“...”

Ji-Han’s word of choice was ‘deal’, not ‘offering’, which told Bi-Ga that Ji-Han knew the gist of her contract. Indeed, her contract with the God was not an ordinary God-to-human agreement. It was a deal between a human and a machine. It was crossing a bridge that no sane person would ever cross. She couldn’t believe that Ji-Han actually knew about it.

“Okay, so you received wisdom from a divine being, and you’re also fused with something… Is that what you’re telling me? And you have the ability that fits your name. I don’t know which psychic our grandpa paid to get our names, but what was he thinking naming his grandchildren like that?”

Bi-Ga now understood Ji-Han’s abilities.

“I’m not foolish enough to lie to you in your own laboratory,” Ji-Han said.

“Good for you, but then why are you giving me this?”

“I want two things.”

Now that Ji-Han’s hand was out in the open, he couldn’t stop. He was making a move in the hope that this life would be his last. He still didn’t know what lay beyond the metaphorical chess board, but even so, he was still risking it on this move. He had been a pawn when he started, but now, he was...