It was in no time that the attention of the people around me was focused here.
“What?! Is she really Theresa?”
“Gasp, Theresa is over there!”
“I thought it was strange that the broadcast suddenly stopped, but you came to Pantheon?!”
“Wow! I love you, Theresa!”
I saw a huge crowd running towards me. That made me stagger backward. How should I avoid this?
Then someone called me from the alley. “Hey!”
When I turned my head, I saw a man wearing a blue robe with a sickly impression. He beckoned me. “Come here!”
That person was obviously a stranger, but I ran to him as if I was being led without realizing it.
That person is Korean! To be precise, he looked like a Korean in the Joseon era.
The man took me between the alleys and soon took me into a small drugstore.
“Wow!”
It was just like a drugstore seen in historical dramas.
When I forgot the situation and admired it innocently, the man approached, locking the door with a slightly puzzled expression.
“Just like in the broadcast, you’re very curious, Theresa.”
“Do you know me?”
“Finding someone who doesn’t know you in Pantheon will be harder.”
He offered me a seat and brewed hot tea in porcelain that looked like Goryeo celadon.
“Drink it. It’s tea with medicinal ingredients that have a calming effect.”
“Ah, thank you. Thank you for your help… But what should I call you, Sir?”
“Everyone here calls me Jyang. Originally, it was Jang.”
Aaah. Isn’t it like how foreigners call Mr. Kim just by Kim?
As I sipped the warm tea given by Jyang, my disturbed and troubled mind gradually calmed down. No, it didn’t calm down; it slumped down. Seeing the wedding ring still on my finger, holding the teacup, I shed tears without realizing it.
Jyang sat opposite me and took out a handkerchief embroidered with flowers from his arms. I bowed my head in gratitude and wiped away my tears with a handkerchief.
It wasn’t to the point of sobbing, but tears just poured out. Perhaps what happened in the dungeon gave me quite a shock. Seeing how Clyde’s voice still rings in my ears.
“…I think there was a lot more to it than I thought.”
“Among the people who are selected as BJs, no one is not fierce. Also, there are many cases where the possessed body is in good condition.”
Jyang poured more tea into my cup and held out his hand.
“Give me your hand. I’ll check your condition.”
He was probably trying to check my pulse. I put my wrist on his palm. Then, Jyang produced a subtle light on his index and middle fingers and pointed my pulse.
“The temporary data has been loaded.”
Temporary data? What does that mean? When I blinked curiously, Jyang continued his explanation.
“It means a state of temporary death. Usually, when you die, you’re taken straight to heaven or hell, but your situation seems to be pending judgment.”
There was something in his words.
“Is it because of the dungeon quest reward?”
The reward was two. One is 1,000,000 coins. The other was ‘Return to Valhalla.’
The quest completion window popped up before I died. That’s why the judgment of my death is ambiguous.
Jyang nodded his head with widening eyes. “It’s as you said.”
“Then what am I going to do now? …Am I going to die?”
“I don’t know. It looks like Ozworld is struggling to sort things out.”
Why do you think so? When I looked at him curiously, Jyang replied as if I was asking something obvious.
“If not, he would have come to pick you up earlier. It’s not like you were summoned to the street. Something must have happened.”
Jyang, who said so, looked out the window as if he had a clue. His eyes looked like he was looking for something.
“Are you saying Ozworld knows that I’m in Pantheon?”
“Ozworld must have summoned you to the Pantheon in the first place.”
When I think about it, it makes sense. It would be a waste to lose a BJ who is doing well in Ozworld’s POV.
It was a time when I was just sipping tea without saying anything. Knock, knock.
“Jyang, are you there? I have something to ask.”
Jyang removed the teacup and pointed to the back without saying a word.
I guess he’s telling me to hide there.
I gently went to where he pointed, opened the door, entered, and hid myself. Soon, someone came into the drugstore with the sound of the door opening.
“Sigh. There’s a problem with this BJ. The possession error happened again. I think this is just a dud, so wouldn’t it be better to discard it?”
I narrowed my eyes. Possession error, dud, discard… Aren’t those words related to possession error?
Come to think of it, there was a time when I wasn’t feeling well for a while. Then, all of a sudden, I got better. I thought it just naturally got better, but it wasn’t like that?
Jyang’s voice was heard. “It’s not too late to decide after checking BJ. I have a free schedule at this time, so let’s visit it on that day. What do you think?”
“Good. Please do it on this date.”
After hearing the customer leave, Jyang opened the warehouse door. “You can come out now.”
I asked without holding back my curiosity. “Have I ever had a possession error?”
Jyang nodded. “I treated you before, and now you’re completely cured. You’re showing a much higher synchronization rate than average. Don’t you feel that your impression has greatly changed when you look in the mirror?”
I’ve heard a few times that my impression has changed. I just thought it was a natural phenomenon because my words and attitudes had changed, but I wasn’t very aware of it.
I touched my cheek for no reason. Have I changed that much? In fact, such changes weren’t shown in detail, perhaps because I treated Theresa’s face as mine without any sense of alienation. Then, the only change I feel is that I’m a little thinner than right after being possessed.
At that time, Jyang urgently lowered his foot to see if he found something outside the window. “Damn it. The antis are here.”
Antis? Is he talking about anti-fan? Unfortunately, my guess was right.
“Your anti-fan is searching this area. You must hide before getting caught.”
“So I have anti-fans.”
He shrugged his shoulders as I muttered, bewildered. “I’m sorry to say this, but you have quite a lot. Your channel manager is Ozworld, and you keep breaking new records. Because of that, the constellations who are fans of the other channels are in a very uncomfortable state.”
I understand that far. Because it was the same on Earth.
“Are anti-fans dangerous?”
Jyang replied with an expression completely fed up with the anti-fans. “They’re as fanatical as fans. The antis will take advantage of the fact that you’re temporarily dead and try to kill you. It’s a simple accident that can’t be dealt with legally.”
It wasn’t unusual on Earth for anti-fans to kill celebrities to death, but here they come to kill on their own.
Then what should I do? Is it okay to use magic against the constellations?
As I swallowed dry saliva and raised my mana, Jyang absurdly looked at me. “You’re not thinking of fighting the constellations, are you?”
“…I shouldn’t?”
Even if you step on a worm, it will wriggle. Since I’m not a divine being, and now that I’m free from the influence of the dungeon and can use magic, isn’t it something I can do?
“I knew you were a strange woman, but after looking at you in person, you’re even more eccentric…”
“I understand why that man kept telling me not to talk nonsense,” said Jyang, extending his hand.
Zuung! Then, a straight wooden door with Korean paper in the air was created.
“Don’t do anything ridiculous and come here. You’ll get caught if you stay here.”
I forgot the emergency situation and felt curious about the door that appeared just like when the dungeon appeared in <God’s Play.>
“What’s this?”
Jyang opened the door and answered in a very unwilling voice. “It’s my ‘abyss’.”
Abyss… It was quite a meaningful remark. I followed Jyang into his ‘abyss.’
The abyss was different from the dungeon. It was the same form as a door, but unlike many creative works, it was a door where one could seamlessly travel between dimensions through a single door. Compared to that, the dungeon sucked in all creatures to be trapped in the realm of demons the moment the door was opened.
I asked while looking through the surrounding scenery like a historical drama set. “Is this Joseon?”
There was no part that reminded me of Korea. So, even though it was unfamiliar, I felt a strange sense of stability. After all, the planet and continent where I was born and raised were different only in time.
Instead of replying, Jyang looked at me suddenly and let out a short sigh, saying, “Ah.”
“That outfit is too stand-out to wear in Joseon.”
Tak! When he snapped his fingers, my attire changed from a dancing girl to a hanbok.
I only saw my younger siblings wearing hanbok, but it was the first time in my life that I tried it on. I was the only one wearing a plain dress every holiday, while my younger siblings were dressed in beautiful hanbok.
I envied myself that I was the only one wearing a normal dress on holidays, and my younger siblings were wearing fine hanbok. Still, I didn’t get a chance to wear it until I was possessed. That must be why they say, ‘Life is full of ups and downs.’
“The clothes are really pretty. Thank you.”
It wasn’t only lip service, but the hanbok was really nice. The white jeogori was embroidered with delicate flowers, and the indigo skirt had a slight sheen. My long hair was naturally braided with a blue ribbon, and a headpiece rested on top. It was a refined attire reminiscent of a noblewoman’s dress from the Joseon era.
“There’s nothing to be thankful for. I invited you to my abyss, so it’s a natural thing to do.”
It was in no time that the attention of the people around me was focused here.
“What?! Is she really Theresa?”
“Gasp, Theresa is over there!”
“I thought it was strange that the broadcast suddenly stopped, but you came to Pantheon?!”
“Wow! I love you, Theresa!”
I saw a huge crowd running towards me. That made me stagger backward. How should I avoid this?
Then someone called me from the alley. “Hey!”
When I turned my head, I saw a man wearing a blue robe with a sickly impression. He beckoned me. “Come here!”
That person was obviously a stranger, but I ran to him as if I was being led without realizing it.
That person is Korean! To be precise, he looked like a Korean in the Joseon era.
The man took me between the alleys and soon took me into a small drugstore.
“Wow!”
It was just like a drugstore seen in historical dramas.
When I forgot the situation and admired it innocently, the man approached, locking the door with a slightly puzzled expression.
“Just like in the broadcast, you’re very curious, Theresa.”
“Do you know me?”
“Finding someone who doesn’t know you in Pantheon will be harder.”
He offered me a seat and brewed hot tea in porcelain that looked like Goryeo celadon.
“Drink it. It’s tea with medicinal ingredients that have a calming effect.”
“Ah, thank you. Thank you for your help… But what should I call you, Sir?”
“Everyone here calls me Jyang. Originally, it was Jang.”
Aaah. Isn’t it like how foreigners call Mr. Kim just by Kim?
As I sipped the warm tea given by Jyang, my disturbed and troubled mind gradually calmed down. No, it didn’t calm down; it slumped down. Seeing the wedding ring still on my finger, holding the teacup, I shed tears without realizing it.
Jyang sat opposite me and took out a handkerchief embroidered with flowers from his arms. I bowed my head in gratitude and wiped away my tears with a handkerchief.
It wasn’t to the point of sobbing, but tears just poured out. Perhaps what happened in the dungeon gave me quite a shock. Seeing how Clyde’s voice still rings in my ears.
“…I think there was a lot more to it than I thought.”
“Among the people who are selected as BJs, no one is not fierce. Also, there are many cases where the possessed body is in good condition.”
Jyang poured more tea into my cup and held out his hand.
“Give me your hand. I’ll check your condition.”
He was probably trying to check my pulse. I put my wrist on his palm. Then, Jyang produced a subtle light on his index and middle fingers and pointed my pulse.
“The temporary data has been loaded.”
Temporary data? What does that mean? When I blinked curiously, Jyang continued his explanation.
“It means a state of temporary death. Usually, when you die, you’re taken straight to heaven or hell, but your situation seems to be pending judgment.”
There was something in his words.
“Is it because of the dungeon quest reward?”
The reward was two. One is 1,000,000 coins. The other was ‘Return to Valhalla.’
The quest completion window popped up before I died. That’s why the judgment of my death is ambiguous.
Jyang nodded his head with widening eyes. “It’s as you said.”
“Then what am I going to do now? …Am I going to die?”
“I don’t know. It looks like Ozworld is struggling to sort things out.”
Why do you think so? When I looked at him curiously, Jyang replied as if I was asking something obvious.
“If not, he would have come to pick you up earlier. It’s not like you were summoned to the street. Something must have happened.”
Jyang, who said so, looked out the window as if he had a clue. His eyes looked like he was looking for something.
“Are you saying Ozworld knows that I’m in Pantheon?”
“Ozworld must have summoned you to the Pantheon in the first place.”
When I think about it, it makes sense. It would be a waste to lose a BJ who is doing well in Ozworld’s POV.
It was a time when I was just sipping tea without saying anything. Knock, knock.
“Jyang, are you there? I have something to ask.”
Jyang removed the teacup and pointed to the back without saying a word.
I guess he’s telling me to hide there.
I gently went to where he pointed, opened the door, entered, and hid myself. Soon, someone came into the drugstore with the sound of the door opening.
“Sigh. There’s a problem with this BJ. The possession error happened again. I think this is just a dud, so wouldn’t it be better to discard it?”
I narrowed my eyes. Possession error, dud, discard… Aren’t those words related to possession error?
Come to think of it, there was a time when I wasn’t feeling well for a while. Then, all of a sudden, I got better. I thought it just naturally got better, but it wasn’t like that?
Jyang’s voice was heard. “It’s not too late to decide after checking BJ. I have a free schedule at this time, so let’s visit it on that day. What do you think?”
“Good. Please do it on this date.”
After hearing the customer leave, Jyang opened the warehouse door. “You can come out now.”
I asked without holding back my curiosity. “Have I ever had a possession error?”
Jyang nodded. “I treated you before, and now you’re completely cured. You’re showing a much higher synchronization rate than average. Don’t you feel that your impression has greatly changed when you look in the mirror?”
I’ve heard a few times that my impression has changed. I just thought it was a natural phenomenon because my words and attitudes had changed, but I wasn’t very aware of it.
I touched my cheek for no reason. Have I changed that much? In fact, such changes weren’t shown in detail, perhaps because I treated Theresa’s face as mine without any sense of alienation. Then, the only change I feel is that I’m a little thinner than right after being possessed.
At that time, Jyang urgently lowered his foot to see if he found something outside the window. “Damn it. The antis are here.”
Antis? Is he talking about anti-fan? Unfortunately, my guess was right.
“Your anti-fan is searching this area. You must hide before getting caught.”
“So I have anti-fans.”
He shrugged his shoulders as I muttered, bewildered. “I’m sorry to say this, but you have quite a lot. Your channel manager is Ozworld, and you keep breaking new records. Because of that, the constellations who are fans of the other channels are in a very uncomfortable state.”
I understand that far. Because it was the same on Earth.
“Are anti-fans dangerous?”
Jyang replied with an expression completely fed up with the anti-fans. “They’re as fanatical as fans. The antis will take advantage of the fact that you’re temporarily dead and try to kill you. It’s a simple accident that can’t be dealt with legally.”
It wasn’t unusual on Earth for anti-fans to kill celebrities to death, but here they come to kill on their own.
Then what should I do? Is it okay to use magic against the constellations?
As I swallowed dry saliva and raised my mana, Jyang absurdly looked at me. “You’re not thinking of fighting the constellations, are you?”
“…I shouldn’t?”
Even if you step on a worm, it will wriggle. Since I’m not a divine being, and now that I’m free from the influence of the dungeon and can use magic, isn’t it something I can do?
“I knew you were a strange woman, but after looking at you in person, you’re even more eccentric…”
“I understand why that man kept telling me not to talk nonsense,” said Jyang, extending his hand.
Zuung! Then, a straight wooden door with Korean paper in the air was created.
“Don’t do anything ridiculous and come here. You’ll get caught if you stay here.”
I forgot the emergency situation and felt curious about the door that appeared just like when the dungeon appeared in <God’s Play.>
“What’s this?”
Jyang opened the door and answered in a very unwilling voice. “It’s my ‘abyss’.”
Abyss… It was quite a meaningful remark. I followed Jyang into his ‘abyss.’
The abyss was different from the dungeon. It was the same form as a door, but unlike many creative works, it was a door where one could seamlessly travel between dimensions through a single door. Compared to that, the dungeon sucked in all creatures to be trapped in the realm of demons the moment the door was opened.
I asked while looking through the surrounding scenery like a historical drama set. “Is this Joseon?”
There was no part that reminded me of Korea. So, even though it was unfamiliar, I felt a strange sense of stability. After all, the planet and continent where I was born and raised were different only in time.
Instead of replying, Jyang looked at me suddenly and let out a short sigh, saying, “Ah.”
“That outfit is too stand-out to wear in Joseon.”
Tak! When he snapped his fingers, my attire changed from a dancing girl to a hanbok.
I only saw my younger siblings wearing hanbok, but it was the first time in my life that I tried it on. I was the only one wearing a plain dress every holiday, while my younger siblings were dressed in beautiful hanbok.
I envied myself that I was the only one wearing a normal dress on holidays, and my younger siblings were wearing fine hanbok. Still, I didn’t get a chance to wear it until I was possessed. That must be why they say, ‘Life is full of ups and downs.’
“The clothes are really pretty. Thank you.”
It wasn’t only lip service, but the hanbok was really nice. The white jeogori was embroidered with delicate flowers, and the indigo skirt had a slight sheen. My long hair was naturally braided with a blue ribbon, and a headpiece rested on top. It was a refined attire reminiscent of a noblewoman’s dress from the Joseon era.
“There’s nothing to be thankful for. I invited you to my abyss, so it’s a natural thing to do.”
