A telephone number

After hearing Lee Miye say that I look like a bodybuilder, I smile with satisfaction. "Oh, does a beauty like you find me strong?" My teasing seems to have had an effect as Lee Miye blushes upon realizing I'm flirting with her. She tries to deny it, somewhat nervously, "No, it's just that you seem a bit different from the men I know and hang out with, plus you're tall, and..."

As she speaks, I notice her attention momentarily drift. I seize the opportunity to open the KakaoTalk app on my phone, showing her my social network profile. "Arthas Menethil. 263 thousand followers, solo guitarist."

Lee Miye's eyes widen in surprise at the number of followers I have. "Hey, you play guitar?" she asks, visibly intrigued. I nod affirmatively. "I came to Korea to play guitar, but it seems I've found something better and more beautiful than playing in clubs."

Growing increasingly curious, Lee Miye asks, "What did you find?" I glance at my phone and open the picture I took of her earlier, displaying it with a smile.

She takes a deep breath upon realizing I was looking at her photo. Lee Miye then looks away and, somewhat awkwardly, asks, "Do you want my number?" Still smiling, in my deep voice, I reply, "I thought you'd never ask."

She quickly writes on a piece of paper and extends it toward me. I take the paper and tuck it into my pocket, but before doing so, I gently hold her hand and lean in towards her, saying, "Would you like to go out with me tonight? I'm performing at a club, how about it?"

Lee Miye is silent for a few moments, clearly deep in thought. "I'm a teacher and I should set an example for my students, I can't do this..." I respectfully nod in agreement. "Don't worry, no one will know. Besides, if you prefer, visiting my place might be quieter and more private, how about that?"

She understands my intentions clearly and is silent for a few moments, pondering the proposal. Finally, she blushes slightly and says, "I'll think about it, maybe I'll call you. Give me your number."

I sigh, accepting the situation. I pick up a pen from the counter and write my number on a nearby piece of paper, also grabbing my pen along with the ink cartridge I bought.

After picking up my purchase which was inside a white plastic bag, I look at Lee Miye behind the counter one last time and say. "It's my time, because I still have a lot to do today, so when you want, just call me."

"Author's note: KakaoTalk is one of the most famous social networks in South Korea."

Lee Miye nods her head and can't keep in touch, like a teenager, even though she has a mature and voluptuous body she still acts immature, maybe that's how this world works, after all I'm inside a world of fiction where monsters and magic exist.

So I start walking back to my house.

After closing the door and locking it, I'm finally back in my temporary refuge in Seoul. I leave the bag with my purchases on the armchair in the living room and start undressing, throwing my clothes haphazardly towards the bathroom. Only the items I received from the previous system as gifts that I carefully put in my inventory. The feeling of being back in the privacy of my home is comforting.

I enter the bathroom and turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to cold. The water starts to fall on my body, refreshing me after a day of activities. The cold sensation is invigorating, causing my body to slightly tense as I adjust to the temperature. The water runs through my dark hair, sliding down my face and neck.

I grab the soap and start lathering my body, washing off the dust and dirt from the street that accumulated throughout the day. The fragrant foam mixes with the cold water, creating a refreshing aroma in the air. After thoroughly washing, I rinse off completely, letting the cold water revitalize my skin.

I turn off the shower and grab a clean towel, starting to dry my body. The towel absorbs the cold water, bringing a pleasant relief as I dry myself quickly. After drying my hair, I comb it back with my fingers, leaving it damp and neat.

I leave the bathroom wearing only a towel around my waist, heading to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

Once I arrive, I start preparing my meal. I open the fridge and take out lean meat, fresh eggs, brown rice, a variety of green salads, and hard cheese to complement. Each item is chosen carefully, considering the balance of proteins, carbohydrates, and fibers that my perfect body needs to recover and grow stronger.

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A few minutes later.

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With care and appreciation, I savor each bite. The simple taste of fresh food is a reward for all efforts, well this wasn't an effort that did all the work it was my glasses and the experimental plasma pistol.

But that doesn't matter right now, so after finishing, I head to my room to get dressed. I put on my dark boots, wear dark pants, and an equally dark shirt. I observe my reflection in the mirror and can't help but smile with satisfaction. "Well... it seems the previous owner had a good taste in dark clothes," I think with a slight smile. The darkness of the outfit contrasts with the vitality I feel inside.

After uttering the words "Inventory!" with determination, a holographic screen appears before me, displaying my precious items. Each one represents not just an object but a vital tool on my journey.

1. Advanced Lab Coat (Exclusive Rating)

2. Precise Manipulation Gloves (Exclusive Rating)

3. Intelligent Protection Glasses (Exclusive Rating)

4. Experimental Plasma Pistol (Exclusive Rating)

5. Soul Stone (x5) Rank: Low.

6. Dead Man's Tooth (x7) Rank: Low.

7. Mathematics Book (Common Rank) Volume 2

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999. [Empty]

With a simple touch, I summon my scientific kit of items. The gloves fit perfectly, the lab coat adjusts to my body, and the glasses activate, projecting useful data into my peripheral vision. I clench my fists with the familiar sensation of the manipulation glove.

After closing the holographic inventory, I descend to the living room, where I find the pen I purchased resting on the armchair. The clothes I wore earlier are still on the floor, but my desire to wash them is outweighed by my immediate need to use the pen. I walk over to the bag, remove it, and hold it firmly in my right hand.

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