Chapter 1: Congratulations, You’re Screwed
When Junseo opened his eyes, he immediately notice something was wrong.
Not because the bed was too soft or too firm –actually, it felt like he was lying on a haybales. Not because of the quiet–he'd fallen asleep to the soft, constant hum of Seoul traffic, and now there was only... birds.
But because he was staring at a ceiling made of wood. Old, splintered, spider-webbed wood.
And not the "vintage café" kind.
What the hell...?
He sat up so fast his back popped. The room looked like it'd been pulled out of a countryside period drama. One bed. One table. One chair. A loaf of bread sitting on a plate. A pitcher of water.
No phone. No electricity. No AC.
No Wi-Fi.
Okay, deep breath. Maybe it's a dream. Maybe you passed out watching farming YouTubers and now your brain's doing a historical LARP thing.
Then he caught his reflection in a tiny, cracked mirror nailed to the wall.
Sharp jaw. Softer eyes. Brown hair that flopped over his forehead like some lazy anime protagonist. His old, overworked Seoul convenience store face had been replaced by a hot fantasy male lead.