episode_0059

After downing a refreshing cola in one shot, Geum Taeyang coolly revealed all the information.

Based on what she heard, Alice formulated a plan.

Rescue Marianne.

Persuade her to agree to the harem plan.

At the same time, prepare so that the other heroines can start from the same footing.

‘That’s the most important part.’

The legal wife.

The first wife.

The woman Cain loves the most.

It was a crucial issue.

But.

There was something even more important than that.

‘In the Prophecy RPG, we said we were as close as family, right?’

Geum Taeyang had told her.

Men naturally bond with men,

and women naturally bond with women.

So, the standard party composition was based on the hero’s gender.

If the hero was male, recruit four male companions.

If the hero was female, recruit four female companions.

Then, they’d grow so close they could practically be called family.

Male parties sometimes fought among themselves,

but female parties, she’d heard, maintained an unusually tight bond.

The comment about Alice being the cause of problems stung a little, but…

She had to admit it.

Right now, thanks to the ring, her mana instability was under control.

But without it, she would’ve been a ticking time bomb.

She wouldn’t have even tried to get close to her party members,

and the party atmosphere would’ve been terrible.

But.

That wasn’t the case anymore.

If five women came together, they’d become like real family.

So.

The battle for the legal wife position could wait.

‘Didn’t they say the real fight begins after rescuing Marianne?’

She had no intention of rushing to save Marianne,

securing the legal wife position, and ending the battle early.

That wouldn’t be fair.

It’d be utterly unfair if someone missed the chance to compete just because they joined later.

They were all going to live together anyway,

and they were all destined to become real family.

Some got to participate in the legal wife battle,

while others didn’t even get the chance?

That’d be a lifelong grievance,

and it’d only breed jealousy among family.

That couldn’t happen.

The legal wife position was important,

but the most important thing was a harmonious household.

So.

She planned to postpone the Marianne rescue mission until the very end…

But that didn’t mean she’d abandon it.

What if Cain seeing Marianne’s happy ending was the trigger for the legal wife battle?

Then they just had to prevent him from seeing it, right?

‘As long as Cain doesn’t know.’

They’d rescue Marianne first,

bring her to their side, and delay showing her happy ending.

…With that thought, she finished formulating her plan.

“Kyah!”

“It’s been so long since I’ve had cola!”

“Is it that good?”

“Duh~!”

“Back in my original world, I was the type who always had cola with every meal! And now, after a whole year without it, I finally get to drink it again!”

So he was a cola addict.

Yeah.

I get that.

I’ve also become the type who feels something’s missing if I don’t have cola with my meal.

Especially when eating greasy meat without cola…

Ugh…

I don’t even want to imagine it.

I’m so addicted to cola that I can’t even remember how I ate greasy meat before knowing about it.

So.

I could fully understand how Geum Taeyang must’ve felt.

“But besides cola, do you have kimchi?”

“Kimchi?”

“Or ssamjang, gochujang, doenjang, sesame oil… stuff like that?”

“??????”

“Judging by your clueless expression, it seems Cain didn’t provide those.”

“What are those?”

“Ingredients from mine and Cain’s homeland.”

“Are they as delicious as cola?”

“Hmm…”

“That’s… debatable.”

“Debatable?”

“Cola is a drink almost universally loved, with very few haters.”

“But Korean cuisine is polarizing.”

Some love it,

some hate it.

Not just foreigners—

even among Koreans, not everyone likes Korean food.

Some Koreans dislike kimchi,

some dislike doenjang.

So.

From an otherworlder’s perspective, Korean food is like a random gamble—you won’t know if it’s tasty or not until you try it.

…At least, that was Geum Taeyang’s opinion.

“So we won’t know until we try it.”

“Pretty much.”

“Should we ask Cain to make some for us?”

“Wait, he can actually make that?!”

“He can.”

Cain was currently pulling random items from the Holy Grail of Sacrifice.

Even though he swore off random pulls last time,

the very next day, he was back at it.

The idea of a “pardon random pull” was probably influenced by that habit…

Anyway.

Thanks to his daily pulls, he’d obtained a variety of modern goods.

But.

He could also do guaranteed pulls.

Complex items like computers? No.

But something like kimchi? Possible.

And.

He only needed to pull it once to mass-produce it.

‘He said charging it once could make about 500 bottles of cola.’

That’s why they were drinking cola like water now.

So.

If he summoned kimchi just once, they’d have an almost unlimited supply.

Meaning he could share some with Geum Taeyang too.

“Oo…ohhh!”

“You’re that excited?”

“Of course I am!”

“Finally, I can have samgyeopsal with kimchi, doenjang jjigae, and cola!!! Kyahooo!!!”

“Is that combo good?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Then wanna go eat together?”

“Deal!”

Geum Taeyang agreed easily.

“Might as well catch up with an old friend while we’re at it.”

…Though,

they’d never actually met in person back in Korea.

They were close online,

but in real life, they’d never crossed paths.

Still.

They had been friends.

And with only five Koreans in this world,

even if their relationship was ambiguous, they were bound to grow closer.

Especially since they’d already been friends before.

But.

He wasn’t in a hurry to meet right away.

“Huh?”

“We should at least prepare before going.”

He carried all his important items with him,

but miscellaneous stuff was left piled up in storage.

He needed to sort through it before moving.

Throw away what’s useless,

take what’s needed, and then head to human territory.

“Then we’ll go ahead. Meet us later at the White Dove Inn, Room 302, in the holy land of the Sacred Nation .”

“OK. I’ll come around lunchtime tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

“Ah.”

“?”

“There are a few decent items among the stuff I’m throwing out. Want them?”

“What’ve you got?”

“Mid-to-late game near-endgame gear from a few months ago.”

Now he was using endgame gear,

with backup weapons and armor all at endgame level.

The slightly weaker near-endgame gear was just collecting dust in storage,

and since it wasn’t worth keeping, he’d planned to toss it.

But.

For the current hero party, it’d still be pretty good.

Might as well hand it over.

“You’re even giving us this?”

“Think of it as doing me a favor by taking my trash.”

“Wow…”

“Training us, sharing intel, and giving us gear… What a guy…”

“What?”

“Falling for me?”

“Want me to kill you again?”

“Kidding.”

“And you guys are way outside my taste anyway.”

I’m a man who’s only interested in mother-daughter combos.

The main heroines of the Prophecy RPG, who have no mothers?

No interest. No intention to pursue.

…At that, Alice reacted.

“Lia has a mother, though?”

“Still not my type.”

My preference is rescuing a mother and daughter suffering under a terrible husband,

then having them praise me, saying their ex was trash and I’m the best.

But.

Serena doesn’t have a husband.

She’s never suffered because of one,

and she’d never trash-talk an ex-husband to side with me.

That’s no fun.

‘Well…’

‘If things got so bad between her and Cain after marriage that she wanted a divorce, then maybe…’

But otherwise, no interest.

I like rescuing suffering mother-daughter pairs,

but forcing myself on a happy family? That’s NTR territory, and I hate that.

…Plus, there’s the matter of taste,

and messing with a friend’s woman just isn’t something a real man does.

“Oh…”

“You’re more decent than I thought.”

“More than you thought?”

“From what Cain said, I assumed you were some delinquent blonde-tanned punk.”

“Ah…”

“Yeah, I’ll admit. Punks are delinquent.”

But.

The Geum Taeyang here wasn’t a blonde-tanned punk.

“?”

“The radiant sun!”

“The warm sun who vowed to save suffering mothers and daughters! That name—Geum Taeyang!”

“What about the tan? The punk part?”

“Not doing that.”

“Why?”

“Ruining this handsome face would be a crime.”

Back in Korea, he’d liked Geum Taeyang.

Not the real delinquent Geum Taeyang,

but the kind who looked like a punk but had a warm heart.

At first, he’d planned to emulate that image.

But.

Every time he saw his own face, he wondered—

Is burning my skin really the way?

Should I ruin this flower-boy charm with a delinquent look?

He agonized over it.

[Live as a blonde-tanned punk VS Live as a soft-featured flower boy]

No matter how he thought about it, the flower boy route was the better deal.

So he changed his mind.

Not a blonde-tanned punk,

but a sun-like man who’d save suffering mothers and daughters.

Yeah.

Common sense said this was the better image.

If a punk offered to save your life, you’d be suspicious.

But if a flower boy did, you’d blush first.

Sure,

it felt like his original concept had crumbled a bit…

‘But I’m still Geum Taeyang, right?’

A man like the sun!

Geum Taeyang, devourer of mother-daughter combos!

That’s a nickname worth living up to!

“You ditched the concept.”

“……”

He quickly handed over the items.