Murim Login

Seo Jin sekarat di ranjang rumah sakit, menyadari bahwa hidupnya sebagai penulis novel dan gamer hardcore berakhir sia-sia. Namun, saat matanya kembali terbuka, ia sudah bereinkarnasi di dunia Murim sebagai murid terlemah dari Sekte Moon, sekte kecil yang hanya jadi bahan olokan. Dihina, diremehkan, bahkan hampir dibuang—hingga sebuah suara berbisik di kepalanya. > [Sistem Lunar Ascension Aktif…] Dalam sekejap, tubuhnya dipenuhi kekuatan tak terbayangkan. Teknik yang butuh puluhan tahun untuk dikuasai? Ia bisa menyalinnya dalam hitungan detik. Luka mematikan? Disembuhkan secepat bulan berganti fase. Kematian? Hanya seperti tombol reset bagi dirinya. Dari murid sampah menjadi eksistensi yang ditakuti seluruh Murim. Tapi masalahnya, semakin kuat ia menjadi, semakin banyak musuh yang mengincarnya. Sekte besar ingin membunuhnya, petinggi Murim ingin merekrutnya, dan haremnya… malah membuat hidupnya semakin kacau. Seo Jin hanya ingin hidup santai, tidur siang, dan menikmati dunia baru ini. Tapi dengan kekuatan sebesar ini, mungkinkah ia benar-benar bisa hidup damai?

On day two of Matthew's so-called business trip, I was wiping down the counter when I said, "Auri, play some music." Instead of music, a syrupy voice chirped, "Sure thing, my Baby Moon. Oh, and Matthew, don't forget Bibi's birthday surprise tonight." I froze. The speaker blasted some random playlist, but all I heard was 'Bibi.' Matthew Kein was my husband. So who the hell was Bibi? I called him. "Did you mess with our smart speaker?" A beat of silence, then his fake laugh. "Oh, a buddy dropped by. Probably logged his account in. Why?" I laughed back like I bought it, then hung up. Two taps later, I was scrolling the login history, already hailing a cab to the company tied to that mystery account.

I was cleaning up the house on the second day after my wife went for a business trip. I casually instructed the smart speaker. “Smart, play some music.” However, I heard a husky, strange male voice. “Sure. I’m the Sun that loves you. Plus, Lindy, I would like to remind you not to forget about your birthday surprise for Sam tonight.” I stiffened and found the music particularly annoying. Linda Clark was my wife, but I had no idea who Sam was. I immediately called my wife. “Did you use the smart speaker at home?” Linda paused for a moment before she laughed indifferently. “Oh, my friend visited me a few days ago. She might have connected her account to it. What’s wrong?” I laughed and told her it was nothing. After hanging up, I found the login record of the speaker and hailed a cab. I headed straight to the registered company associated with the unfamiliar account on the record.