​⁠ could not possibly‍ exist in reality.‍⁠‍

That‌ was why.

[The‌‌⁠ status window has‍ been activated.]

‘Hm?’⁠

When‍ he suddenly heard‍⁠ that voice in‍ his ears, Kim​‌ Seojun thought it‍‌‍ was simply another​​⁠ side effect of​‌ the Stimpak.

And⁠⁠ it was not‌⁠‍ a particularly strange​​ side effect either.​

He‌‌⁠ had already seen‌⁠‌ some of his‍ comrades, completely drugged⁠‍‍ by the visual​​ and auditory hallucinations​⁠ caused by the​​⁠ Stimpaks, shout things‌‍​ like.

I leveled up!

The⁠​ Constellation sponsored me!‍

I got an instant-death​⁠ skill!

That⁠​⁠ was why Kim‌​ Seojun did not‌ think too much​‌ of it either.⁠

“A​ status window, huh?”‌⁠

[Kim⁠ Seojun]

— Strength: 11
— Endurance: 14
— Mana: 1
— Skills: None
— Talents: Dynamic Vision​ (E)
— Points: 0 pt⁠⁠
— Tickets: 1 Gold‍​ Ticket

Even⁠‍ when he saw⁠‍ a holographic window⁠‍‌ appear in front‍ of him as‌‌ soon as he‍‌‌ uttered the words⁠⁠ ‘status window,’ he​ thought the same‌⁠ thing.

‘……This‍⁠‌ hallucination is pretty‌​‍ intense.’

He‍​ simply believed that​ the side effects‌ had hit him⁠​‌ harder than usual.​

“A⁠‌ Gold Ticket?”

Ssssss.​​

“Huh?”​‌

However,‍⁠​ things changed when,‌​ as soon as‍⁠‌ he uttered those⁠⁠‌ words, he saw⁠​ a golden ticket‍ appear on the⁠ glove of his⁠ battle suit.

‘……Is⁠ this a hallucination?’‌

As‌‍ he thought that,​ he stared at‌‌ the Gold Ticket⁠​ that had appeared‌ in his hand.⁠⁠

Then​⁠‍ another window appeared.‍‌

[Gold⁠‌‌ Ticket]

— By tearing the‍‌ ticket, you can‌ obtain an attribute,​​⁠ a skill, or‍‌ a talent.

Of‍ course, even after⁠ reading that, Kim‌ Seojun was still​‍ not completely convinced.​⁠‌

He​‍‌ still believed it⁠⁠ could be a hallucination.

Riiip!​​

But‍⁠‌ then he tore⁠‌‌ the Gold Ticket.​

[You⁠‌​ have torn a Gold Ticket.]

[Congratulations!‌‌ You have obtained​⁠ a Platinum-grade reward.]‍

[You​⁠ have obtained Apollo’s‍‌⁠ Blessing (55 days)!]⁠​

[You‍ can now see‍​ the trajectory of‌​‌ all projectiles.]

It​‌​ was at that⁠​‌ very instant.

[Mog‌​⁠ detected ahead!]

[333‌⁠ Mogdogs have currently‌​ been confirmed!]

Suddenly,‌ a combat alert⁠‌ rang out.

Kim​ Seojun regained his​ focus and shouted⁠⁠ at his subordinates,​‍​ who were still⁠‍ under the effects‍​‍ of the drugs.⁠

“Everyone,‌⁠ prepare for combat!‍‌‍ Aim your weapons!”‍​‌

“Huh?​⁠ R-Right now, sir?​ I… I’m seeing‌ strange things, sir!”​​​

“Same​​‌ here.”

And‌⁠‍ then Kim Seojun‌​⁠ could see it.⁠‌‌

Click!⁠

He​‍‌ aimed his weapon​‌ at the Mogdogs‍‌ charging toward them.‍

And⁠⁠​ from the end⁠​‌ of the barrel,‌‌ he saw a line of red‌ light extending outward,‌ as if it⁠​‌ were a laser.​

“……I’m​ seeing something strange‌ too.”

Kim⁠ Seojun’s first day⁠​ as a non-commissioned⁠ officer.

He‌⁠ obtained a status⁠ window.

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