Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

OK.

Hara turned off the camera with satisfaction.

Cui Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief and was about to open the envelope to see how much was inside when she suddenly snatched the envelope back.

Then, he pulled out several ten-thousand-yuan bills and handed them over:

"Here, the extra is my personal reward."

"Isn't this... a bit too little..." Cui Shi'an cautiously reminded him.

"I've spent more than that these past two days... internet fees, instant noodle costs, and transportation expenses..."

"Who doesn't work for less money when they first start out?" The young woman sat down beside his bed and reprimanded him in a condescending tone.

"The important thing is to accumulate experience, understand?"

Choi Si-an rolled his eyes, speechless: "Then could you please give me back that 30 million from last time..."

"It's twenty million!" she corrected. "Does Beihanshan not charge you for saving him?"

"Fine, twenty million." Cui Shi'an gritted his teeth and added, "Then can you give me that twenty million? I have something to do..."

"Oh?" She crossed her legs with interest. "What could a student like you possibly need that would require twenty million?"

Fearing she wouldn't give it to him, Cui Shi'an steeled his resolve and lied, saying, "Something came up at home, and I can't go back. I have to find a way to show my filial piety, right?"

"..." She opened her mouth to retort but then closed it again. She took out two checks for tens of millions, hesitated for a moment, then added another one before handing it over, giving a fierce warning:

"Consider the extra money a loan; remember to pay me back later!"

Cui Shi'an never imagined that one day he would owe money to the messenger of hell.

He hesitated whether to accept the answer, fearing that he might give himself away and be discovered by her.

In the end, he could only pretend to be extremely grateful and accept it, and then asked a question.

Why would a messenger from hell use human currency?

"When you walk among humans, of course you have to abide by human order. What's wrong with that?" she asked curiously.

"In that case... is it possible to use magic or something to conjure up a bunch of money? Or to predict the winning lottery numbers or something?"

Hera snorted irritably, "First of all, I don't have that kind of precognitive ability. Secondly, even if I did, unlimited spending would harm the economic order of human society and would not be allowed!"

Indeed, Cui Shi'an was naive for his own ideas, thinking that he could really conjure gold and such as in some movies and TV shows.

He glanced at her Chanel suit: "So... are the other Hell Messengers' materialistic desires... as intense as yours?"

The girl glared at her: "Want to die?"

Cui Shi'an quickly stood at attention: "I was just asking out of curiosity. If you don't want to answer, just pretend I didn't ask."

He actually just wanted to know if the messenger of hell could have been bribed, in case he accidentally ran into someone who was determined to cause him trouble in the future, he might be able to use this as an excuse to get away...

"It's not that I can't answer," Hera replied without hesitation.

"I heard from my seniors that since Hotel Del Luna aired, everyone seems to have started to care about material things. Some of the envoys from different districts have even bought imported cars."

Choi Si-an was completely speechless; it was all because of this...

"The Grim Reapers must earn a lot, right?"

"Bullshit," she scoffed. "Those guys probably extorted money from the ghosts and evil spirits worshipped in their jurisdiction. Otherwise, how could they possibly make ends meet with just the basic living expenses they get from above?"

"It's like you're blackmailing me, isn't it?" Cui Shi'an thought to himself.

However, he was more interested in the "ghosts and evil gods" she mentioned.

"What is that?"

"It's just the offerings made in various witch doctor's shrines, right? Like generals, dragon girls, fairies, and so on, countless in total. They're really just evil gods..." As she said this, her gaze suddenly turned serious as she looked over.

"In short, if you ever encounter them, remember to stay away and absolutely avoid getting in contact with them."

Cui Shi'an nodded, curious that such a thing existed in the world.

"And what about you..." He pointed to the sky, "doesn't that one care either?"

"Everything that exists in this world has its reason. Some people ask generals to ward off evil, some ask dragon maidens to pray for wealth, and some ask fairies to avert disaster... In a sense, they are also purifying human beings' distracting thoughts and reducing the presence of earthbound spirits and other such entities..."

She gestured with her fingers, seemingly thinking of a suitable word, and finally, seeing the textbook on the table, inspiration struck:

"It's like a symbiotic ecological relationship, and their work doesn't conflict with ours, so why should we bother with them?"

She paused, seemingly unwilling to think about the connection anymore, and stood up impatiently to stretch.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm leaving."

"Yes, yes!" Cui Shi'an had so many questions, he asked tentatively:

Could you please give me your phone number?

Hera, who was about to leave, paused, turned back, raised an eyebrow at him, and said with a hint of amusement in her eyes, "Oh? You want my contact information?"

Cui Shi'an explained, "If I take on a part-time job later, or if I encounter any emergencies... like being targeted by envoys from other districts, I need a way to call for help, right? I can't always rely on you 'just happen to be passing by,' can I? If I really get 'injured at work,' I need to be able to find my 'boss,' right?"

Hara was amused by his reasoning: "You do have some cleverness after all."

She took out her phone, not to give out her number, but to dial Cui Shi'an's number directly. She hung up neatly only after his phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Save this and add a note... Just write 'The Most Beautiful Mermaid Princess'."

Uh…

Just as Hera was about to open the door and leave, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "Oh, by the way, your sister asked me to apologize to you."

Cui Shi'an was taken aback. Apologize? What did she have to apologize for? If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have had a second life.

"She said she shouldn't have asked someone to give you that thing, but she never expected it would harm you."

Cui Shi'an was stunned; his first thought was of that arrowhead!

Seeing his grim expression, Hera couldn't help but ask curiously, "What did she give you?"

"N-nothing..." Cui Shi'an felt a strange sense of absurdity. So, he was in the traffic accident because he had obtained the arrowhead?

Then, in order to make amends, the "sister" asked Hera to resurrect him?

Why would she give me something like this?

"Hmph." Hera snorted in displeasure when he remained silent. "Open the door, I'm leaving!"

"Hey!" Cui Shi'an snapped out of his daze and quickly opened the door. He didn't expect Tian Ming to still be standing outside. When he saw the two of them come out, he immediately put on a smile and wanted to say something.

Suddenly, Hera snapped her fingers.

Then, Cui Shi'an saw his roommate's eyes change from a fawning smile to a confused look, and then to something strange.

"Huh? Shi'an, how come you got back before me?"

Cui Shi'an didn't answer, but stared at his roommate's silly look and fell into deep thought.

Could this guy have had his memory wiped like this when he bought arrowheads last time?

Could the "boss lady" he mentioned be his younger sister?

My sister works in Dongdaemun?