After calming him down and giving him clothes, the masked woman assisted him outside the hotel to the parking lot. She's on her phone, making back-to-back calls.
She put the mic close to her mouth.
"Yes, I'm with the young master. You can pick us up now. Thank you."
She locked her phone and turned to look at her young master. He's still looking dazed, making her worry.
Haemin-nim… I wonder what happened to him? He wouldn't stop crying for a whole hour, and even now, he still looks out of it.
She clenched her fist.
Ryu Jinmu. Just what did that guy do to him?! To our precious young master… Hmph, I'll make sure to tell Raehwan-nim about this! You won't get away with this!
Her eyes looked at him in pity. Meanwhile, Baek Seungho was just staring at the ground and not making any move.
S, so embarrassing… At the age of 34, I still ended up crying in front of a stranger, no less. That was so embarrassing, Baek Seungho! No, Baek Haemin?
He looked at his hands. They were nothing like his hands when he was on the body of Baek Seungho. Even the system acknowledges him as Baek Haemin.
Do I really have to live as Baek Haemin from now on?
"Haemin-nim, it's time to go."
The masked woman approached him. Even though she has a mask on, he could still see her eyes smiling at him. Perhaps because of the way she looks at him, even though he didn't know her, he wasn't uncomfortable around her.
"...Okay."
He just nodded and went inside the car.
He looked at the windows along the ride, observing the place around them. The tall buildings of Seoul, the buzz and people walking on the sidewalks. It wasn't much different from the world he came from.
Except it is. It's Seoul, but at the same time, not the Seoul I know.
For example, the tall building they just passed through. As far as he could remember, it used to be a mall, but now the structure looks taller and it has a logo of a black tiger on top.
So damn huge. Whose idea was it to put a tiger's head on top of a building? Pfft.
Now that he thinks about it, Rise of the SS-Rank Hunter is a munchkin novel about a guy who suddenly became an SS-Rank Hunter, took revenge on those who hurt his family, and moved on to save the world from monsters.
Yes, thanks to our author-nim's greatness, it's a typical hunter-dungeon-system story all about a main character who has nothing but aura farming going on for him. Haa… at least it's not set in some medieval or historical setting. Imagine if I went to those kinds of stories?
Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps. The thought of being shoved into a world where modern technology doesn't exist sounds like a bad horror movie.
That would've been too much.
The masked woman who assisted him earlier peeked at him from the passenger's seat.
"Young master, we're here."
She swiftly got out of the car, opened the door, and bowed her head to him. He was about to step outside of the car but his feet were frozen.
His jaw dropped when he saw the mansion in front of them. It was so huge, he couldn't see the end of it at first glance, and it was filled with a bunch of bodyguards standing outside on each corner of the place.
An old man wearing gray suit ran in their direction and asked the masked woman,
"Jiwon! Are you with the young master?"
"Yes, Simon. Don't worry, I found him."
The old man, Simon, heaved a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank goodness. Raehwan-nim might have issued an emergency order if we found him any later than this."
Emergency order? You're overreaching, old man.
He gulped as he went out of the car. He steeled himself to not show any emotion, trying to control his expression from the shock he's currently suffering.
C, calm down, Baek Seungho. I can't be surprised. This must be where Haemin lives, right? I shouldn't be surprised. Phew…
He slicked his bangs back and exhaled.
To say that the Baek siblings were rich is not an exaggeration. Even though he told himself to calm down, he couldn't hide his awe when they finally entered the mansion.
S, so huge! What the hell?! Are they swimming on money or what?! Is this even legal? D, did I really become a chaebol? No, this is even more extravagant than the ones you see in films!
It's like the whole place is shining. All the furniture are high-end and luxurious, even the maids' uniforms look like they were made out of the best quality fabrics.
He couldn't help but tremble when they got to Haemin's room.
W, what in the… This is even bigger than my whole apartment!
He had to cover his mouth to hide his shock. The masked woman tidied up the bed that was already tidy, and put a towel on top.
"Young master, we'll get your bath ready."
"W, wait!"
Snap out of it, me! Her name is Jiwon, right? That's what the old man earlier called her.
He faked a cough,
"Ahem, Jiwon? Do you know where my phone is?"
"Ah! I apologize, young master! I forgot!"
Jiwon rummaged through her pockets. She took out a phone and handed it to him.
"Here it is. I found it in the corner of the room where I found you. I should've given it to you as soon as I found it. I apologize, young master!"
"No, don't apologize. It's okay, really…"
You're making me uncomfortable, so please stop!
Jiwon's eyes shone. He hadn't noticed it before, but her eyes were the color of a beautiful emerald. Underneath her mask, she smiled.
"Yes, young master."
She exited the room after, and that's when he plopped down on the floor.
"Phew! Dammit, that was so nerve wracking. I can finally breathe, haa…"
He sat down on the bed and opened Haemin's phone. He frowned when he saw it had a passcode.
No, this is normal. Let's try again.
He locked the phone and turned it on again. This time, it finally went through. As he expected, there's a face recognition feature on the phone.
Since I'm now Haemin, I have to at least know some of his business, right? I can't let them know it's not Baek Haemin inside his body anymore. Knowing that bro-con psycho, he definitely won't spare me.
He could already imagine Baek Raehwan torturing him, asking where the soul of his brother went.
But he's already dead. In order to survive, I have to act like the real Haemin as much as possible.
He opened Baek Haemin's messages and social media.