When I clenched my fist, I could clearly feel the energy surging through my entire body.
Just a few pats on the head from Grandma, and I’m oddly brimming with vitality.
—Sss, sss.
“Phew— What do I do now?”
The curling cigarette smoke slipped through the cracks in the earthen prison walls.
So flimsy.
Through the gaps where the smoke escaped, the lively sounds of folk music drifted in.
“Hmm.”
—CRASH!!
A single kick shattered the thick wooden bar.
The restraints, prison walls, even the bars—everything was ridiculously fragile.
As the rising dust settled, I locked eyes with a guard coughing and blinking.
“W-what is it?”
“What do you mean, punk? It’s Chunhyang.”
—SLAP!
A single slap sent him spinning to the ground.
“Phew—”
Leaving the trembling guard behind, I lit a cigarette and walked toward the entrance, the smoke trailing like footprints.
Stepping outside, the dazzling moon and crisp air greeted me.
The air of this era was so refreshing.
Outside, the folk music grew even clearer.
The rhythm led by the gong.
The beat sliced by the drum.
Even the deep bass of the jing.
“Not bad.”
As I walked slowly, I began to see a troupe of performers, basking in the moonlight, stirring up excitement.
It seemed like a feast was underway. Everyone sat on the wide dirt yard, watching the troupe and downing drinks.
‘The entrance?’
Turning my gaze, I saw guards standing at what appeared to be the entrance, holding hexagonal clubs.
The moonlight wasn’t enough, so scattered bonfires crackled and burned.
And there, sitting at the highest spot with a spread of drinks—that guy seemed like the root of all evil.
Just as I confirmed my target and prepared to approach, someone hurried over.
“Oh my, isn’t this Chunhyang? Are you okay? What are you doing here?”
From the looks of it, they seemed to be serving food at the feast.
“Madam. Is that Byeon Hak-do?”
“Oh my!”
I pointed to the guy on the stage, and the lady nearly had a fit.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me down, as if someone might see.
“What if someone sees you doing that!”
“Isn’t it him?”
“Yes, yes, it’s him. He’s a high-ranking official. The newly appointed magistrate of Namwon. People like us need to be careful. That’s how we live long.”
Listening to her, it seemed today was Magistrate Byeon’s birthday feast.
No wonder they were making such a ruckus in the middle of the night.
“Phew— Is that so? Thank you.”
“But what’s that thing puffing smoke?”
“It’s a cigarette.”
“Oh my! How can a woman smoke outside!”
In this patriarchal society, her reaction was almost expected.
Leaving the chattering lady behind, I walked toward Byeon Hak-do.
If he were blowing a trumpet, I’d think he was the king, but hiring a troupe to entertain showed he knew his place.
As I got closer to Byeon Hak-do, one of the shabbily dressed guests stood up and locked eyes with me.
His eyes widened.
“What are you looking at, punk? Get lost.”
Startled by my words, his mouth hung open.
There’s no lip balm here—what if it cracks?
Leaving the guy staring at me, I headed toward Byeon Hak-do.
Ding!
“Come here!!”
—CRASH!!
His voice tore through the air like a storm.
Grandma’s pats must’ve strengthened my vocal cords—it was like thunder.
“W-what? Why is the prisoner out here…?”
“Let’s get this over with. My friend is waiting for me.”
“Hey! Arrest her immediately!”
The guards, late to react, swarmed in, swinging their clubs.
He’s coming around.
Whoosh!
As I deeply bow my head, a club whooshes past above me, making a sound like the wind.
So slow.
“Thud!”
—Crunch!
The jaw of the guard I punched gets smashed.
“Bae!”
—Crunch!
“Gi!”
—Crunch!
Clatter!
With a loud noise, the guards who rushed at me simultaneously fall flat.
“Huh… huh?”
The dazzlingly spinning Namsadang troupe and the drunken drinkers laughing and tilting their cups all freeze in place.
In the midst of it, Byeon Hak-do stares at me with a face that looks like his soul has left his body.
“I’ve come to attend to your needs, sir.”
“……”
“What, why aren’t you saying anything? I said I came to attend to you.”
I placed my thumb on my middle finger and pressed it against Byeon Hak-do’s forehead.
Yet, he just stares blankly at me.
“Next life, try being a righteous Byeon Hak-do instead of a corrupt one.”
—Smack!!
“Ugh!”
As Byeon Hak-do’s eyes roll back and he falls backward,
[Catastrophic Failure]
A message pops up before my eyes.
“Why! How…!”
No time to argue, the world flips upside down.
“Ugh! Bleh!”
When the world flips, you’re supposed to close your eyes, but since I kept them open, it feels like my insides are flipping too.
As dizziness hits, I lock eyes with Baekseol, who was crouching on the grass.
“Baekseol, I failed.”
Hearing my words, Baekseol jumps onto my shoulder and starts poking my cheeks.
Seems like Pposiraegi is trying to comfort me in its own way.
“Phew! Baekseol, I’ll try again!”
Baekseol, who had been poking and rubbing my cheeks repeatedly, suddenly points into the air.
[Chunhyangga has been selected]
[Reassigned to the previously failed training ground]
[Chunhyangga – Prison Song: Understanding]
“Sir, let’s do this. I guess I hit you too lightly last time, so I failed.”
Just as I was about to slap Byeon Hak-do, who was staring blankly at me,
“Undercover Inspector, coming through—!!”
“What?”
Turning around, the beggar I had locked eyes with earlier was running toward me with shining eyes, accompanied by soldiers.
“Damn it, it’s the cops. Bring it on!”
As I charge toward the soldiers wielding clubs, they all look panicked.
“I am! Chunhyang!!”
Grit.
My muscles tense up.
—Crash!!
[Catastrophic Failure]
[Despairing Failure]
…
…
…
[User has no response]
“Why!!”
“Sigh…”
As I tightly close my eyes, a musty moldy smell soon hits my nose.
—Squeak, squeak.
“Hoo— Is this supposed to teach me understanding?”
—Crunch!
“Ugh.”
Ding!
After throwing away the broken sword and placing a bed in the corner of the prison, it looks somewhat comfortable.
“Hoo—”
Lying on the bed and smoking a cigarette, the musty moldy smell seems to be covered by the cigarette smoke.
As I kill time by fidgeting, I sense movement, as if it’s time for patrol.
“What, what is it!”
“What do you mean ‘what’? It’s Chunhyang. Aren’t you going to leave?”
Hearing my words, the guard runs off, perhaps to call for backup.
I’ve tried to escape several times, but nothing changes.
The only difference is that during the confrontation with Byeon Hak-do, the beggar I locked eyes with earlier shouted “Undercover Inspector, coming through!” and charged in.
Undercover…
A government official was throwing a feast on his birthday, and another was trying to escape from prison to confront the official in office.
Anyone could see that I was the villain.
It seemed certain they came to catch me, so I knocked them all down, but I failed again.
“They said he was like Mongryong.”
After repeating it several times, I was starting to get used to the musty, damp prison.
As I lay still, organizing my thoughts, the guard who had disappeared earlier appeared with his comrades in a rush.
“Criminal Seong Chunhyang, receive your punishment!”
“I’m already caught, what punishment are you talking about, you idiot? Don’t make a scene and get lost.”
The guard ignored my words and rattled the brass lock.
They soon crowded in and tied ropes tightly around my body.
I had attempted to escape every time, but this was the first time I stayed still, and a new situation arose.
I wondered where they were taking me, but after staying quiet for a while, a familiar space and familiar faces appeared.
It was noisy earlier, but now it was eerily quiet.
“Sit down!”
Byeon Sado glared at me fiercely and made me sit on a chair placed in the middle of the dirt yard.
“Listen, Seong Chunhyang, daughter of Gyeolgi, a courtesan!”
“I’m not a courtesan.”
“What! If the mother is a courtesan, it’s only natural that the child is too. Where do you get off talking nonsense!”
“So?”
After getting smacked on the forehead and falling, the guy now comes at me with a vein popping on his neck.
“How dare you, a lowly commoner, insult a government official who receives the nation’s salary! Receive your punishment!”
“Go ahead, hit me.”
“You don’t back down even a word! You’re like a woman who floats only her mouth even when drowning!”
Byeon Sado signaled the guards, and they approached me with long wooden sticks.
“Twist her legs!”
They crossed the wooden sticks between my legs and pulled with all their might.
“It hurts so much. Save me.”
Experiencing it firsthand, the punishment was crueler than I thought.
The crossed wooden sticks pressed down on my shins.
The guard holding the end of the stick put all his weight on it, and my shins became the axis of the lever, enduring the pressure.
Even a light tap with a fist would make a painful sound on the shins.
I can’t believe such a barbaric punishment exists in the world.
If a grown man puts all his weight on the wooden stick pressing on the shins, it’s no wonder an ordinary person’s shinbone would be crushed.
This is a crazy world.
“Ah, it hurts so much I want to turn Byeon Sado into Byeon Sache. Save me.”
Hearing my calm, monotonous voice, Byeon Hak-do’s face turned red.
Thanks to the skill, even when I fell from the rooftop and landed on my back, I felt little pain, and after being comforted by my grandmother, my body became incredibly strong.
“Ouch, it hurts, you bastard.”
“Hey! Can’t you twist it harder!”
The guards beside me were almost hanging on, putting all their strength into it.
I don’t know how long this commotion lasted.
I was watching them, too lazy to even breathe, and they seemed to tire themselves out and ordered me to be put back in prison.
“What, you’re not going to eat me? I taste like a peach.”
“Throw that woman into prison right now!”
“So soft.”
“Hurry up!”
The guards lifted me up again and dragged me to prison.
Being dragged along, I soon arrived at the prison.
“If you don’t want to suffer again, stay quiet.”
“Yes.”
The guard, who had been looking at my bed strangely, shook his head as if he didn’t want to get involved anymore and left.
“Phew. What should I do now?”
Lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette, it seemed like there would be no further changes.
Ding!
“Huh? Ding is here.”
Just as I was about to give up, a system sound rang.
[The Middle Molaejangdan begins]
『Eolssu!』
Suddenly, the world turned upside down, and it felt like I had an out-of-body experience as my vision started to float.
Looking around, it was the prison where I had been.
Looking down…
I saw a woman who looked utterly exhausted, crying sadly.
“Ah, ah— Chunhyang’s figure is so pitiful!”
“With a ghostly appearance, sitting alone in the cold, desolate room, all I can think of is my beloved.”
“Ah, ah— I long to see, I long to see my beloved from Hanyang.”
She sobbed as if singing.
“If I were to die in prison without seeing my beloved, the tree near my grave would become a love tree.”
She sang as if weeping.
“Shall I write a letter with blood from my finger and paint my beloved’s portrait with tears soaked in my liver?”
She wept and longed.
“The stone in front of the grave will become a longing stone. Who will understand this grievance in life and death?”
“Chunhyang wails with a loud, sorrowful cry.”
Ding!
[The whirlwind rhythm begins]
…
…
…
I watched for a while.
Chunhyang’s prison diary.
Chunhyang’s longing in prison.
Chunhyang’s decaying heart.
Is it possible to miss someone so much that you can’t see them?
At first, I didn’t understand.
I still don’t understand.
But as time passes, I become immersed and buried in her sorrow.
Now, I have many precious things too.
Our white cotton ball likes being with me.
She lives not for herself, but for me.
She loves sharing body heat with me.
She loves eating with me.
She loves sleeping with me.
Why does she love me so much?
That’s why I must protect my Pposiraegi, who loves me so much.
I must also protect my Lin Eonni, who follows me around with a cold face, saying she likes me.
I’m starting to understand her heart a little.
Ding!
[Starting to understand love]
[Great success!]
[Acquired Chunhyangga – Prison Song]
[Returning]
When I opened my eyes, Baekseol was clinging to my face.
“I’m hungry.”
“We just ate.”
“Again!”
“Alright, let’s eat.”
“Yay!”
Name: Baek Seol (White Snow)
Form: Jammin Human Form
Race: Ancient Blue Moon Clan
Origin: Child of □□ and □□
Status: Not eating well, evolving in darkness
Heart: Pondering how to devour her owner
Name: Han Ga-eul (Room Master)
Status: Originally in a dark state
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