Prologue
My mom was a skilled shaman. And she often told me, “You’ll receive the Divine Descent someday too. It’s your fate to become a baksu—a male shaman.”
“So when do I get the Divine Descent?”
“Who knows. The Divine Descent isn’t something people can control.”
I first heard those words in elementary school, and I entered middle school full of eager anticipation. But the Divine Descent never came.
It didn’t come in high school either. Nor when I became a college student.
Not even when a car came barreling toward me, swerving like it was drunk, and slammed into me on my way home—sending me straight into unconsciousness.
And not even after I reincarnated into another world.
But in the end, Mom was right.
Oracle
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One day, just as Mom had foretold, I finally received the Divine Descent.
The problem? This Divine Descent was far too powerful.
“You’re the only one who truly understands me.”
“Being with you calms my heart.”
“Can’t you just be mine from now on? Huh? Let’s stay together by my side forever. You want that too, don’t you?”
I’d only read a few fortunes, and suddenly, there were way too many people clinging to me.