From the beginning, it was a paradoxical encounter.... more>>

“A clean body for someone in the mafia.”

She, the agent—

“I don't like drawing on my body, so I haven’t.”

—and he, the mafia boss, met.

“But if you want it.”

His steps were elegant and dignified. Why was someone in the mafia even graceful?

“I could at least engrave your name.”

He picked up a pen with the unusually long space between his middle and index fingers. He pulled off the pen cap with his lips and spat it on the floor, then rolled up one sleeve.

A black line from the pen drew across his pale skin.

{Hye-young}

Hye-young. A name her Italian adoptive parents insisted she keep, saying the Korean name was beautiful.

“How is it? Do you think it’ll look pretty?”

Looking at his elegantly drawn handwriting, Hye-young replied.

“… What if I say it will?”

“If you say it’s pretty,”

A sinister light shimmered in his eyes.

“I’ll engrave it right now.”

Why was it that, at the mention of him engraving a tattoo on his arm, the space between her legs tightened?

“You… really…”

One thing was for sure—He really was a madman. <<less

A jolt of amnesia throws Kirine's world into chaos. Not only has she lost eight years of memories, but she wakes up to discover her arch-enemy is now her husband. Married to the one person she loathed? Unthinkable!... more>>

To top it off, her infuriating spouse suffers from the same memory lapse. Clueless about their past, Kirine sees only one solution: divorce.

"Let's get divorced, end this marriage!" she declares.

But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor.

"Good. I was thinking the same thing," her husband replies, much to her surprise.

If only severing ties were that simple. Just as hope for a swift separation flickers, a tiny voice shatters the illusion.

"Mom, Dad, are you fighting again?"

Their adorable daughter, a product of this supposedly miserable union, throws a wrench into Kirine's plans. With a heavy sigh, she postpones the divorce... for now. <<less

One day, when everyone was living peacefully, an event called [Gate Break] occurred. Under the crimson sky, monsters suddenly appeared and ravaged the world. After a grueling battle with the monsters, the [EGA Association] rescued humanity from the brink of annihilation and saved those still hiding from the monsters.... more>>

Seven years have passed since the [Gate Break] , and on a day when everyone was striving to reclaim a peaceful life, [Enhancement-Type Esper] Gang Hana rescued a person attacked by a monster while on patrol. “This person is incredibly handsome,” he thought, falling in love at first sight with the very first person he ever saved.

That handsome man turned out to be [Cha Woojin] . Gang Hana dreams of living sweetly and happily with him within the safe confines of the [Association] , but an unexpected obstacle arises.

“That person is a [Guide] . His rank is D.”

When Gang Hana learns that Cha Woojin is a [Guide] , he pleads, “Could you forget that I’m a [Guide] ? Can’t you just record me as a regular civilian? Please, I beg you.” Though Cha Woojin asks for his [Guide] status to be kept a secret, Gang Hana cannot understand his reasoning.

“Why do you hate becoming a member of the [Association] ? Isn’t it much safer than living outside the [Center] ?”

“That’s something only an [Esper] like you would think—not a [Guide] .”

Will Gang Hana be able to build a sweet, happy life with Cha Woojin? <<less

The primeval esper who slew the black dragon unleashed a great curse upon humanity.... more>>

All espers, unless they find a guide with a high connection rate, will ultimately die before their time.

Espers desperately try to find a guide with a fate-like connection rate— But in this world, even the matching rate rarely exceeds 7%.

For one reason or another, Ah-jun ends up applying to Huntsville Care Facility— The place guides avoid the most.

“That one’s probably the hardest to manage. Ever heard of psychometry?”

And just like that, he’s assigned the facility’s worst troublemaker (…or so they say).

He has nowhere else to go, but now he’s paranoid—convinced the guy read his past.

[At the end of the world, may waiting manifest as dreams.]

Then come the strange occurrences… like walls that move.

“I thought you wouldn’t like me. Glad that’s not the case.”

Suddenly, Cassian appears.

Or—no. More like… a ghost wearing his face.

It was terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. But wait a second—this isn’t a nightmare, is it?

“See? You like it too, don’t you?”

…Was that a wet dream? <<less

When I was young, I met Lee Jungin at the orphanage. We had the same name and birthday. The only difference was that he was the sole omega of a chaebol family. But after a car accident, I woke up in his body.... more>>

"Take this body. It's yours, Choi Jungin."

The moment Jungin saw this sentence on the very first line of a notebook he happened to find, his breath caught in his throat.

We had joked about it before. Lee Jungin envied my freedom since I had no family, while I envied him for being wealthy and having siblings.

But how…? How could this happen? He’s not a magician or a wizard; how can you just swap bodies at will?

"It's dangerous, child."

"Jungin, you need to be careful."

"Hey kid, let me take you to your room. Wrap your arms around my neck."

I'd heard that the alpha family considered Lee Jungin, born an omega, to be a disgrace, but his brothers' behavior seemed a little strange.

And that wasn’t the only odd thing.

"Which bastard did this to you?"

"Uh…"

"I asked you, who messed with you, Lee Jungin?"

Lee Jungin even had a fiancé—an extremely dominant alpha who treated him surprisingly well.

"Jungin, tell me. Were all the things you said to me lies?"

 

* * *

"Hey… Beomhyeon."

– Yeah?

"Want to play a game?"

With a self-deprecating smile, Jungin pressed the back of his hand against his hot eyes and asked:

"Even if I were ugly, poor, without a family… Even if I were a beta… would you still like me?"

– Yeah, I would have."

With trembling lips, Jungin closed his eyes as Beomhyeon’s steady voice, full of certainty, continued:

– Don’t worry, Jungin. No matter what you look like or where you are, I’ll find you and love you more than anyone else in this world.

The conversation with Beomhyeon gradually eased his anxious heart.

– I love you, Jungin. I’ll take all your fears away, so you just keep smiling and be happy.

Listening to the gentle voice whispering like a dream in his ear, Jungin fell into a deep sleep.

For a very long time, until a new dawn, his phone remained turned off. <<less