There’s something that people often call instinct—a hunch.

Sometimes, when standing at a crossroads, you feel an unsettling sensation that makes you avoid a certain choice, an almost predictive intuition.

It’s a warning based on countless experiences accumulated over a lifetime.

Right now, I instinctively knew.

“Is it you? The one who sent me to that other world?”

I knew that this woman was the one who had placed me in Youngest Son of the Hwang Family.

“Yes.”

“Yes?! You just threw me into another world without permission!”

“I’m sorry, but it wasn’t entirely without reason.”

The woman had a …