[Welcome to Fight Class 3]
Ivan's eyes darted to the holographic green screen in front of him, curiosity briefly cooling his frustration.
Fight Class 3… as in the Manhwa? What the hell am I doing in a Manhwa? Ivan scratched his head.
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[Quest: Get a Job
Reward: Fluent Korean Language (Writing included), Korean Passport, Korean Bank Account, Permanent Residency Card, Phone with SIM + 1-month Internet, Complete Korean Education]
Ivan examined the situation and pieced together everything that had happened. First, he was somehow transmigrated into another world. Now he was staring at a system screen offering rewards. Either he really was in Korea and had been kidnapped… or his brain was damaged and producing hallucinations.
Ivan felt uneasy. Instead of arguing with the text floating in front of him, he simply did what it instructed:
Get a job.
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"So you're a foreigner, and you want to work at this convenience store… and you can only speak Russian and English? No Korean at all?"
"Yes," Ivan answered the middle-aged woman. She wore an apron over a white shirt and long skirt, brown hair, brown eyes, light pink lipstick. She was mildly pretty.
The woman looked Ivan up and down—first his height, then his build, then his face.
He's tall, muscular, ridiculously handsome… tall, handsome, foreign. Young girls will flock here. A win-win, she thought.
She studied him for a few moments, then said,
"You're hired. Give me your ID card so I can do the paperwork."
Ivan took out his wallet and handed her his Russian ID card.
"Will this do?"
"Yes, this will do. You'll get 10,000 won per hour, no bonus. You get Sunday off, but if you work Sunday, you'll get your 10,000 won bonus along with the hourly pay. Understand?"
Ivan nodded, surprised.
He thought working in Korea would be hard.
He was wrong.
(Author: Bitch, you got hired because you're handsome, not because it's easy.)
"Also, kid—let your hair grow out. That buzz cut makes you look like a gangster. You have a handsome face; longer hair will make you even more handsome. You can call me Boss Ji-yeon… or Nuna if that's easier."
Ivan lowered his gaze slightly. "I understand, Nuna."
Ji-yeon blinked, caught off guard. After a second, she nodded and continued her paperwork.
"Good. You're a good boy." She was usually serious, but this time, a small smile tugged at her lips.
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Ivan began working immediately after asking Nuna if he could start today. She agreed and taught him how to scan barcodes, handle payments, and give change. He learned quickly.
All night he worked—scanning items, handing purchases to customers, and exchanging money. When he made mistakes, Nuna corrected him without hesitation until he made none at all.
He met many girls throughout the night; several blushed and asked for his number. He simply said he didn't have a phone. It was true—he'd never owned one. His household forbade phones, so he always used his friends' devices. He only knew about manga, anime, and manhwa because of school friends, and when he wasn't at school, he trained at the wrestling gym nonstop.
Eventually, his shift came to an end.
"Ivan-oppa, the boss is calling you!"
A fifteen-year-old girl—Soo-ah, another part-timer and a first-year high school student—waved him over.
Ivan nodded.
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"You called, Nuna?" Ivan entered the office.
"Yes. Come here." Ji-yeon motioned him closer. "You did a good job today. You're a quick learner—surprisingly easy to teach."
After looking him over once, she handed him a small envelope.
"For your hard work… and for your handsome face, which increased the customer count."
Ivan accepted it, pleasantly surprised. He wasn't about to complain—he needed the money desperately. He opened the envelope to see 50,000 won inside.
"I hope you come tomorrow and the days after. Now go," she said, already returning to her paperwork—calculating, dismissive.
Ivan simply nodded.