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title: "Chapter 3: The Constellations' Eyes"
slug: "ch-3"
novel: "omniscient-readers-viewpoint"
number: 3
views: 2180000
likes: 152000
wordCount: 3050
createdAt: "2020-01-31"
---

The moment came unexpectedly. Dokja was reviewing the map fragment when his interface suddenly expanded, displaying new information he'd never seen before:

*Constellation Achievement Unlocked*
*You have attracted the attention of the Constellations*
*[Secretive Plotter]* now observes you*
*[Demon-like Judge of Fire]* has begun watching*
*[Abyssal Black Flame Dragon]* acknowledged your existence*

Dokja's blood ran cold. In the novel, the Constellations were presented as cosmic beings—watchers, judges, entities that existed beyond normal reality. They weren't supposed to be real. They were fiction within fiction.

Yet clearly, they were real. And they were watching him.

*Message from [Secretive Plotter]*
*"Interesting. A viewer who reads the scenarios like novels."*
*"What's your name, little actor?"*

Dokja's hands trembled as he typed his response. "Kim Dokja."

*"Kim Dokja. How appropriate. You will become important very soon, I think. When the 'The Hidden Story' phase begins, you'll understand."*

The message faded, leaving Dokja with more questions than answers. The Hidden Story? A phase of the scenario he hadn't encountered before?

That evening, Young-soo approached Dokja with unusual urgency. "We need to leave the shelter. The scenarios are becoming dangerous—I've heard reports from other shelters. Integrated dungeons are forming, creatures are escaping containment. Staying put is suicide."

"Where would we go?" Dokja asked, though he already suspected the answer.

"According to survivor networks, there are faction groups forming in the city districts. Organized groups with resources and plans. We should seek them out."

Dokja consulted his map fragment. One of the probability-convergence points was located in the Gangnam district, approximately four kilometers away. The journey would be dangerous, but staying would be worse. The Constellations' interest suggested that his story was accelerating. Major plot developments would begin soon.

The journey to Gangnam took eight hours. The city was transformed—buildings partially collapsed, monsters roaming freely, survivors huddled in barricaded buildings and makeshift fortifications. They encountered three distinct factions: the Hunters' Guild (powerful but ruthless), the Awakened (people with developed abilities), and scattered military remnants.

At a cleared intersection near their destination, Dokja and his group encountered something unexpected: a player—someone with a visible interface similar to Dokja's, but radiating far greater power. The player regarded Dokja with interest.

"Another awakened viewer?" the player said, their voice tinged with authority. "Unusual. Most people just stumble through scenarios without understanding the mechanics."

"Who are you?" Dokja asked carefully.

"Lee Sookyung. Hunter rank S, three years of scenario experience." They extended a hand. "You're new to the system, but you've got the look of someone who understands more than most beginners."

"Maybe," Dokja replied cautiously, shaking the offered hand.

"The reason I approached you directly is because something's changing. The early phases are ending. In about a week, the gates will expand, the Constellations will begin active involvement, and the real competition begins. The stories will have multiple interpretations, and people will die based on which narrative actually manifests."

Dokja's heart sank. Multiple interpretations meant his knowledge was becoming less reliable. The story was branching into paths he couldn't predict.

"Come with my group," Sookyung offered. "We're forming a response team for the next phase. People who understand scenarios, who can think strategically. You clearly have aptitude."

Dokja hesitated. Joining a powerful group offered protection, but it also meant losing autonomy. Yet remaining independent would quickly become suicidal as the scenarios evolved.

"I'll think about it," Dokja said finally.

That night, alone on a shelter roof, Dokja reflected on how far he'd come in such a short time. A week ago, he was an ordinary office worker obsessed with a web novel. Now he was a player in an actual world-ending scenario, with cosmic entities watching his every move.

The interface displayed a new message from [Secretive Plotter]:

*"The story is becoming complex, isn't it? By the way... you haven't noticed yet, but you're not the only reader. There's someone else who's read deeper than you. Someone who knows what must happen in the true ending. Be careful, Kim Dokja. Because when that person appears, your knowledge will become worthless. And reading scripts doesn't guarantee survival in the final performance."*

The message faded before Dokja could respond. But the implication was clear: he wasn't alone in his unique knowledge. And somewhere in this transformed world, another reader was making moves based on an even deeper understanding of the narrative.

Tomorrow, Dokja would have to make his choice. But tonight, he simply sat under the stars—or rather, beneath the cosmic entities that watched mankind like gods—and wondered if knowledge was truly power, or just a prettier way to say delusion.

The Constellations observed. And the story continued to unfold.
