Dan Yuseong's POV
How did they even set these prices? 10,000 points—roughly 10,000 days, or 27 years. Or 10,000 taels of gold, a fortune only the head of a major trading company could dream of. No way to gather it through normal means.
Spirits of Heaven and Earth, not a single discount coupon in ten years of business?
Cursing the heavens had become a daily ritual. I figured my sudden possession in this body, dropped into this world with a shop window as a supposed "favor," was their doing. So, I felt justified.
Dragging me here and demanding 27 years or 10,000 taels to leave? I couldn't not curse them. The outrageous pricing was bad enough, but being toyed with by their whims—reading the skies and getting caught in their twisted games—only fueled my resentment.
Lately, though, the heavens hadn't sent divine punishment. Back then, a little cursing brought rumbling clouds as threats, but now? Nothing. Had they grown used to me?
Grind.
