Chapter 2: End Of The First Day

“Then what else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to use your power to receive the emotions of those who have rank and ego and thus have consciousness.”

“What do you mean, receive emotions?”

“Higher animals have rank and ego. They feel joy and pain, have emotions, control themselves, and feel that they are alive. On Earth, humans are representative examples of this.”

My head started to spin as I listened to Par.

“Can’t you speak a little more easily? So, receive the support of humans?”

“Ugh, you idiot…”

Par muttered softly.

“I can hear you, brat. You’re a philosopher, what are you talking about, ego?”

Par let out a deep sigh and continued.

“That’s right. When the public’s emotional direction turns toward you, the contractor, those emotions become sexual power and are replaced with my life again.”

“Do you need to just focus on emotions, not public support like joy?”

“That’s correct. You will accept all kinds of emotions, including joy, sadness, anger, disgust, and fear, as your strength.”

“I will become a popular celebrity, or on the contrary, commit murder?”

Par gives a dry laugh at my blunt words.

“That is also true. The direction of the emotions you will accept is up to you, the contractor, to decide, and the cost of the flow of emotions will be borne solely by you.”

It seems to mean that it is up to me to either become a popular celebrity and receive support from fans, or become a criminal and be pointed at by the public.

“If it is the Holy Spirit, shouldn’t only accept holy and righteous power?”

“No. All I need is the power that comes from the flow of emotions, and whether or not it is right is also your choice, not mine to force.”

“What if… I want to live quietly without any influence?”

“You can decide that as you wish. I only asked for the contract with the Hangaeul I saw and felt, and I did not expect any sacrifice from you.”

No matter what I ask, you give me a positive answer.

“So, what should I do?”

“There is power stored in the status window for small help, but the contractor decides the major direction. What I will tell you is to shout ‘status window’ loudly to start the function.”

“Please don’t do that.”

My eyes darkened.

As I was contemplating whether I should do this or not, Par’s voice was heard once again.

“The power I have given you will have a great influence on Earth, which has accepted only the selfishness of civilization.”

“…So?”

Suddenly, light emanated from the mirror, and Par’s joyous voice flowed in.

“Please live happily.”

With that bright and playful voice as the last, Par, who had been in the mirror, disappeared as if he had never been there.

After staring blankly at the mirror for a long time, there was no change, so I returned to my room and sat down on the mattress.

“What do you mean by living happily, really?”

I was not a great person, but rather, I was a commoner who worked at a small business, retired, and worked as a day laborer at night, working as a designated driver.

I couldn’t understand why he approached me like that.

As I sat there blankly, thinking, Par’s last words came to mind.

“Sa, sa.”

My head lowered by itself.

“Sa Haa.”

My throat felt so clogged that I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“Sabakkwi! Please.”

Looking around, I realized that it was my own space.

There was no one to point a finger at me in this cramped one-room apartment.

“Hoo. Status window!!”

Ring!

A sound like the system sound of a game rang out, and a translucent window appeared before my eyes.

[Name: Hangaeul] [Age: 21] [Position: Saintess] [Affiliation: Cheondo ()] [Contract Spirit: Aparsec] [Shop]: Inactive

The status window didn’t seem to have changed much.

In the midst of all that, my eyes were drawn to the letters “Contract Spirit.”

Par’s name, who had left with a big smile, was engraved on it.

“What the hell. What do you want me to do?”

When I looked at my left arm, the bracelet I had on was gone, and only a frail-looking wrist remained.

Looking at my wrist that looked like it had no chains, I felt like I needed to throw away my hard work.

I used to have the strength of an adult male, but now that shitty hair has taken all my strength away from me, and my condition is worse than before.

Then, what can I do right now?

If I wanted to gain popularity, I had to have looks or at least singing skills.

I was just a construction site, so I had no ability to show off my entertainment skills.

I played games all day long, so I wasn’t even interested in that direction.

The only way I could make money right now was by driving for hire whenever I had time.

“If a sly pink-haired old man suddenly asks if I called you for hire, you’ll get cursed at.”

Driving for hire is mentally tough because all the customers are drunk.

However, if you only look at the money, it’s not even comparable to working as a day laborer.

“But what happened to my personal information when your gender changed?”

When I took out my ID card in my wallet, fortunately, it had changed.

A woman with dull pink hair, who looked like a hairdresser had fallen asleep while dyeing it, was on the ID card.

The only good thing was that the neutral-sounding name Hangaeul was now helpful.

Every time I went somewhere and introduced myself as Hangaeul, memories of how difficult it was to introduce myself passed by.

“Hmm.”

I took out my phone, launched the designated driver app, and went into the driver information, and it had changed here as well.

After confirming the change and closing the app, I could see the time.

8:32 PM.

Eight o’clock in the evening is peak time for designated drivers.

I had to go out now, but I couldn’t muster up the courage.

“Ugh!”

I shouted once in the studio where I was alone, and my timid body felt a little livelier.

It was something I always did, but I was suddenly afraid because of my changed appearance.

“Let’s go out, Autumn! It’s something I always do, so why are you scared?”

It was mid-February, and the cold hadn’t completely gone away.

If you don’t want to freeze to death, you have to bundle up and go out.

When I opened the closet door, I realized something was wrong.

When I pulled myself together and tried to go out, all I could find were clothes that were too big for me to wear now because I usually wear clothes that are too big for me.

Even if I wear them roughly, they would fall down if I moved a little.

I thought I should buy clothes to wear instead of making money right away.

Then, I thought about how I could make money…

I looked around and saw something rolling around on the floor.

“…Second-hand trading.”

I thought about second-hand trading and looked around again and saw quite a few things that I could sell.

I thought that I should open that store first before I could make any progress.

When I got up, my body wouldn’t even follow the slight movement because of my suddenly changed body shape.

I straightened my staggering body and walked to the desk, and the first thing I saw was the 150,000 won watch that the drama’s lead actor was wearing.

It felt like a light was lit in my eyes.

I once bought a cheap scooter because I thought delivery jobs were good for money.

And a helmet that was more expensive than the used scooter I bought with it because I didn’t want to die.

“Next!”

I took a picture and uploaded it to a second-hand trading site.

The already empty studio apartment feels increasingly empty.

A 10-kilogram package of rice that I bought to eat, still unopened.

There are electronic appliances that people who live alone call the “three new gods.”

Even the air fryer that suddenly became a trend and joined the three new gods.

I sold my future.

I live only for today.

All I have to eat is ramen.

I uploaded everything except the underwear I was wearing to the second-hand trading site.

“Whew.”

After roughly gathering the items I uploaded to the site in one place, I was belatedly overcome by fatigue.

“Hot water, hot water.”

I pressed the hot water button on the boiler and led my body, covered in dust, to the bathroom after running around.

I walked slowly and threw off my clothes like a snake shedding its skin.

As I arrived at the bathroom, marking my territory like Hansel and Gretel, I was greeted by a one-room bathroom that was colder than the air conditioning in a sauna.

I left the hot water on until the bathroom warmed up and blankly looked at the mirror, and the mirror stared at me.

“Wow… Is this a man or a woman?”

I exclaimed involuntarily.

Her barely visible chest, which she claims to be an A-cup.

Her dark and rough skin, as if she had done a lot of hard physical labor.

Her dull sky-blue eyes, which make me want to go out to greet her with an umbrella just by looking at them, because of the dark clouds.

Her lips, which are chapped and messy, as if they had been hit by an earthquake.

Her hands, which anyone can tell are hands that have worked hard, would be comforted by the ladies.

Her hair, which is frizzy, and even the dyeing of the blue color failed.

From her navel to her toes, even a soldier would shake his head.

“Is this… a saint?”

It’s a total mess.

I blankly look at my body and then wet myself with the warm water from the shower.

As the warm water with steam rising from it touched my cold body, it felt like my body was melting.

“Ouch, squeak.”

I felt brave because no one was watching.

Squeak, squeak.

Maybe it was because my hair was so long, but usually pumping once was enough, but no matter how many times I squeezed, it felt like it wasn’t enough.

The standard for pumping by the holy woman was whether or not a lot of bubbles came out.

After lathering my hair and rinsing it, the shampoo didn’t come out as much as I thought.

When I was a man, 10 minutes was enough, but now I understand why women spend an hour in the shower.

After squeezing my hair several times, it seemed like it was finishing up.

After finishing up, I came out of the bathroom and roughly wrapped my hair with a towel, remembering something I had seen somewhere.

“Is this okay?”

It was time to finish up the day.

I left my hair dripping wet and took out the large oversized hoodie and training pants I used to wear as a man from the closet and put them on.

Thud.

As soon as I pulled up my pants and let go of my hands, they fell straight down.

“Fuck.”

It wasn’t something that could be solved with an elastic band.

I took out a clip from the clothes drying rack and gathered up the excess.

It was still loose.

Still, I thought it wouldn’t fall down if I walked slowly, so I grabbed the cigarettes and lighter that I had thrown on the desk and headed outside.

As I came out to the front door, my breath came out on its own.

“Ha, it’s really cold.”

I took out a cigarette, bit into it, and lit it with my lighter.

Tick, tick.

“Whew.”

As I stared blankly at the dark night sky as the sun had completely set, I smoked a cigarette, and it quickly burned out.

I put out the cigarette, which was burned down to the filter, and went up to my room to brush my teeth and lie down.

It had been an eventful day.

I hope I sell a lot of stuff tomorrow.