Ah—no, wait.
Is that really my past life?
The aftertaste of a Seowangmo-brand past-life experience is… extremely vivid.
Jioh swept his gaze all around. His body was moving on its own.
Looking down, a water-colored tiger-mermaid was grunt-grunting as it ferried Jioh to land.
‘…What is this? This guilt-inducing delivery method.’
Tap. The moment they arrived, it shot him a sidelong glance and vanished—with eyes that said, “so heavy I could die.”
“Oh ho? Look at that—hey! Who asked you for delivery? You knockoff tiger worse than Baedal Minjok (Baemin)! Damn it!”
“Jioh-ssi, are you all right?”
[Your Constellation, ‘Reader of Fate,’ goes—Gasp! “Did my baebae wake up?”—drops the administrator’s collar and sprints over, panting.]
[They throw a tantrum, wailing that Oppa is about to die of curiosity, and demand you tell them every last thing you saw, from A to Z, not skipping even a single ga-na-da-ra.]
‘Mm. I only made out with some man who isn’t you.’
[Babel All-Ages Monitoring Mode on — filtering profanity at danger level.]
“What the—Baek-ssi, did…