“Why are you bringing up Cheon Shinwoo’s sister all of a sudden?”
“You know how his personality is, right? He’s killed more people than bounty hunters or villains. That Cheon Shinwoo. He used to cause a ruckus at the Association almost daily as a middle schooler, demanding they find his younger sister.”
“That story is well-known.”
“Not really. It’s more of an internal Association thing. Anyway, that old geezer at the Association, when he gets drunk, he always talks about it…”
Minyoung unni sighed deeply. The guild members walking in the corridor occasionally glanced our way.
“Why is an Association employee here…”
“Isn’t that her? The one from the Accounting team…”
It wasn’t because of me. They were just curious about unni being an Association employee.
I could hear their murmurs. Unni either didn’t hear or didn’t care, continuing her speech.
“Anyway, Cheon Shinwoo used to go nuts every day looking for his sister and then suddenly stopped. It was a bit weird then. If his sister had really died, he would’ve tried to revive her, but suddenly he quieted down…”
Should we even be talking about this here? In Cheon Shinwoo’s guild? I seemed to be the only one concerned. Unni didn’t seem to care at all.
“Come to think of it, that was just before you returned. Wow, what if Park Hayoung is really Cheon Shinwoo’s sister?”
“That’s impossible! And I didn’t tell the team I’m a returnee. Unni, please…”
“Ah, sorry.”
I protested in a hushed tone, and unni scratched the back of her head awkwardly. To survive as an Association employee, one must have nerves of steel like hers. Today, I learned something new.
Fortunately, no one seemed to care about our conversation.
Minyoung unni patted my back vigorously.
“Let it be. It might just be needless worry. Let’s get a new phone first. I took half a day off using you as an excuse, so we have to make the most of it.”
She had such a lively voice.
“Let’s go, I’ll treat you to meat today!”
“Unni, aren’t you working tomorrow?”
“I don’t care, I’m going all out today. Damn it, Cheon Shinwoo. Closing an irregular gate on his whim, does he think he’s everything because he’s rank 1? He is.”
Her frustration was palpable. It seemed a lot had happened while I was unconscious and hospitalized.
“Better to die than suffer…”
Even as she started the car, she continued to agonize over the myriad social problems that could arise due to the irregularity.
I silently patted Minyoung unni’s back.
It was only after spending an additional three days of leave that I could return to my normal life.
That day, the business card Cheon Shinwoo had given me was still tucked away somewhere in my pocket. I had a lot of thoughts about what to do with his number, but I had saved it anyway.
There was a small expectation that he might contact me first, but that never happened. Cheon Shinwoo had immediately left for a business trip to support and tackle an S-grade gate in China.
There was no talk about me within the guild. The team members were still busy, and the hunters looked at non-combat awakened beings as if they were insignificant.
Of course, it wasn’t without problems. The gate sync, which was thought impossible, led to numerous issues.
In the meantime, there were people who protested alone, demanding, “Is everything about money? Bring my family back to life.”
Consequently, South Korea was noisy every day. News and media were abuzz with discussions and debates about how ‘an impossible event’ had occurred. Conspiracy theories about the coming of a second apocalypse were rampant on the internet.
I, too, was secretly called in for investigation, being an ‘irregular’ that shouldn’t exist. The investigation into the long-forgotten sensory returnee was carried out in a rather perfunctory manner.
Still, there were no signs of awakening in me. The sensation that had dominated me that day had long since crumbled like smoke, and the results of the examination were nothing but futile.
I didn’t feel a renewed sense of disappointment. The immediate problem I faced was a ticking work bomb.
“Has Hayoung arrived?”
“Yes. Everyone looks tired.”
“Haha, well, the guild master made a big mess this time. This gate turned out to be a singularity, and we have to investigate it, but he closed it immediately, so now the Association has sent a notice…”
She stopped talking and sighed deeply, then brought up a different topic.
“Oh, right. There’s talk about you becoming a formal guild member. Among the deceased, there were non-combatants, so instead of recruiting new members through interviews, they thought it better to formally accept existing assistants. I was actually going to suggest that… Anyway, congratulations.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
