Deep Realm, Mount Yeongryunsan. Wei Zhongqi pressed his fingers against his forehead and watched the residents of the Deep Realm gather in his front yard. Today was the day of a special event—selling Korean food to the residents at the bargain price of five hundred mastery stones. The event was held in response to a petition submitted by the residents themselves. “Please! We beg you! Lower the prices!” they had pleaded as one. Initially, Wei Zhongqi sourced ingredients from Earth for his personal meals. However, word spread quickly, and soon the residents of the Deep Realm started flocking to his home, eager to taste the food themselves. Following Kiriel’s advice, Wei Zhongqi had raised the price to an absurd level, drastically reducing traffic to his home, but also increasing the complaints. “Who in their right mind would eat here if you raised your price to ten thousand mastery stones?” Everyone had scoffed at his decision. He assumed they had given up, but instead, the residents had ventured to the Plains of Despair to hunt for mastery stones. A month later, realizing how arduous it was to gather ten thousand stones, they came as a group to plead for a price reduction. Wei Zhongqi let out a deep sigh and began taking orders as the crowd pushed forward. The most popular item on the menu was ramen. The residents were utterly captivated by the intense flavor of MSG in the ramen broth. To top it off, they added kimchi and kimbap, devouring everything with voracious enthusiasm. Seeing this, others quickly ordered the same items. As the ramen noodles boiled vigorously in a pot, Wei Zhongqi reflected on how things had reached this point. He divided the freshly cooked noodles into ceramic bowls and served them to the waiting customers. The residents couldn’t stop expressing their amazement, smacking their lips in anticipation. Picking up the forks Wei Zhongqi had handed out, they slurped up the noodles. Among them, one resident even used chopsticks, becoming an instant celebrity. “My goodness! He’s using chopsticks!” “When did he find the time to practice it?” Wei Zhongqi shook his head, feeling lost. Wei Zhongqi was now faced with another issue: alcohol. This miraculous substance, with its ability to lift spirits after one drink, heat the body after two, and make one feel weightless after three, was what people of Earth referred to as “getting drunk.” “One more bottle of soju, please!” “Soju’s five hundred mastery stones, too, right? Hahaha!” “Drink up! It’s the special discount day!” Wei Zhongqi visited a grocery store near Changshin Villa with Do-Jun. “On sale! Fresh mackerel, only 1,500 won each!” The two entered the store with a shopping cart and were greeted by the fresh produce section. Wei Zhongqi seemed completely fascinated by the Korean grocery store, exclaiming in wonder as he glanced around. Do-Jun had dressed casually in a hoodie, shorts, and slip-ons, with Yong-Yong nestled snugly in the hood of his sweatshirt. “So... how much are you selling a single serving of ramen for?” Do-Jun asked Wei Zhongqi. “Five hundred mastery stones. Ah, we only treat the purple mastery stones as currency in the Deep Realm since that’s the highest tier. Please let me know if you need some, and I’ll give you as many as you need.” According to Wei Zhongqi, the residents of the Deep Realm were completely addicted to Korean food, especially anything loaded with MSG. Recently, their obsession had extended to alcohol, creating a truly captivating sight to behold. “No need,” Do-Jun said, shaking his head. Mastery stones were undoubtedly useful. For example, they could be spent at the Treasure Goblin Company or distributed to bolster the power of Hunters in Behemoth or Icarus guilds. However, for Do-Jun, they were neither indispensable nor irreplaceable. “Then... may I use them?” Wei Zhongqi asked. “Aren’t they yours to begin with?” “But you’re the one who provided the ingredients, Heavenly Demon...” Do-Jun shrugged and began filling the cart with groceries. Meanwhile, on the fourth floor of the Core, Behemoth Guild was on their fifteenth day of the Core Dive. This place, commonly referred to as the Celestial Realm, was literally a world inhabited by immortals. Upon reaching the fourth floor, one would become a disciple of one of the ten immortals, and Behemoth’s master was none other than the Eccentric Immortal, Cho Yang-Un. The trio, who had been continuously training in Taoist techniques at the Hanlim Dojo, was drenched in sweat, their training uniforms soaked through. Initially, Cho Yang-Un wasn’t particularly fond of Behemoth. However, upon learning that they were from Earth and acquainted with Do-Jun, his attitude changed dramatically, and he became enthusiastic about teaching them. “This old man’s got some crazy energy.” Jun-Yeol flopped onto the wooden floor, panting heavily. The others nodded in agreement, exhaling deeply. As with most immortals here, Cho Yang-Un looked like a white-haired elder, but his physical stamina was leagues beyond theirs, almost incomprehensible. What did he mean when he said Supervisor Lee was the master of the Heavenly Immortal? Kang-Hyun stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The Heavenly Immortal mentioned by Cho Yang-Un was the founder of the Taoist arts revered by the ten Great Immortals. To have taught such a figure meant Do-Jun had to be someone from hundreds or even thousands of years in the past. Yet, he wasn’t. Do-Jun was a young man from Korea, soon to turn twenty-seven. Kang-Hyun reflected on his days with Do-Jun, scenes flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern. “I am Supervisor Lee Do-Jun of the Fissure Management Division at Seoul City Hall.” From their very first meeting, Kang-Hyun instinctively felt that Do-Jun was unlike any other. He exuded an aura so distant and unfathomable that it was difficult to gauge his true power. At times, Kang-Hyun even questioned whether Do-Jun was truly human. But why did I find out about him recently? Where was he for the past ten years? Ten years ago, Fissures appeared, releasing monsters onto Earth. At the same time, people gained Status Windows, and a select few Awakened. Surely, Do-Jun must have Awakened then, or maybe a little later. In any case, with his level of power, he should have stood out much earlier. And yet, why only now, after ten years? Everything about Do-Jun was riddled with questions. And he’s the master of the Heavenly Immortal...? Could he really be human? Perhaps he was a dragon or some other superior being beyond humans. Otherwise, how could he navigate the perilous Core with such ease, clearing each layer and sharing strategies? Fine. All that is fine. But... What truly baffled Kang-Hyun was something else. The last time he visited Do-Jun’s house, he had seen two dragons. Each one had numbers on their foreheads, indicating their rank: 1 and 9. Kang-Hyun opened the Core forum. Thousands of posts were uploaded daily, but he scrolled to one he had bookmarked. It detailed the history of the Deep Realm, written by an anonymous user. The title of The Overlord was once given to the supreme ruler of dragons in the Deep Realm. This title belonged to none other than Izaas, the first-ranked dragon, a being who had ended the Great War between kings with overwhelming power and claimed the throne of the Deep Realm. Just... how? Kang-Hyun wondered, still confused, recalling how Do-Jun had casually called this Overlord his “pet.” According to the post, the Overlord was currently missing. The writers speculated that if the Overlord ever returned to the Deep Realm, everyone would bow before him. How powerful is Supervisor Lee, really? Kang-Hyun gulped. An hour had passed since Do-Jun and Wei Zhongqi started their grocery shopping. With over ten carts filled to the brim with meat, fish, vegetables, processed foods, and alcohol, the cashier was stunned as they scanned the items one by one. As the total exceeded a million won, Wei Zhongqi glanced at Do-Jun nervously. Kiriel had mentioned that he earned 50,000 won a day at the food stall where he worked. The bill was now over twenty times that amount. “Don’t worry about it,” Do-Jun said with a smile as if he read Wei Zhongqi’s mind, handing his card to the cashier. Money wasn't a concern for him. Even if he ran out, he had countless ways to get more. Do-Jun was just grateful that Wei Zhongqi had come to visit. At that moment, Yong-Yong peeked out, watching Do-Jun and Wei Zhongqi while sneaking an ice cream into the cart. Pretending nothing had happened, he tried to casually walk past the register. But true to his fears, he soon locked eyes with Do-Jun. “S-should I put it back?” Yong-Yong asked, lightly grabbing Do-Jun’s ankle. “If you’re going to get ice cream, get enough for everyone.” Smiling, Yong-Yong dashed to the ice cream section. Watching this, Wei Zhongqi muttered with a complicated expression, “To think that’s the fearsome Overlord... It’s unbelievable.” “Isn’t he just so cute?” Do-Jun chuckled, stepping forward toward the cashier. Wei Zhongqi watched Do-Jun’s back and wondered if anyone else in the world would call the Overlord “cute.” Another special event had arrived. Wei Zhongqi’s yard was bustling with residents who had either missed out on Korean food last time or couldn’t resist coming back for more. Gathering five hundred mastery stones wasn’t easy, but people still camped all day in the Plains of Despair just for a taste. As the food and drinks flowed, the guests grew spirited, and a heated debate broke out. “Obviously, Imfelheim will win.” “Are you joking? It’s Baal, no question! No one can withstand the Demon King’s power.” “Wanna bet? When they fight, the rankings will change. I’ll put five hundred stones on Imfelheim.” “Make it a thousand!” “Hah! If the Overlord were still here, neither of them would stand a chance.” Most nodded in agreement. However, with the Overlord absent, the key figures in the Deep Realm were Baal and Imfelheim. “Wei Zhongqi!” Murmu called out as he sprinted toward him. “What is it?” Wei Zhongqi asked while rolling kimbap. “There’s an interesting bet going on! Who’s stronger, Baal or Imfelheim? I’ve bet on Imfelheim. Want to join?” Hearing the lively debate at the tables, Wei Zhongqi thought of Do-Jun on Earth and replied disinterestedly, “Tell them to stop wasting their time on a stupid debate and just eat their food.”