While working part-time at a convenience store, you encounter a variety of people.
From those who just buy a pack of cigarettes to others who come in with their hands full of items.
There’s the polite little kid, the aunt causing a scene, and the old man playing the wise guy.
Numerous people pass through the convenience store.
And today, after 5 years of working part-time, the store clerk met a new type of human.
‘Is she a celebrity?’
With a chime, the door opens and in walks a woman with sky-high blue hair and blue eyes.
She had an exotic beauty that made her look foreign, yet there was a hint of an Eastern vibe as well.
What can I say? It’s like someone took the best features of both and created a masterpiece.
Remember that meme about how God poured in all the ingredients when making humans?
Some get good looks, some get wealth, some get great personalities.
Usually, a reasonable mix is what makes a human, but this woman in front of me clearly had all the beauty ingredients poured in.
Her appearance was strikingly unrealistic.
“Checking out.”
“Yes! Yes!”
The clerk tried hard not to stare at her impressive chest rising over her black short-sleeved shirt.
Definitely someone like a celebrity or model.
It’ll be a headache if I accidentally make eye contact.
‘…? Ramen, a heated rice pack, and kimchi?’
She looks like someone who would feast on gourmet steaks at a fancy restaurant, yet here she was, loading up on instant food.
And not just for a quick meal, but a mountain of it.
‘Do people like that actually enjoy this kind of stuff?’
For a fleeting moment, I felt a weird sense of kinship, but after our eyes met, I quickly looked away.
No way that’s true.
Maybe she’s just trying it out for fun?
After eating luxurious food all the time, perhaps she wanted to experience some commoner’s food too.
Or maybe her family or company is strict, preventing her from eating this stuff, so she’s trying to sneak some in.
Her clothes were ordinary, but she could have done that on purpose.
I had a strong feeling that this woman in front of me was definitely not an ordinary person.
After a long time scanning items, I paused.
Alcohol.
“Ah, can I see your ID?”
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, the woman presented her ID.
Lily… Elbrite.
So she really is a foreigner.
It would be weirder if she didn’t look that way with such features.
Born in 2002.
21 years old.
She looked a bit younger than her age.
She had a maturity about her that made her seem 3–4 years older, but looking closely, she indeed had a face that suited being 21.
The photo definitely captured her likeness.
I had been thinking.
“…Could you please stop that?”
“Ah! I’m sorry!”
I had been staring for too long.
The part-timer hastily returned my ID, and she finished the transaction before turning away.
‘Ugh… I should have said something.’
How many times in my life would I meet a woman like that?
As I was lost in regret and checking my surroundings, the woman stopped at a corner of the counter by the door, staring intently at something.
…That’s the game recharge card stand.
She picked up a game card that was trending these days and rushed over here.
“This one!”
“Wha—?!”
“What is this?”
The card she picked was a 50,000 won recharge card.
In the center of the card, there was a depiction of a demon and an angel.
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“Hmm…”
I returned from the convenience store.
The ramen was boiling in a small pot in the kitchen.
Next to it, with a humming sound, the heated rice was rotating, and on the table with the monitor, convenience store kimchi was already placed in a bowl.
The bubbling sounds and aromas stimulated my ears and nose.
This is life.
I really wanted to eat this.
The place I was reincarnated had mostly bland food; spicy dishes were practically non-existent.
The ramen was finished, and I neatly served it in a bowl with the claw.
Finally, pouring the broth over it made it perfect.
Hehe~ I couldn’t help but smile.
I was happier than the first time I successfully used Holy Magic a long time ago.
Back then, I had only eaten greasy food.
“Done!”
Rice, ramen, and kimchi.
All the staple foods of a Korean meal are laid out on one table.
I think this could be considered a feast.
I popped open a can of beer.
With a fizz, the beer went down my throat.
“Ah… that’s good…”
The drinks over there weren’t great either.
They were lukewarm and tasteless.
That’s why I was desperately trying to complete the main quest.
Having been accustomed to modern conveniences, I could never live in the crude medieval world.
Ah! Of course, the fact that I don’t age and the convenient magic are nice.
“I can’t use magic right now… I just realized that I might start aging now.”
But considering my race stats, wouldn’t I not age?
I think about dying someday, but I don’t want to live for thousands of years like a Celestial Race.
Thud.
Feeling suddenly gloomy, I set down my drink and ate the ramen.
I set down my bowl and ate some ramen.
Slurp. As the spicy noodles and broth went in, my stomach felt completely at ease.
“Eh. What’s important? The important thing is that I’m back.”
The past is the past.
Now I just need to enjoy the present.
It’s not like I’m going back there again.
“…Hmm.”
Tap, tap, tap.
With a spoon casually in my mouth, I turned on my computer and started typing.
It’s been a whopping 30 years since I last typed, but my body seems to remember it well enough—typing felt oddly familiar.
On top of my keyboard lay a small charging card haphazardly placed.
A tiny plastic card with a devil glaring at an angel, as if they were in a standoff.
On it was a blue number reading 50000.
I found the search results.
Well, saying I found them is a bit funny.
They popped up immediately, as if they were itching to show themselves.
Game.
More specifically, a virtual reality game called Devil of Angel.
Doesn’t it clearly show?
“I’m not going.”
I turned off the screen.
Am I crazy enough to go back there?
Of course, it’s a different game from the one I first clicked on.
The name’s different and it’s not virtual reality but a regular computer game. Glancing through it, the story seemed different too.
But I, as a Celestial Race human, instinctively feel.
That game and the world I had reincarnated into.
The two worlds are closely related.
So, I definitely shouldn’t go.
What if I get possessed again?
“But where did my body go?”
The man I once was is nowhere to be found, and only the small saintess of Som Village, Lily Elbrite, fills the warmth of the room.
So, did my body just vanish?
Or has Lily’s soul, which originally occupied my body, taken over my previous body?
If not, is Lily’s soul still left inside me?
“…What a hassle.”
In the past, I would have quickly organized my thoughts to survive.
Now that I’m back in this modern world, I almost feel too lazy for that.
Is it because I’ve been drinking?
“Heh.”
It’s fun.
I don’t know why it’s fun, but it is.
Is it because I’m happy to be back? Or is it because I finally got to eat delicious food and drink after such a long time?
No idea.
Before I realize it, my ramen bowl is completely empty and clattering.
Feeling a bit better, I tossed the bowl into the sink, threw the trash into a blue garbage bag I bought earlier, and lay down on the bed.
Even if I skip a day of washing, my Celestial Race human body is always clean.
“Ah, not anymore.”
I entered the bathroom.
Every morning, the Village Chief would always come out to greet me in front of the house.
The reason, as the Village Chief said, was that it was only natural since I was the Saintess under the protection of the Celestial Race.
I found that somewhat burdensome, so I asked him to stop, but after about five years, I got used to it.
When I finally said I was leaving the village after those five more years, he cried so much.
Not just the Village Chief, but also the villagers. And even though they weren’t my parents, Lily’s parents were in tears too.
It was a sea of tears.
But my thoughts didn’t change.
—
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
“……”
Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!!
“Shut up, please…”
My head is ringing.
I feel like my head is going to explode from just having eaten seven cans.
When I was a heavenly human, I could drink as much alcohol as I wanted and still be fine…
“Ugh… I feel like I’m going to throw up…”
With my spotless white hands, I fumble around and touch the nightstand.
The alarm clock is still aggressively asserting itself.
I lightly launched a ‘smash’ then tried to destroy the alarm.
No, I meant to break it.
“It’s not breaking…”
Except for the button part being pushed in deep, the alarm is perfectly fine.
It’s clear that the magic here is pretty useless.
I am already enjoying the conveniences of modern life that I desperately wished for, but I’ve lost all the conveniences of magic.
The most annoying thing among them has to be Clean Magic.
Clean Magic was a very convenient spell that erased not only the body’s exterior but also all bodily waste and minor illnesses.
So for nearly 30 years, unless it was an attack by an enemy, I’d never gotten sick even once.
Now, if I feel sick, I have to go to the hospital.
I toss my messy hair and sit up in bed.
Sunlight shines on me through the window.
Squinting slightly at the sunlight, I wearily get up, wash the pot haphazardly, fill it with water, and take out a pack of ramen from the cupboard.
I’m doing this to clear my head.
Since I kind of expected this, I stopped by the mart and bought bean sprouts, so I can just throw those in and eat.
After all, it’s a base. Shouldn’t I feel better quickly?
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