A Rotten World

In the heart of Seoul.

A pristine white skyscraper, bathed in sunlight, rose toward the sky as though it meant to pierce it.

The Korean Branch of the International Reproductive Resource Administration.

From a distance, it looked as clean as a hospital; up close, it was as heavily guarded as an embassy.

The exterior walls, covered in glass and white marble, were painfully bright, reflecting the sunlight as though they themselves were the light of this age.

The lower floors were lined with identity-check gates reminiscent of airport security checkpoints and multiple security barricades.

The middle floors housed administrative areas responsible for male-resource registration, genetic management, and reproductive-preservation research.

That was all the public knew.

But once you went higher, the atmosphere changed.

The upper floors concealed training facilities and combat-response areas that would not have looked out of place at any top-tier Hunter guild, emergency isolation rooms, and equipment depots used by the internal security forces...