Bora jolted awake, drenched in sweat, panting like she'd just lost a fight to gravity and a fever dream combo.

  “I knew it. It was a fever dream!”

  She clutched her chest, trying to catch her breath—only to pause mid-gasp.

  Her voice.Deep. Smooth. Masculine.Like someone dropped bass boost on her vocal cords.

  “Huh??”

  She blinked at her surroundings. Gone was her cramped Busan apartment, the noodle cup shrine, and her anime wall scrolls.Instead, she found herself in a vish room with marble floors, velvet curtains, and a chandelier that looked way too expensive to exist in 2025.

  “Did I get kidnapped? Is this a mansion?!”

  Scrambling off the silken bed, Bora darted to a full-body mirror nearby—only to freeze in pce.

  The man in the mirror was tall.Broad shoulders, sculpted jawline, silver hair swept back like an anime vilin CEO, and a stare that said "I tax your aura just by existing."

  “Who… is this hunk?!”

  The reflection copied her shocked expression perfectly.That’s when it clicked.

  “Wait. Waitwaitwait. I’m Lemuel?!”

  Her brain rebooted.

  It wasn’t a dream.The white void. The cursed job application. The "70 billion won to be a vilin" offer. It was real.

  “I’m inside the game… I am the vilin… Oh my god I’m hot.”

  She stared into the mirror, burning the image into her memory. If she could give a Yelp review for body-swapping, it’d be five stars and a “frfr would reincarnate again.”

  Without shame, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it.

  “Let’s see the goods…”

  A glorious eight-pack stared back at her, glistening slightly under the chandelier light like the holy grail of gacha pulls.

  “Woah.”

  Bora’s brain bluescreened for a solid five seconds. Pure awe. Peak fiction had become reality.

  Then—A chime echoed in her head.

  [Hello, Host. My name is Vilin Guider, but you may call me Vivi. I will be your assistant in—]

  “AHHHH!” Bora nearly fell backward. “Voice in my head?! Is that normal?!”

  [Host. Please. Can you stop ogling yourself and listen to me for five seconds?]

  A long pause.

  “…I mean, valid,” Bora said, still staring at her reflection. “But you gotta admit, this is peak character design.”

  [Yes. Congratutions. You're built like an endgame raid boss. Now can we move on before the plot finds you?]

  “Fine, fine, such an impatient little narrator,” Bora sighed, throwing her hands up. “Do your exposition thing, System-chan.”

  [Anyway, Host—you’re now two months before the main plot begins. And yes, you’re ridiculously overpowered. But bad news: you can’t fully control Lemuel’s abilities yet since, well… you’re not actually him.]

  “I mean, yeah, duh.” Bora nodded sagely, crossing her arms. “You think that aura just grows on trees? That’s peak grindset right there. Lemuel probably trained on a mountain while being chased by wolves or something.”

  She paused, eyes narrowing.

  “But I got questions,” she said, pointing a finger at the ceiling. “What happened to my 70 billion won? And… can I still go back? To reality, I mean. Kinda left my body behind and I do have people I care about. Even if they roasted me for the body pillow incident.”

  [The money’s been transferred to your parents. You’re now a secret millionaire back on Earth thanks to ‘stocks and crypto’ or something. Your will says everything goes to them. And you… technically died, Host.]

  Bora blinked.

  A long pause.

  Then she ughed.

  Like, actual wheezing.

  “Yo, finally! I’m no longer the deadbeat daughter leeching off her parents—I’m the mysterious sigma daughter who made it big and dipped! Let’s goooo!”

  [...You’re taking this surprisingly well.]

  “I mean, would I be me if I broke down crying?” Bora grinned. “Nah, I just pulled the ultimate flex. My siblings are gonna be so mad when they find out I became rich and disappeared into a rizz dimension.”

  [Well… sure. Let’s go with that.]

  [To summarize: After the main plot ends, you're free to do whatever you want with Lemuel’s life. But for now, you're pying the role of the vilin. So train up, scare the protagonist, and look devastatingly hot while doing it.]

  “Sounds easy enough. I’ve already got the handsome part down,” Bora smirked, flexing in the mirror. “Being the most cinematic man alive? That’s just the Bora Cho way.”

  [Your name is Lemuel Ark now, please remember that—]

  “I will never stop calling myself Bora in my head.”

  [Host, please—]

  “I literally manifested into a hot anime vilin. I deserve this.”

  Bora slept like a rock.

  No tossing. No turning. Just a face-down corpse pose on top of unnecessarily luxurious vilin bedding.

  Meanwhile, in her head, Vivi the system floated aimlessly in digital silence.

  [I hope... maybe tomorrow she’ll be less unhinged.]

  —Morning hits like a light novel truck—

  Bora jolted awake, eyes half-lidded, hair a mess, and voice hoarse like she ate gravel.

  “Ugh... what year is it?” she groaned, dragging herself out of the vilin-grade silk sheets.

  Then she blinked. “Wait. Right. I'm hot now.”

  She cracked her neck and spped her cheeks. "Grind starts today."

  [Host. Good morning.]

  “Huh?” Bora grunted, grabbing her sword like it was a toothbrush. “System, what was your purpose again? Are you like Alexa or just a snarky ghost watching me fail?”

  [I thought you didn’t care yesterday.] Vivi's voice came out in the tone of someone who’s been ghosted but still shows up for work.

  “I was sleepy, okay? Don’t hold grudges, you’re AI-coded.”

  [Fine. Let me reintroduce myself: I’m Vivi, a repurposed Vilin Guider system. My job is to help you make logical vilin choices. Every good vilinous action earns you Vilin Points. Accumute 100 and you unlock the Vilin Shop.]

  “Ooooh. A shop?” Bora’s eyes lit up like a gacha addict. “Bet I can get an aura cloak and those shiny red eyes.”

  […Yes. Among other things.]

  “Alright, lemme see my stats. Gotta know what kind of shounen protagonist I ruined by existing.”

  A translucent screen appeared before her eyes.

  Name: Lemuel ArkCss: Master SwordsmanStats:? Charm – SSS? Dexterity – SS? Strength – SSS? Agility – SSS? Vitality – SS? Vigor – SSS? Intelligence – B (SSS)

  Abilities:? Sword Mastery – B (EX)? Acrobatics – A (EX)? Magic Mastery – C (EX)? Rune Mastery – C (EX)

  Bora blinked.

  “…Damn.”

  She whistled, slowly nodding in reverence.

  “This guy was peak fiction. Like, zero-to-solo-army type. And now?”

  She pointed to the lowered stats and held back tears.

  “I nerfed Lemuel Ark just by breathing in his skin. I’m a living debuff.”

  [Your intelligence dropped from SSS to B. I’m not even mad—just… impressed.]

  “No no no. I can’t let this aura daddy down!” Bora smmed her palm on the floor. “I gotta grind! Rocky montage style! I will rizz my way to EX tier again!”

  [That’s the spirit, I guess.] Vivi sighed.[I scheduled your first training session in the courtyard. Try not to destroy the entire mansion.]

  “LFG!!” Bora pumped her fists and marched out. “Time to swordfight, suffer, and sy.”

  And with that, Bora Cho—now Lemuel Ark—took her first step toward vilin supremacy… and possibly overexerting herself within the hour.

  Lemuel slipped on the sleek bck training gear id out by Vivi—tailored, breathable, vilin-core. A deep crimson sash tied it all together like a warning: danger walks here.

  "Drip status: Certified." Lemuel muttered.

  He stepped out into the long marble corridor, hair tousled but perfect, eyes dead serious.

  Waiting near the entrance to the training courtyard was the head butler, Elric. Salt-and-pepper hair. Perfect posture. Hands behind his back like he was born suspicious.

  Elric blinked twice. Then again.

  “My liege…” he began, voice tight. “May I ask… where are you going this early?”

  Lemuel paused.

  Inside, Bora cracked her neck. Showtime.

  Sigma Mode: Engaged.

  He turned slightly, sharp eyes meeting the butler’s.

  “I’m going to train,” he said coolly. “I have a feeling… I’ve grown stronger again.”

  The words nded like a boulder. Elric froze. Sweat dotted his brow.

  His Master—who had long surpassed most generals—was getting stronger again?

  “…Understood,” Elric said, bowing low. But his voice shook, ever so slightly.

  [Congrats, Host. You just earned 10 Vilin Points.] Vivi chimed in gleefully.

  “Huh? From just that?” Lemuel muttered under his breath.

  [That butler you just flexed on? He’s a spy from the Princess Faction. He’s here to keep tabs on you and sabotage your rise.]

  Lemuel blinked.

  “Damn. He’s a snitch?”

  [Correct. Specifically, a mole for Princess Emilia Brightshield of the Shield Kingdom. She’s stationed near the conflict zone and hates your faction’s guts.]

  Lemuel recalled the lore. Emilia—the so-called saint of defense. All noble light and righteousness. Meanwhile, the Ark faction—his faction—wanted to pull away from the frontlines, draft manpower through less savory methods… like sve conscription and underground guilds.

  In the eyes of the world, Lemuel Ark was the vilin.

  And now?

  Now, Bora was driving that vilin’s car.

  “Okay…” Lemuel smirked as he stepped into the sunlight-drenched courtyard. “Then let’s make this the best vilin arc ever.”

  He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and summoned his training sword from the rack.

  [Host. You are terrifying.]

  “Let’s hit 100 points fast. I want the vilin shop. Maybe I can buy a pet dragon. Or red lightning.”

  [Priorities, huh.]

  The morning sun cast long shadows as Lemuel faced a training dummy.

  And somewhere behind the cold marble pilrs, a certain butler watched, lips pressed thin.

  He’s evolving too fast... I need to inform the Princess.