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    Humans do anything that makes money.

    In particular, in this world, Sunshade is the embodiment of capitalism, and those who make money are those who lightly ignore ethics.

    The evidence is right in front of me.

    “Wherever I go, I see Do Ji-hwan.”

    As soon as I entered Byuldabang in Gangnam, Hyun Se-rin smiled playfully, pointing in all directions and at me.

    “There is Kim Ji-hwan, there is Park Ji-hwan, and here is Do Ji-hwan.”

    “Look at this. Se-rin Hyun.”

    “Ah, was it Dok Ji-hwan? Or Dong Ji-hwan?”

    “Is it okay to treat someone like a different person just because they have a mole on their face?”

    “Then do you want to be treated like yourself? Huhuhu.”

    Hyun Se-rin placed her hand on the mole on my face.

    Although he looked exactly like the real Do Ji-hwan, that was the only flaw that made it possible to say that he was 99.99% similar, not 100% similar.

    “Do Ji-hwan must be working hard at prenatal education in Busan. Isn’t the person in front of me just someone imitating Do Ji-hwan?”

    “It’s not just that they just copy it, they’re vicious people who copy everything from their fashion, behavior, voice, and even way of speaking.”

    Yoon Hye-ra, who came with a tray of drinks, returned to her seat, listening to Hyun Se-rin’s words.

    “Here you go, handsome man with plastic surgery.”

    “It’s not plastic surgery.”

    “But other people think of him as a handsome man who had plastic surgery, right? So do the people who came here. So do the people who see the person sitting over there.”

    Yoon Hye-ra also points to the place that Hyun Se-rin pointed to.

    There, people like me, like Ji-hwan Kim, Ji-hwan Park, and Ji-hwan Choi, were all drinking tea with their group.

    “Why does everyone drink with women? Although he is a handsome man with plastic surgery, he still becomes a mask, so he accepts job hunting and blind dates. ”

    “You’re using my face to introduce women. Should I like this?”

    “Think positively. You’ve become a celebrity. It became hope for the incapable? An icon of positivity and hope.”

    “Me too.”

    I expected it, but seeing it with my own eyes made it even more absurd.

    “How people’s logic circuits work.”

    “That’s why people want to have good relationships with beautiful women.”

    “Not a beautiful woman with special abilities?”

    “Isn’t that what it is? The word talented person includes beauty.”

    Hyun Se-rin pulled Hye-ra Yoon by the shoulders, made a V shape with her hands, and placed them under her chin.

    “Right?”

    “Of course.”

    Is it because they are one year older?

    Or maybe it’s because they got along so well from the beginning.

    Or is it because he is sincere when teasing me?

    “I mean, think of it as an honor to have tea with these beauties. Huh?”

    “Okay then. These beauties don’t just drink tea, they also drink other things. Huh?”

    “I told you to avoid making dirty jokes in public places.”

    They both stuck out their tongues at me at the same time.

    The reason they get along so well despite not being sisters is probably because of the same platinum-colored bridge in their hair.

    ” What we’re drinking isn’t anyone else’s but yours, so what’s wrong?”

    “That’s right. Are we the only ones drinking? You drink it too.”

    “Drink some coffee.”

    “Lemonade. Oh, lemonade?”

    “The person with this ability is not yellow, but transparent, so ah, okay. I’ll stop.”

    They even frowned, and then the two raised their hands and stopped playing.

    “This Do Ji-hwan is a very shy Do Ji-hwan.”

    “Sure. The other Do Ji-Hwans in this cafe are all horny trying to get ahold of the girl. ah! Are you actually hiding it?”

    “You guys, just keep in mind that if you weren’t so talented, there are a lot of people here who would have poured coffee right after hearing you.”

    “Aren’t you talking so freely because other people aren’t listening?”

    Hyun Se-rin lightly twirled her finger in the air.

    “Because they are talking behind a barrier using this ability, they cannot approach these beautiful women even though they are talking with a man.”

    “…….”

    “If I were a Korean with the ability, I would have approached him right away. While giggling, he said, ‘Can you give me your phone number?’”

    actually.

    We are sitting in a quite corner of the cafe, but if you look at the entire cafe, people are sitting in concentric circles with us at the center.

    Mostly men, handsome men with plastic surgery who resemble Do Ji-hwan, are sitting around us.

    They are trying to somehow hear our story and spy on us, but they are unable to get close because Yoon Hye-ra and Hyeon Se-rin are openly using their magical powers to pressure us not to approach.

    “Mr. Do Ji-hwan. Who do you think is to blame for that? Isn’t it the fault of the person who instilled confidence in men who lacked confidence by saying that I, too, could relate to Baek Seol-hee?”

    “It’s my fault? Isn’t it exactly their fault?”

    I pointed to the building beyond the glass window where we were sitting, and to the signs hung from the first floor to the top floor.

    “Isn’t it Haeguneul Plastic Surgery’s fault? Do Ji-hwan just had a good relationship with Baek Seol-hee, but it was Hae-neul’s fault for encouraging her to get plastic surgery on that face.”

    If you think that something strange has happened in this country of this world, you can see that they are the culprits, either directly or indirectly.

    The same goes for the Gangnam handsome man Do Ji-hwan incident.

    “Just because you seduced Baek Sul-hee, it doesn’t mean that Baek Sul-hee seduced Do Ji-hwan when she saw his face.”

    “Isn’t it true that the face was eaten first? Right, sister?”

    “Recognized. If you have an ugly face when kissing, affection will drop, but how will you feel if your face gets excited when kissing because you are handsome?”

    “I admit that.”

    Everyone admits that kissing a beautiful woman is much better.

    It is completely understandable that people undergo plastic surgery to become that target.

    Plastic surgery is free, and improving one’s appearance is essential for establishing a good relationship with the opposite sex.

    but.

    “Then, since he made a lot of money with that handsome face, shouldn’t he be paid a modeling fee?”

    “Oh.”

    “If a plastic surgery clinic were to sell your face as a model, you would be very offended.”

    “……Ah, ahaha.”

    You wouldn’t know it if I were selling my face for money, but as always, Haegeuneul is making huge profits from Do Ji-hwan without even giving him a single penny.

    “When consulting with a plastic surgery specialist, do they say, ‘Please make me look like Do Ji-hwan’? I understand. It might be an honor to be used as a handsome man template. But not like this.”

    I took out a document from my briefcase so that others would not see it.

    “There is a clear difference between a consumer asking for something to be done this way and a plastic surgery clinic directly doing business with a template.”

    -You too can become a pillar of S-class talent!

    This is internal data.

    This is evidence created by transcribing the information that several men among the organization’s agents went to receive plastic surgery consultations and saw with their own eyes.

    Even though it is not taken out to the outside world, what would people who come to have plastic surgery to become handsome think when they see this?

    “After getting plastic surgery like Do Ji-hwan, the C-level psychic regrets dumping me, the B-grade psychic is devastated that I won’t date him, and the A-grade psychic is obsessed with meeting me at all costs.”

    “What is that novel-like setting?”

    “That’s because such situations occur frequently in reality. And it goes well too.”

    Is this a wrong phenomenon?

    well.

    This world is capitalism, and the market moves according to the logic of capitalism.

    “In capitalism, choosing a path that makes money is not a big problem. The problem is those who abuse this…”

    I looked at the others and took out another copy of the material.

    “The money spent on plastic surgery like Do Ji-hwan is 300 million won.”

    “…Crazy?”

    “That is also the initial estimate, and if you start tinkering with Western music or anything else, the money will increase exponentially.”

    No matter how much you want to be beautiful, few people have the financial resources to spend 300 million won just for plastic surgery.

    then.

    What is the easiest and fastest way for them to raise money?

    How can I secure the cost of plastic surgery?

    “There are people who think that it is not a good idea to sell one’s body in exchange for money in order to become good-looking and for the sake of that future.”

    * * *

    Dark underground parking lot.

    In the basement of a hospital where there is little light, people wearing white clothes like protective clothing are carrying something on a cart.

    The size of the cart is about the same as the room service cart carried by hotel staff in the movie.

    What’s unusual is that the red cloth covering the cart is so thick that you can’t see underneath the cart at all.

    Slurp, slosh.

    And every time the wheel of the cart rattles as it passes over the ledge, it makes a sound like something liquid is shaking inside the cart.

    Sigh.

    A black van pulled into the parking lot.

    The van stopped in front of the cart, looking all too familiar, without even turning on the headlights.

    “How much?”

    “200.”

    “Why are there so many? Why did you kill someone?”

    “That’s because there are a lot of customers.”

    The driver and those driving the cart giggled and opened the trunk.

    Inside the trunk was an empty ice box painted black.

    “Why is everyone making such a fuss and drawing blood?”

    “It’s the World Cup. If S-class women from overseas come to him thinking it’s Do Ji-hwan, he’s trying to catch them.”

    “What nonsense… Haha, well, it’s because of those people that we make a living like this… Huh?”

    Jerk, jerk.

    I hear footsteps.

    The sound of shoe heels that shouldn’t be heard.

    “…What is it?”

    “Well, that can’t be…!”

    [Yes.]

    The black entity that appeared in the darkness.

    [It is the Sipsonbi who was passing by.]

    “Hwalbindang!!!”

    It’s a goblin of death.

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