Ch.190 Selena is addicted to K-drama lodramas…
“Maybe they didn’t make it just for money.”
In the modern world, money is vital—for survival.
But was that the only reason this ga was made?
I didn’t think so.
So I shared the theory I’d held for years:
“What if the ga’s creators were gods—or beings touched by divine revelation?”
Every action has a motive.
Ga developers want their gas to sell.
Creating Destiny required corporate-level capital and technology.
So why did its setting contain the end of another world?
What if the gods created it to save that world?
The evidence? My arrival here.
I’d played Destiny obsessively. I was a veteran.
What if I was brought here—not by accident—but to save this world?
The developers made the ga.
But what if the gods of this world subtly intervened?
If their goal was to show this world its future… and prevent its ruin…
Then my presence here made sense.
“If they did… why make sothing like this for another world?”
I nodded.
“They made this virtual world so many people would play it. Maybe… they hoped soone would find a way to save this dying world.”
“Hmm…”
She frowned, deep in thought, then spoke slowly:
“I still can’t believe… that my order did such evil. But I don’t think you’re lying either…”
I smiled at her confusion.
“Think about it more. I’ve been away a long ti—I have things to do.”
I picked up my smartphone.
The unfamiliar texture.
It was my old phone—but after years, it felt alien.
“Hahaha…”
I should treat myself to chicken.
I’d eaten many foods here—but Korean chicken haunted my mories.
“What are you doing?”
She looked puzzled.
“I’m ordering sothing delicious. Just wait.”
I ordered chicken via a delivery app.
“The pinnacle of modern civilization.”
I smirked.
She stared, full of question marks.
Monts later—
—Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it.”
I returned with the chicken.
“Is this the pinnacle of modern civilization?”
She stared, bewildered, at the box.
I grinned.
After all, this wasn’t my real world.
So I indulged—in a way I normally wouldn’t.
I’d ordered two whole chickens.
“Hahaha… wait a sec.”
I placed the chicken on the table, set out fries and napkins, and told her:
“Go wash your hands.”
“Huh? Wash hands? Where’s the water?”
I slapped my forehead.
“Co here.”
I led her to the bathroom and showed her how to wash hands.
“This is soap. Squeeze it like this…”
—Bloop… bloop…
I rubbed foam onto my hands.
“What’s this for?”
She watched, curious.
“It removes dirt and germs.”
She didn’t understand.
I rinsed under the tap.
“Now you try.”
I squeezed soap into her hands. She mimicked , creating foam.
“Mmm… slls nice.”
“Right? Now rinse.”
We washed our hands, dried them, and returned to the table.
“Alright. Let’s eat.”
I opened the box and handed her a piece.
She held the chicken carefully.
“Is this… fried chicken?”
“Don’t compare it to fried chicken.”
I’d tried making it here. Failed.
There was fried chicken here—but it tasted nothing like the real thing.
Just chicken, roughly fried.
No crispy batter. Just oily.
I’d experinted endlessly. Never succeeded.
The batter never tasted right.
“Really?”
She was skeptical.
She took a bite.
—Munch… munch…
I grabbed a piece too.
—Crunch!
Ah… this was the taste.
Crispy outside. Juicy inside. The fat from the chicken—rich, complex—was nothing like this world’s.
Selena tilted her head.
“Huh? Not bad… but a little salty?”
“Salty?”
I’d ordered Spicy Fried Chicken.
Spicy was better.
“Hmmm~ Delicious!”
As I ate, I wondered—was there beer in the fridge?
I stood up, opened it—
There it was.
Everything I wanted… right here!
This place might be paradise.
I grabbed a can and walked back.
“Selena. This chicken tastes best with beer.”
—Pssht!
I opened it and handed it to her.
We shared a quiet, happy dinner.
“Ah… I’m full…”
“ too.”
So chicken remained. So what?
It wasn’t even my money.
“Let’s watch a drama?”
I logged into a streaming site to find a drama I’d missed.
“Drama?”
“Yeah. Watch closely.”
I opened the site to choose a movie or show.
Wait… strange.
The dramas hadn’t updated.
Only movies I’d seen existed.
As if movies I’d never watched… didn’t exist.
A chilling, surreal feeling.
Suddenly, I understood.
Ah—I reconstructed this world from my mory.
Films or shows I’d never seen? They couldn’t exist here.
This was my mind’s creation.
I smiled bitterly.
I’d seen this movie before. But Selena hadn’t.
I picked a modern romantic film.
“Sit here.”
I turned off the lights.
“Wait… people… are on the screen?”
She’d never seen video before.
“This is a movie. It shows real life. Watch. It’s fun.”
I’d seen it before. But to her, it was new.
As the film began, she asked questions like a curious child:
—What’s that?
—That’s a car. A simple moving carriage.
—That’s an elevator. A machine that takes you to tall floors in one go.
—That’s a smartphone.
—That’s a plane.
I showed her modern wonders. She was amazed.
Of course—this world was far behind ours.
Soon, she was absorbed in the romance between the leads.
“Wow… so beautiful.”
She gazed at the two lovers overlooking Griffith Observatory.
Her fanaticism vanished. Pure wonder.
Well—won usually love this kind of movie.
Los Angeles’ night view was lovely.
Could I… get her to stay?
I glanced at her—her eyes fixed on the screen, sparkling.
Could I charm her?
Her beauty—she could’ve been an idol or actress.
For a man, having soone like her admire you was a blessing.
But she was a fanatic of a group that killed without hesitation.
That changed everything.
Even if she was beautiful… she had to live.
The leads kissed. The movie ended.
It felt… less exciting than before.
Maybe I’d seen it too many tis.
“I… I’m crying…”
Selena, moved by the credits.
Was it really that touching?
Back in school, we’d watched this as a group.
I’d loved it then. Now… the feeling was gone.
“Any more fun ones?”
I handed her a tissue.
“Wipe your tears. Any more fun ones?”
I scrolled.
Then—I saw it.
A notorious K-drama lodrama.
I’d watched it briefly. Infamous for its absurd twists.
Would this be too much for her?
I decided:
“Watch this. It’s fun.”
I started the drama.
I stood up.
“Hey, Hans, where are you going?”
“I’m sleepy. I’ll nap. The next episode auto-plays. Just keep watching.”
I lay on the bed and fell asleep.
***
The next morning.
—Can you really marry Seo-hoon?
A sharp voice woke .
Ugh… what ti is it?
I turned my head.
Selena—dark circles under her eyes—stared at the screen.
—I love Seo-hoon!
The heroine cried.
A middle-aged woman hurled water in her face.
—Even if dirt gets in my eyes, I won’t let you! What kind of relationship do you think you have?!
Half-siblings? Whatever.
Was Selena up all night?
Her mouth slightly open, eyes glazed, staring at the screen.
She… is addicted to this.
I gently placed my hand on her shoulder.
“Huh?!”
“What’s wrong?”
She pointed frantically at the screen.
“Look! That girl… she’s his half-sister!”
—You two are half-siblings! You can’t marry!
The woman scread.
The heroine and Selena both gasped.
Selena turned to , horrified.
“How?! They look so perfect together—and they’re siblings?!”
I shrugged.
“It’s a drama. It’s exaggerated.”
“But how?! They can’t live without each other—and they’re siblings?!”
I asked:
“By the way… did you stay up all night?”
“Right now, her choice matters more than whether I slept!”
She turned back to the screen.
I thought to myself:
‘Selena is addicted to K-drama lodramas…’
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