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Location: Original Earth
Time: Unimportant — time bends around him anyway.
Hyung Fyi stepped into a small city street market, the kind filled with honking cars, neon signs, and noisy vendors shouting about discounts.
His black coat didn't belong here.
His crimson eyes drew glances.
His presence made traffic lights glitch and streetlights dim.
And yet… no one stopped him.
Reality was doing its best to act normal.
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He stood in front of a ramen stall.
A tired vendor looked up from his boiling pot.
> "Oy, what'll it be, sir? Chicken? Beef? Spicy soul-blaster?"
Hyung Fyi glanced at the sign. Then looked up.
> "All of them."
> "...All?"
> "Everything on your menu. And your competitor's menu. And the menus of every ramen stall on Earth."
The vendor blinked.
> "That'll cost you, mister. We don't take cards that float and glow—"
Hyung Fyi held out a red-gold Ω System Card.
[Transaction Complete]
[Vendor's Financial Struggles: ERASED]
[Local Economy: STABILIZED]
The vendor gasped as his phone beeped — his debts paid, business taxes cleared, and his daughter's hospital bill wiped out.
> "Wha... who are you?"
Hyung Fyi took the first bowl. The broth shimmered like liquid memory.
> "Just someone who used to eat ramen after school."
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Across the table, Thea Heesae sat down quietly.
She wore simple Earth clothes now — hoodie, jeans — but her blue eyes still had that divine gleam.
> "You don't have to help people like that," she said softly.
> "I know," he replied, slurping noodles like a casual god.
"But I remember when I had nothing. Not even a story."
They sat together in silence.
For once, the world didn't break around them.
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But not far away…
A man in a suit stared at Hyung Fyi through a coffee shop window.
He opened a thin notebook.
Inside were words written in a language older than time: