The thunder rumbled outside, its echoes reverberating through the walls of my room. Raindrops pelted against the windowpane, creating a symphony of nature's fury. The flashes of lightning illuminated the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the room. I tossed and turned, my thoughts swirling like the tempestuous winds outside… Exhaustion after a deadline paired with a storm has never been a good match. Yet, I didn't find it too obnoxious either, knowing full well that I couldn't let my guard down in the relentless pursuit of my goals. While I partly blamed my tumultuous history, I couldn't place all the blame on the past, for these sharp instincts of mine had saved me from countless troubles before. That being said, tonight… it was different. Tonight, amidst the raging storm, a sense of unease gripped me more than the usual shell shock I casually had. It was as if an invisible force tugged at the fringes of my consciousness, beckoning me towards something unknown, something bey

After equipping herself for her first journey in this strange world, Serein realized that something was floating at the periphery of her vision. It remained almost permanently stuck at the corner of her eyes, regardless of how many times she moved her head. ‘Eye floaters? Or maybe cataracts?’ she pondered, trying to steal a glance at it. As Min Suhyun, she never had eye problems, although her vision was not the strongest. She had only ever heard about other people experiencing such issues. She wondered if, aside from Stiriacrus, this body also had other health problems when suddenly, out of the blue, a half-transparent screen appeared before her, causing her to jolt in surprise. "What the...?" she barely hold back her exclamation. Presented before her was a familiar sight—the desktop screen she recognized—but without the taskbar. Instead, three folders were lined up in the left corner, and something resembling a health bar adorned the top right corner. One of those folders was na

The Red path soon came into view. Serein watched as five people withered in pain and slowly died along with the two horses. "Arghhhh!!! Save me! Save me—!" The armored man's voice died out as his body slowly melted from the rising acid on the ground. Serein covered her face with a cloth, which she used to cover her mouth and nose. With her scarf acting as a mask, her brows furrowed slightly as she tried to get closer. 'This strong acid...' A pitcher fly trap. Blasphemous Woodland was essentially a gigantic pitcher fly trap disguised as a rainforest. "Cherry... hurry up and go." As she approached, Serein heard the weakened voice of a young knight whose right leg seemed to have touched the acid. From a distance, she could see him leaning pitifully on a robed girl who refused his plea. "Stop saying nonsense and save your energy, idiot! I'll get us out of here!" The girl sounded desperate as her bright pink hair was no longer concealed by magic. Seeing this sight confirmed the

"Once again, thank you, sir… I will certainly pay you more once we get back," Cherry said, showing her gratitude. If others heard about this, they might think that it's good to get more from this generous noble girl. Bright pink hair that still looked expensive despite being dirty from all that had happened to its owner. Creamy skin tone, soft to the touch, got tainted with mud and littered with small cuts. Yet still, it spoke of how much care had been spent maintaining such beauty before it was ruined by these harsh experiences. Hazel eyes shifted upwards and met with magenta orbs that were staring back at her almost pleadingly. 'Such beautiful clear eyes this princess has.' And that honeyed voice? That dangerous tone could have lured innocent people into agreeing with her request for free. However, Serein understood the true meaning behind those words, hence why she opened her mouth to negotiate. "Make that 500, pay for my food and a place to stay, in addition to one wish to

As someone who had always paid close attention to her surroundings, that pair of hazels couldn't help but look closer instead. Ashy hair could even possibly be silver-colored under the right lighting. Gold pair of eyes that are disguised as yellow when they're not in their normal state. Cold sweat glistening on his pale face and nape. Overall features that told her that he's not that old of a dragon. Maybe even close to her in human age. And then there's that dark blue blood under his no— ‘Wait…’ “—blood?” "Cava-chi! Blood!" One of the Wyrms freaked out while the other one only stood frozen as the man nonchalantly erased the trail of dark blue. "Shut it, Pam, you're being too loud." The man grumbled just a moment before his body swayed to the side when his knees buckled. Eyes rounded a little, Serein jumped instinctively to catch him before he fell to the ground. 'My goodness…' She ended up catching a fallen damsel. 'What's with this cliché setting?' Serein had just met