[Translator – Prøks]

[Proofreader – Gun]

Lee Jin-sung loved fantasy.

His passion for it surpassed the level of mere enjoyment, bordering on obsession.

His interest and fascination with fantasy extended beyond simple fantasy novels to include copies of history and mythology that he would spend his entire paycheck on.

As a result, he always wished.

He wanted to go to a fantasy world, a world of wonder and magic.

Lee Jin-sung didn't just stop at dreaming. He quit his job and set off on a journey. For years, he sought out the mysterious wonders of the world, venturing into remote places where no one else dared to go.

He conquered the tallest mountains in the world and even ventured to the southernmost reaches of the Earth. He went to the very center of the Earth.

But naturally, nothing ever came of it.

Reality was the furthest thing from fantasy.

By that point, he was tempted to give up, but Lee Jin-sung couldn't bring himself to. Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth, and even to those beyond. He prayed that when he woke up the next morning, he would find himself in the midst of a fantasy world.

And then one day, his prayers were answered.

Just not in the way he had hoped for.

"…This isn't what I wished for."

A sigh escaped him. His breath froze and fell to the ground.

He lifted his head with a despondent expression.

Before him stretched out an endless expanse of bitter cold.

[Translator – Prøks]

[Proofreader – Gun]