‘So this world is, in truth, a game.’

It was a shocking revelation.
But it wasn’t something she could dismiss.

If Jin Yu-ha’s extraordinary abilities weren’t foresight but rather the power of possession,
then all the strange inconsistencies she had noticed so far suddenly made perfect sense.

Jin Yu-ha had known everything—about her, the other party members, their pasts, and even their futures—long before they ever met.

It was as if he had been reading a script, meticulously pre-written by someone else, perfectly predicting every event to come.

Even his seemingly flawless combat leadership, which had once felt uncanny in its precision, now had a clear explanation.

After all, there had always been something about it that didn’t quite align with simple foresight.