This is an unprecedented situation.
Battle gear.
Knife, pot lid, Dragon Heart—grab them all.
“Where the hell do I even carry the Dragon Heart?”
Do I have to slit my stomach and keep it inside?
The Dragon Heart is a real pain to carry around.
If I put it in a bag, it has no effect.
So, it’s like leaving it as a sub-weapon—zero benefits.
I have to wear it directly on my body.
In that sense, I’m considering hanging it like a necklace, but there’s no way to craft it myself.
[Wear a bra and stuff it in there.]
I ignored CatMan’s suspicious expertise on underwear.
At least the reserve military pants with a ration pouch can handle the Dragon Heart.
A travel belly band works too, but it’s like a marble bulging out on my stomach—visuals are bad.
The moment I put it on, I feel like a seasoned vet, but no choice.
My plan is to unlock 103 with the master key, knock out the woman, capture that guy, and torture him.
Evidence?
103 will lose her memory, the suspected doppelganger monster will vanish, and the CCTV will be erased.
“I’m heading out. Guard the house well.”
103 is close to the studio’s main entrance.
The moment I stood near 103, bad timing—the automatic main door opened.
At the same time, a group of college students—one guy, two girls……
“Ah, it opened.”
“Let’s just go in.”
They suddenly barge into the studio.
“Uh, students. No outsiders allowed……”
They don’t even pretend to listen.
No, fuck.
Who are these punks?
I need to break into 103.
Maybe same goal as me? The college group surrounds 103 and rings the doorbell.
Beep, beeep beep, beep.
“Hyebin-ah? Not there? Open the door.”
“Why isn’t she coming out?”
“Hey, Min Hyebin. What’re you doing?”
A name like a Joseon inner court lady from the Min clan, first-rank consort.
Typical ones would be Queen Wongyeong of Taejong, Queen Inhyeon of Sukjong, Empress Myeongseong of Gojong.
No, why am I ruminating on history?
I didn’t put up the “No outsiders” sign myself, but it’s there per resident rules—don’t they see it?
It’s right on the main door.
“Maybe she’s not home?”
“No. I hear the phone vibrating? She’s home. Unless she left her phone. Huh? Not answering again? Seems like she turned it off.”
Eavesdropping on someone’s house—that’s illegal wiretapping.
“Ah, move along.”
Three of them blocking the hallway—young college friends make way for me.
I came to beat the doppelganger, but timing’s off.
I brought a knockout stone.
Knock them all out?
First, clear these friends visiting 103.
“She’s definitely home?”
“Call from the window?”
“Hey, one stay here. Need someone for the automatic door.”
The door opens from inside. One girl stays, saying “Hyebin-ah, it’s me. Open up,” while the guy and other girl head to the back where 103’s car window is visible.
102 and 103 side forms an alley with the neighboring building. Few passersby watch.
So, secluded alley.
202 and 203 are similar—that’s how I could infiltrate windows at night.
I followed to see how long they’d linger, standing sneakily behind.
My current room 203’s veranda is visible.
“Who are you?”
Finally noticed?
I’d been following saying no outsiders, but they recognize me now.
“Landlord.”
“Huh?”
“Who are you to come to someone’s building, tiptoe peeking into tenants’ rooms? Heard there are perverts sneaking glances at the girls’ rooms. What’re you doing?”
“Uh, w-well. We…”
“Landlord? For real?”
Landlords don’t wear suits.
The former grandpa landlord wore traditional clothes and carried a back scratcher.
Do I look like construction worker Kim?
To see me as laborer Kim, I hate sun—so skin less aged.
“Eek!?”
Then, near the first-floor security window, the girl presumed friend of 103 startles.
“What?”
“Ah, nothing. Let’s go.”
“What is it? Why? No.”
“Ah, let’s go. Seems busy. Hyunmin-ah, come on. Quick.”
“Uh, why?”
What did she see?
What’s going on?
“Why, why? Hyebin-ah, it’s me! Hyebin-ah?”
The guy is dragged away while trying something at the window guarded by the other girl friend.
“No, let’s go. Idiot? She’s not there. Looks like.”
What full story makes the girls urgently withdraw and the guy dragged out?
After 103’s friends left, thinking—it seems they spotted traces of a man inside.
It was a man.
The guy who came is probably a crush or boyfriend.
When a clueless guy hangs with girls, usually he likes one and approaches, but sometimes gets hooked wrong and becomes the girls’ shared errand boy.
“Phew.”
Good, interrupters gone.
Time to kill.
I was about to unlock with master key when—like Miranda rights for catching a criminal—I notified potential rights violation.
“Excuse me. Came to check wallpaper estimate.”
If sued for trespassing, settle with money.
Money is so great.
It drives away anxiety, guilt from people’s hearts.
In this world, money is level.
I’m strong enough to start a cult and be worshipped as god, but that doesn’t feel real—only earning money does.
Beep beep beep beep. Ring ring.
“Ah, no?!”
“Sorry. Sorry.”
I bowed apologetically entering, but ready to smash 103 woman’s back of head if needed.
Erase memory anyway.
“Uwa uwaaa!?”
Then, behind 103—a very handsome man in woman’s clothes.
But with a dot on face recreating the hole from previous water gun fish in my bromide.
He sees me and screams in surprise.
With one dot, doesn’t look like the person anymore.
My wife’s temptation wasn’t a lie.
“Why, why are you like that?”
“T-That’s him! Save me! Ah, aaaa. Hyebin-ssi! Save me!”
Hiding behind 103, clutching her clothes.
That bastard was preparing to live parasitically under my house.
Seeing that, 103 startles and blocks in front of me.
“Huh? Ah, aaaa?! Get out. Out. It was you? You kidnapped and tried to kill this person?”
Didn’t kidnap, but killing—yes.
“Ah, yes, sorry. Just look around a bit.”
“No, didn’t you hear get out!? Hey! Heok?!”
103 woman blocks path from entrance to room, pushing me—my shirt lifts as pushed……
“K-Knife? Ah. Uh…………!!”
She saw the knife on my belt.
Sashimi knife for Sword Master activation.
Why sashimi? After fish invasions, learning filleting while watching internet streams.
If king snapper or tuna king invades, fillet alive—make them feel Yuan Chonghuan’s punishment, last Ming general.
202’s kitchen knife—since learning portal, sneaked back to 202’s room.
Sharper now.
“203, right? Y-You can’t do this. You have a daughter too.”
103 pales and backs off.
Suddenly a crazy guy with knife barging into cohabiting man-woman room.
And what daughter?
She cheered but didn’t believe?
“Not a daughter.”
“Ah, anyway no. This.”
This house has aluminum mop handle too.
103 retreats, pauses at cordless vacuum and aluminum mop handle.
Picks mop handle, aims at me.
Fallen for doppelganger?
Brave.
“Hey, why don’t you step up?”
After fighting 103, catching doppelganger felt absurd—so provoked doppelganger.
But doppelganger acts like real human.
“U, uwaaaaa! Help, save me!”
“D-Don’t worry! I’ll protect you! Th-This.”
Can’t let civilian get hurt.
My fault for not stopping it.
Extended finger to 103’s forehead.
<Charm LV10>
Planned to turn her with charm. But……
[Higher level charm already applied. Cannot charm. Remove existing charm first.]
“Huh?”
That fake idol heavily charmed the woman.
I’m the potential aggressor—annoying, but shouldn’t she call police?
Instead of mop handle?
“Hyebin-ah! Ah!?”
What now?
Sound from rear—glanced, someone barging through open door.
Sees me and 103’s mop handle aimed at me—screams.
“Who are youuu!? Stalker, right?”
“Ah! Hyunmin-ah help! Th-This man……………!!”
“Uh? Uh! Wait.”
The college friend called Hyunmin rushes out, grabs wax mop handle left in hallway, threatens me.
Driving me nuts, really.
That’s building property……
Surrounded by dual mop handles.
Of course, with my current intelligence, these mop-wielding man-woman’s combat power visible—stats unmeasurable, pathetically weak.
“Hey you bastard! Who are you?”
Of course mouths alive.
“Landlord……”
“Don’t lie! You pervert! I’ll……!”
“Hyunmin-ah! He has a knife! Careful!”
“Uh, uhh…………?”
At knife mention, flustered Hyunmin leaves queen’s wax mop at entrance, grabs fire extinguisher near hydrant.
Me.
“Y-You who! Stalker confirmed.”
“Not stalker, real landlord……”
“D-Don’t come closer!”
Hey, extinguisher is building property too……
Aiming won’t kill me.
Hitting might.
But this guy trembling—scared, yet so aggressive?
Because knife?
Oh.
Thought maybe crush or boyfriend.
Seems yes.
Then…… no need for me to do this, right?
Doppelganger front, crush rear—headache.
Alternating looks at guy and doppelganger—good idea.
Watch Korean love triangle fights honed by makjang dramas. Get protected there too.
“Phew.”
Shook head, avoided flustered guy, exited entrance.
Why?
Better to catch from behind later.
“D-Don’t come!”
“Ah, just passing. Won’t do anything.”
“Uh, uh? What, why?”
Even if attacked by college friend, wouldn’t hurt—pushed out, he panics greatly.
See for yourself.
Only then, situation inside—hidden by me and 103—becomes visible.
“Wh-Who? I-Isn’t that celebrity?”
“Th-That man tried to kill me.”
Guy called Hyunmin looks at me.
Made excuse.
“Kill what? No, checked entrance CCTV—naked man entered 103, wondered what’s up, came to see.”
“Huh?”
“Student, remember talking outside? No outsiders, you worried about stalking lately? Thought same.”
“Uh, uh? No, but. There………… that’s Hyebin’s clothes?”
Planned to smash back of head if wrong, but watched their show a bit.
“Yes, right. So? You?”
“Hey, Min Hyebin.”
“Uh ah? Ah! No, Hyunmin-ah that’s.”
“This ain’t right?”
That line already fun.
Actually, if no police, could subdue these two, erase memories.
Just doppelganger’s movement issue.
Ha…… why dress him in your clothes, leave here? Naked in-out? Now see—
“What ain’t right?”
“……Listen. That man—”
Girls withdrew because saw. Wow, all scripted to fool me? No, fooled friends too?
“Hyunmin-ah, listen. This, uh.”
103’s excuse fun.
Hyunmin and Hyebin dating or about to.
“Ah, sorry. Hyebin, I interfered?”
“Ah, no? That.”
Now celebrity-turned doppelganger apologizes in kindest voice.
“I was nearly killed. Hyebin saved me here. Sorry for staying briefly—ended up spending two nights.”
Idiot.
What did he say.
“What!?”
Forgot me?
Aggro ping-pong perfect.
Escalating.
Doppelganger’s expression turns flustered—didn’t want this.
Doppelganger couldn’t escape building, watch for now.
“Hyebin held scared me……”
“Ah, no, uh, th-that happened but oppa. That’s not.”
“Hey, hey. Min Hyebin, you bitch!? You, you bastard. Touching another’s girl?”
“Touch what nooo?”
That monster good at toying emotions.
Student Hyunmin voice rises, near tears—extinguisher and mop handle now aimed at each other.
“Hey, student there.”
“What!?”
“Put down the weapon.”
“Don’t interfere!”
Aigoo?
Extinguisher mine, kid. No interfering.
Student crying angry—situation weird.
If someone dies, trouble.
Stepped back, called.
“Yeah, it’s me. Ah, first call what. Yeah, come down quick. Wear that.”