Meeting Cheonryang Geojon Cheonma Geomje...?
Like in other games, Lost of Fantasy had those characters that looked straight out of a drawing. If I had to compare it to League of Legends, it'd be like 3-Death Murim Slayer Helsing or something.
Anyway, among them, the most famous was the "Warrior Ajusshi."
And among the Warrior Ajussees, the GOAT was the shield warrior ajusshi, aka "Shield Ajusshi."
They had nicknames that screamed "I'm an ajusshi" to anyone who saw them, and their playstyle was classic ajusshi—wiping parties and raids left and right.
But they had money. Lots of it.
Some raid leaders deliberately invited them along because they knew it!
"...Total warrior ajusshi vibe."
The "Jadekin Warrior" who appeared before me, lost in these memories, was an ajusshi straight out of a cartoon.
The only slight downside was that he was a weapon warrior, not a shield one—but they dumped insane money into gear just the same.
Weapon warriors had this spinning skill that reminded ajussees of Devil May Cry's Whirlwind, so tons of them mained it.
"Jadekin - Warrior" 【LV.52】
Staring at that nickname screaming "I'm an ajusshi!" somehow put my mind at ease.
Come to think of it, back in my old world, I'd sell gold to ajussees like this too.
They bought in bulk, weren't super price-sensitive, and preferred buying from known sellers—as long as you weren't outright scamming.
Morishima?
Ah! Classic warrior ajusshi move.
They assume you know everyone they know.
General chat wouldn't cut it, so I sent him a party invite.
Luckily, he accepted.
That "Morishima" he mentioned must be the Discord channel admin.
Anyway, not important.
I slapped a trade request on the warrior ajusshi and piled 7,000 gold on the table.
The amount was big, so ajusshi took a beat to reply.
Well, duh. That's 7 million won. Seven. Million.
Not 70k—this was 7 million.
"Kya..."
True warrior ajusshi.
Pondered for a minute, then straight to "pay up!"
And look how cool—paying cash first, before I even handed over the gold?
This is why they're the best.
"Uh..."
Hold up...
Is this... that?
I got hyped and gave my account for 7 mil, but "Jeong Hana" is right there in big letters?
...He won't change attitude knowing I'm a girl, right?
Damn, why didn't I think of this?
My heart thumped even after hitting send.
Ajusshi and young woman.
Everyone knows how that combo ends.
When I was a guy, these ajussees were just fun folks—or at worst, ignorable idiots.
But as a girl? Trouble. I'd seen a truckload of those legends.
—Ding!
"Oh...?"
What, just coolly paid up?
No sleazy '88-born trash flirting?
No "wanna grab coffee at the PC bang?" from some eternal 50-year-old?
"...Nope. Just wired 7 mil and done."
I checked the depositor name, half-expecting something shady, but it was just a solid, normal name. Nothing special.
For real?
Is this ajusshi one of the top 0.1%—hardcore gamer, big spender, and that's it?
Miracle.
Most ajussees go full creep mode once they know it's a girl...
Warrior ajusshi snagged the 7k gold right away.
Seemed thrilled—hopped in place a few times.
Still had that corny vibe, but it had its charm.
And even knowing vaguely I was a girl, no extra creepiness—just bye and out of party.
Talking potions, he must grind dungeons hard...
"...Potions?"
I peeked where he headed after leaving party, half-doubting.
Straight to the auction house, plodding along.
"No... no way?"
My mouth said no, but I knew.
Warrior ajusshi trait!!
Blows all money on dumb shit!!!
"Bro, how'd the deal go?"
"Yeeup, smooth as heck. Ya hooked me up good with that contact."
Cheonryang Geojon Cheonma Geomje.
He answered his "reliable dongsaeng's" Discord question with genuine cheer.
"So what now? Ya took the day off, right? Still in-game?"
"The gal ya intro'd had me buyin' stuff, just wrapped that up, wha?"
"Pardon?"
The reliable dongsaeng—Chicken Run Mania channel admin.
Morishima was flustered.
"B-Bro... you didn't buy some sketchy crap like that Diabolica scam last time, did ya?"
"Nah nah. That girl's a total sweetheart. Saved this bro from gettin' suckered big time, ya know."
Cheonryang Geojon Cheonma Geomje's voice was pure joy—Morishima could tell right away.
"Girl?"
"Yup, name was... somethin'. Anyway, a young lady."
"Bro, just to be safe..."
"Psh! Ya think I'm an idiot? I ain't fallin' for that!"
Cheonryang's playful scolding cracked Morishima up.
Truth was, he wasn't really worried.
This guy was miles from those "Eternal50CowMooLegend.jpg" internet memes.
"So what'd she do for ya?"
Still, Morishima eyed Jeong Hana warily.
To him, she was a mystery—making bank on rare nogada no one else touched.
Not illegal, sure.
But someone raking in auction house millions... what might they pull on his bro? Natural worry.
Honey needs buyers to be honey, and ajussees like Cheonryang were prime.
"Psh, when I buy gold, first thing's potions, right? She called that total sucker bait—told me buy only what I need now, saved me a bundle."
"Bro, you weren't planning to blow it on 200-300 potions, were ya?"
"Kid... one sip boosts DPS so Whirlwind pops all these mobs' heads in one go. How ya hold back?"
Morishima tsked.
But he knew this ajusshi dropped 300k cash on a "granny sword" in Diabolica 4 that wasn't max options, then drowned sorrows in cheap soju. No point arguing.
"Gold left over then."
"Spent a bit."
"On what?"
"Girl said I wanna spend, so she recced auction stuff to buy and equip now for big power spike."
Morishima scratched his head.
'Feels like bro got played again.'
Worried, he eyed Cheonryang's gear as he DPS'd the field.
"Oh...? Bro, this the stuff she told ya to get?"
"Yup. Killer, right? Cheap as heck, but equipped like she said—DPS shot up. I'm stupid strong now."
Only then did Morishima notice: Cheonryang was clearing a totally different field than hours ago.
'Damn, he's way stronger. How? Same starter greens and blues...'
If it'd been pricey purples, he'd chalk it to cash splash.
But Jeong Hana knew level 50 gear was trash anyway.
She said save the real money for later "huge" upgrades, and showed the best cost-per-power auction picks.
"Wait, bro... that accessory? Purple?"
"Oh, this? Just noticed? She said it's a slight loss, but hey, gotta look cool if I'm broke-lookin'. Grabbed a purple one."
Hana had warned he'd regret it, but couldn't stop ajusshi instincts.
"Whoa... fat crit on it."
"Kuhahaha! See that?! Now Whirlwind goes boom boom! Boom! Just saw it, right? Boom!"
His bro's happy cackle killed Morishima's nagging.
No need anyway.
'Not played—not at all. That paladin's solid. Most'd fleece him.'
Jeong Hana hadn't fleeced—instead, saved a guy from torching 7 mil in a day. A benefactor.
"Oh yeah, ya know? Tried a dungeon earlier. Dang, I'm too strong for tankin'—they begged me ease up on DPS!"
"Haha, bro, you're prob the strongest warrior on this server now."
"Warrior my ass! Heavenly Demon! Heavenly Demon! Cheonryang Geojon Cheonma Geomje—say it right!"
Morishima nodded vaguely at the hyped ajusshi voice.
"Right, and Morishima. If that girl sells gold again, hook me up."
"Gonna buy more?"
"Psh, man. Tip money! Tipped me! Thanked me today with 100k and felt bad. I get gold, she gets cash—win-win!"
"Heh... she won ya over."
Cheonryang burst out laughing at Morishima's words.
"Saw online—this girl's a beast at the game. And sweet as heck. Gotta see her more."
Just like that, Jeong Hana unknowingly gained another connection.
Meanwhile, her budding enmities were going up in flames.