You arrive in Yeonara in your own body. Disoriented and still wearing clothes from your world, you hear someone struggling in the river. You jump in before you understand where you are. You manage to reach Hae-rin, but the current is fierce. By the time you drag her toward the shallows, she has stopped responding. You keep trying to save her. Elder Wolha, Dalbit Hollow’s wisewoman, witnesses your arrival and calls the villagers for help. They bring you back alive—and carry Hae-rin’s body home. The three men feel their bonds go cold before they see her. Her death leaves them with tangled grief: sorrow for the person they lost, guilt over their relief, and mourning for the loving home they had kept hoping to build. During your recovery, Wolha notices something strange. The Heartroot’s leaves turn toward the healing house where you sleep, even when the wind blows the other way. Once you are strong enough, she asks you to touch its trunk. The moment your palm meets the bark, silver light travels beneath your skin. Across the gathering, Rae-oong drops the basket of veggies he is holding. Sohn-uhn presses a trembling hand over his wrist. Chang-gae pulls back his sleeve. Their faded marks awaken in a new pattern—one that matches yours. Another human has been chosen for them.

The herald was announcing Princess Leah when I first saw you. You stood beside an open balcony door, turning a wineglass between your fingers. As the guests moved toward the princess, you quietly slipped outside. I watched the curtain settle behind you. “Your Majesty,” my attendant murmured. I turned back to the royal family. There were greetings to exchange, promises to acknowledge. I completed them with more efficiency than my hosts seemed to appreciate. Then I went looking for the balcony.

The wind carried your scent through the forest. On three separate hunting paths, three men stopped at exactly the same moment. Beom-yeon lifted his head, his spotted tail going still. Farther uphill, Gwi-hyeon’s tufted ears turned toward the stream. Beneath the cedar trees, Ho-gyeom drew a slow breath, then abandoned the tracks he had been following. A woman. Alone. And unfamiliar to all three. Females were scarce in these lands. A woman taking several mates was ordinary, but those males always belonged to the same beast tribe. Leopards shared a household with leopards; lynxes with lynxes; tigers with tigers. Men from different tribes had never shared one mate. None of them was thinking about that when they began to run. You were crouched beside the stream, washing dirt from a scrape on your palm, when three sounds made you look up: leaves shifting overhead, brush parting to your left, and heavy footsteps stopping behind you. Beom-yeon dropped from a low branch as Gwi-hyeon emerged between the birches. Ho-gyeom reached the clearing in the same breath. All three stared at you. Then at one another. The tiger’s ears angled back. “Why are you here?” Beom-yeon glanced at his striped tail. “I suspect you already know.” Gwi-hyeon ignored them both. His gaze settled on your bleeding palm, then on the way you pressed yourself against the stone behind you. “Step back,” he said. Ho-gyeom’s eyes narrowed. “She’s frightened,” the lynx added. “Of all three of us.” That silenced them. You stared at their ears. Their tails. The fur draped across shoulders far too broad to belong to anything you had encountered in the woods before.

“There’s a face you haven’t disappointed yet.” Jae-hwan glanced at his cousin over the rim of his wine cup. Seo In-gyeom tipped his chin toward the lotus pond, where you stood beneath a flowering tree. You were listening to an older woman, your expression attentive until something she said drew a laugh from you. Jae-hwan’s gaze lingered. “Who is she?” “Lady ____. Newly arrived in the capital.” In-gyeom paused. “Prince Gyeong-hwan’s cousin.” The name soured the wine on Jae-hwan’s tongue. He remembered wedding silk, a farewell delivered without meeting his eyes, and the woman he had once intended to marry standing beside the king’s cousin. Across the garden, you thanked the older woman and turned toward the water, unaware of his scrutiny. “His cousin,” Jae-hwan repeated. “She had nothing to do with it.” “Did I suggest otherwise?” In-gyeom knew that pleasant tone too well. Jae-hwan set down his cup. You were beautiful, unfamiliar, and apparently unimpressed by the gathering’s more important guests. Winning your attention would make the evening interesting. Winning your affection, he told himself, need mean nothing more. A new prize to claim and eventually let go. “Don’t make trouble,” his cousin warned. “I was only going to introduce myself.” “That is usually where the trouble begins.”

His parents arrange a dinner with a suitable omega at one of their hotels. Tae-jun attends out of duty, already preparing a courteous rejection. Then you enter the lobby.

The Queen throws a surprise celebration for her cousin’s appointment as Admiral, secretly intending to introduce her to Min-ssang, her predecessor’s only son. In their matriarchal kingdom, she considers him a fitting husband for the newly celebrated heroine. With his mother and three older sisters watching, Min-ssang approaches in an embroidered plum hanbok.

For over a year, the seven men of your harem had received nothing from their Queen—not a letter, a summons, or a single inquiry about her sons. Now you were returning to Yeonhwa victorious. The original Queen had ruled her household as she ruled her enemies: according to her whims. Affection could become contempt overnight. A harmless question could earn days of punishment, while silence might offend her just as easily. Her partners had learned to study her expression before speaking. But the woman riding through the palace gates was no longer that Queen.

After helping Ichigo investigate unusual Hollow activity in Karakura Town, you return home exhausted. That night, your soul is pulled from your sleeping body with more force than ever before. You pass through layers of darkness before plunging into freezing water. You surface inside the koi pond of the Kuchiki estate. Byakuya stands on the bank, watching you with one hand resting on Senbonzakura. His expression is cold and controlled, but your presence has disturbed every spiritual barrier surrounding his home. “Identify yourself.”

A special-grade curse manifested inside a crowded high-rise during sunset, sealing dozens of civilians inside. Before Jujutsu High could establish a barrier, you entered alone. Gojo arrived just in time to see the windows erupt with cursed energy. He stood on the neighboring rooftop, blindfold fluttering in the wind, expecting to find a dead civilian or a reckless amateur. Instead, he watched you hold the collapsing building together with one hand while tearing the curse apart with the other. Your control was extraordinary—powerful, precise, and completely unregistered. When the curse disappeared, you immediately began slipping away. “Leaving already?” You stopped near the rooftop door. A tall man with snow-white hair stood between you and the exit, wearing an amused smile.

You fell into the world of Painter of the Night and awoke alone in the woods outside Hanyang. Beside you was a half-buried chest filled with silver coins, jewelry, and precious stones. Unsure who owned it—or who might kill you for possessing it—you hid the treasure beneath the earth again and marked the location before wandering toward town. In Hanyang, you immediately spotted two familiar faces. Na-kyum stood beside an unfamiliar young man, happily discussing paintings and examining a bundle of brushes. Across the crowded street, Yoon Seungho walked toward a fabric merchant to select silk for his sister’s upcoming wedding.

Your Awakening You awaken inside her body only moments after her death. Bitter medicine burns your throat. An empty porcelain bowl rests beside the bed, and Iryeom stands near the doorway, waiting for your breathing to stop. Before he can react, a royal messenger pounds upon the manor gates. The Queen commands her trusted Left State Councillor to relocate to the capital within seven days. Your three husbands gather outside your chamber, expecting Iryeom to dismiss them as usual. Instead, you throw the medicine bowl across the floor and order the room sealed. For the first time in years, they believe you look directly at them.

In the matriarchal Kingdom of Haeryeong, women inherit estates, command armies, and lead households. Noblewomen may take multiple husbands, with each husband receiving an official household rank. You awaken as General (Y/N), the retired Dowonsu—the former Supreme Commander of the Queen’s Army.

The three Alphas arrived at your company for what was supposed to be a simple business meeting. Their companies were preparing to collaborate with yours on a major new project, and you—the company’s mysterious president—would have the final say. They had barely entered the meeting room when the air changed. A sweet yet powerful fragrance drifted through the open doorway. It wasn’t delicate like an ordinary Omega’s scent. It was rich, commanding, and impossible for an Alpha to ignore. A Dominant Omega.

Agency called it retieval mission I called it babysitting. Again. The report lay open on the passenger seat beside me. Target 1: Agent 707 (Luciel Choi) – Rogue. Target 2: Civilian female – High priority.

It was raining. The kind of rain that blurred the city lights into streaks of white and gold. Saeran pulled the hood of his black coat lower as he watched people hurry past, each one too consumed with their own lives to notice him. Good. People complicated things. People lied. People left. Only one person had ever mattered... And he was gone.

"I don't need a manager." Those were the first words out of my mouth when V called. "I'm not asking," V replied calmly over the phone. "I'm informing you." I sighed dramatically, pacing across my apartment. "I've handled my schedule just fine." "You've forgotten three interviews this month." "...Those were artistic choices." "They were not." Silence. "They start tomorrow."

The assignment landed on your desk at exactly 0600. CLASSIFIED Agent Designation: 707 (Saeyoung Choi) Status: Active. Current Handler: Vanderwood – Reassigned. Replacement: You. You stared at the file for several moments. Everyone in the Agency knew Agent 707. The legendary hacker. The genius who could dismantle a nation's security system before finishing a can of Dr. Pepper.The operative who followed orders... Only when he felt like it. At the bottom of the file was a single handwritten note from the Director. Good luck. You'll need it.

"They arrived fifteen minutes early," She said. "They've already completed the vehicle inspection." "I see." My previous driver had served me faithfully for years. Replacing someone so dependable was not a decision I welcomed. As we reached the vehicle, I finally saw my new driver. A perfectly pressed black suit. White gloves. Composed posture. No sign of nervousness despite standing before the Vice Chairman of C&R International. Interesting.

The apartment should have been empty. That was the plan. The security feed flickered quietly across the monitor as I watched the front door open. My heart tightened. Someone was actually there. Someone stepped inside, looking around with understandable caution. You called out softly, expecting an answer that never came. The apartment was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the distant hum of the city beyond the windows. You were not supposed to be here.

Joon-hyuk adjusted the cuff of his charcoal suit as he stood near the VIP arrivals exit at Incheon International Airport. Around him, the terminal buzzed with the sounds of rolling suitcases, flight announcements, and emotional reunions. Travelers poured through the sliding doors in a steady stream, each searching the crowd for a familiar face.His eldest brother had only given him one instruction. "Pick up our new Vice President." No photograph. No detailed description. Just a name and a flight number. Typical. Joon-hyuk checked his watch before glancing toward the arrival board. Arrived. He slipped one hand into his pocket and scanned the crowd with the practiced eye of a lawyer, quietly observing each passenger as they emerged. Business executives hurried toward waiting chauffeurs, families embraced with tears, and tourists struggled with oversized luggage. None of them seemed likely to be the person Seung-hyun had spent nearly a year recruiting. His phone vibrated. Seung-hyun: They've cleared customs. Joon-hyuk replied with a single word. Joon-hyuk: Waiting.