Advanced Object Mimicry
Chapter 3: Mimic Creation of Advanced Objects 10 Times
📍 Assigned by:High Creation God Asrie to Kim Jihun
🎁 Reward:Creation Force +5000
“Advanced objects?”
Kim Jihun muttered in confusion as he stared at the text displayed by the Creator God Manual.
Objects were objects—what the hell were “advanced” ones supposed to mean?
“What counts as an advanced object? Like gold or jewels or something?”
Jihun’s default association with “advanced” was “expensive.” In the real world, high-end goods were pricey luxury items, flashy and extravagant. In games, top-tier gear commanded sky-high prices. So the first thing that popped into his head for “advanced object” was something valuable and easily liquidated—like gold or gems.
But whether to disprove his guess or not, the Creator God Manual spat out its signature golden text.
Advanced objects refer to items that can be created with a high level of technology.
“A high level of technology, huh. Like what, specifically?”
Jihun knew by now that the Creator God Manual answered his questions with surprising diligence. It was like a game’s help menu—pretty much any query got a response.
True to form, without betraying his expectations, another line of text appeared.
Examples of advanced objects include electronic circuits, semiconductor chips, intricate mechanical devices, and the like.
“Oh ho.”
Jihun got the gist from the manual’s explanation. It meant complex items requiring advanced technical know-how.
He started scanning his surroundings for advanced objects.
“Computer and smartphone qualify, right? And there’s a TV in the living room.”
He eyed his smartphone. The one he was using was pushing four years old—practically an antique these days.
Gazing at it, he muttered, “So I just mimic and create this, yeah?”
Gathering his mental energy, Jihun began analyzing the smartphone.
...
“Today’s the last one!”
Seo Yerim said brightly to Jihun.
He smiled back. “Yeah. Glad there were no issues the whole time.”
Today marked the end of Jihun’s part-time gig at the bookstore. Yerim’s father was finally being discharged from the hospital.
“Here’s your pay. Good work, Jihun!”
Yerim beamed as she handed him a white envelope.
Jihun took it happily and peeked inside. Crisp Shin Saimdang bills asserted their presence—several of them.
“Thank you!”
“No need to thank me. I added a little extra since you worked so hard. Check it later!”
Yerim was genuinely grateful. Jihun had shown up diligently every day, holding down the fort and working his ass off. On top of that, his looks now rivaled any celebrity’s—practically glowing.
Thanks to Jihun, female customers really picked up.
Word about him had apparently spread. Female visitors had surged, boosting sales noticeably. All thanks to Kim Jihun.
Sales are definitely up.
The account books confirmed it—revenue had jumped way beyond the usual.
So Yerim showed her appreciation in her own way: a generous bonus on top of his wages.
“Oh, Jihun. Dad wants to see you after he gets discharged today. How about it? He’s offering dinner at home.”
“Uncle wants to?”
Jihun was pretty close with her parents too. After years of popping in and out, he’d gotten chummy not just with Yerim but the whole family.
Still, he hadn’t expected an invite home. He looked puzzled.
Reading his expression, Yerim cleared it up. “It’s nothing big. Just a thank-you meal for all your hard work. Oh, and he’s grilling hanwoo beef.”
“Of course I’m in!”
Jihun blurted it out reflexively at the mention of beef, then flushed, embarrassed. It was obvious he’d reacted to the magic word.
“Hehe, that hungry for beef? Well, it’s a discharge celebration, so come hang out—no pressure. You’re tight with my parents anyway, right?”
“Ahem, yeah. I’ll come.”
“Cool. Let’s head over after your shift.”
Yerim wrapped it up with a smile.
...
Late afternoon after the bookstore closed. Kim Jihun rode shotgun in Seo Yerim’s car as she drove them to her place.
“It’s been a while since you saw my dad, huh? He hasn’t been around the store much with his health issues.”
“Yeah. Must be a few months now.”
Jihun and Yerim chatted idly in the car.
He stole a sidelong glance at her. Already driving at her age.
As far as he knew, Yerim was still in college. Just two years older than him, and here she was behind the wheel. It made him wonder when she’d gotten her license.
“When’d you get your license, noona?”
Jihun didn’t have one yet. His friends were all gearing up for theirs the second they turned twenty, but he’d been too buried in retake prep to even consider it.
Watching someone his age drive sparked his curiosity.
“Not long ago. Oh, isn’t the interior cute? I decorated it all myself.”
Yerim said proudly.
Jihun was floored. This is... a lot.
The car was plastered with cutesy characters everywhere. Kid stuff mixed with American cartoon icons—plushies, danglies, and stickers assaulting the ceiling, steering wheel, side mirrors, you name it. They hawked their merch from every angle.
As Jihun stared in overwhelmed silence, Yerim piped up.
“I bought this car with money I saved from part-time jobs.”
Part-time pay for her own ride? Jihun was stunned.
“With part-time money? Cars aren’t cheap, though. Must’ve cost a fortune...”
“I told you—I go to Seoul National University.”
She dropped it casually.
Jihun didn’t catch why she was bringing up her school out of nowhere.
“You know how tutoring gigs pay well if you’re at SNU.”
Then it clicked.
“Ahh, got it. SNU student—yeah, you could rake it in tutoring.”
A few solid tutoring slots as a college kid could net decent cash.
Yerim continued. “I took a year off and tutored full-time. Saved up enough for tuition and this car after a year. Sure, it’s a compact, but buying it with my own money makes me love it even more.”
She grinned, pleased as punch.
Jihun saw her in a new light. Smart, kind, pretty, and saves like a boss?
He looked at her again. Refined features: slim jawline, long lashes framing brown eyes, glossy black hair, sharp features. She could’ve stepped out of a magazine spread.
This is cheating.
Gorgeous, brilliant, thrifty, great personality—the full package. Jihun felt his fondness bubbling up. He gazed at her driving with genuine admiration.
Then Yerim said out of the blue, “So don’t give up.”
“Huh?”
Don’t give up on what?
Ignoring his confusion, she pressed on. “Jihun, I know your family’s not well-off.”
She was giving him advice.
“If you keep pushing like now and get into SNU, you can make money however. Tutoring, lecturing—plenty of options.”
She worried he might drop studying over money troubles. Hence the pep talk.
“Once you’re in college, it won’t be that hard financially. Especially SNU—not some other school.”
Jihun listened quietly. He knew where she was coming from.
He took her words to heart.
“Don’t give up. I think you’ve got real study talent. Keep at it, and we could end up alumni. So...”
She trailed off there. That was enough to convey her concern. No need to belabor it into nagging.
She just wanted to show him college didn’t mean inevitable poverty.
Jihun replied as if reading her mind. “Thanks. For worrying about me.”
Truth be told, he’d considered skipping college altogether. With his mysterious Creation Talent and sharper mind, maybe he didn’t need it. But poverty was real. No fancy cram schools—just scrimping for used textbooks and self-study. College would cost even more, so he’d toyed with delaying or skipping it until his finances improved.
Tutoring as a college student, huh.
Her advice hit home.
Get in first, then make bank.
SNU was Korea’s top university. Tons of parents would pay big for an SNU student to tutor their kids.
One big worry lifted. Relief washed over him.
“You just solved a huge dilemma for me.”
“Right?”
Yerim grinned at his eased expression.