This damn world.
If I had to be stuck in a different world, I’d prefer a romance game filled with handsome men.
At least a fantasy healing story without the threat to life would be nice.
Lee Moa.
Now, I properly recall the familiar status window name.
‘A mid-boss’s younger sister.’
As the tension eased, everything in front of my eyes went pitch black.
It was mind-boggling.
I loved him, of course.
Although I sometimes fantasized about meeting him in person….
But this… To encounter him in this form, in a tangible reality.
However, a more significant issue loomed before my eyes.
‘Lee Moa.’
Lee Gyeom’s sister and his last remaining family.
What I knew about her was the thirteen-year age gap with Lee Gyeom, making me his younger sister.
Lee Gyeom, taking on the role of our parents, raised Lee Moa like a delicate greenhouse flower. And then,
‘Lee Moa dies on her 16th birthday.’
Fortunately, I happen to be a veteran in this game.
Anyway, I’ll survive.
For now, I must survive.
