I Possessed the Guild’s Black Market Dealer’s Body

Eon-jae made his living in dead zones, buying dungeon parts from people who wanted cash and silence. One bad night put him in the body of a late awakener with a fake paper trail, a family under pressure, and a guild that wanted his hands but not his name. He could sell monster parts, hide a stolen detector, and talk his way past men who thought speed solved everything. That did not help when the system started speaking to him like it knew his old life. A hidden quest line, a sealed ring under the car seat, and a raid vest he refused to give back kept pulling him deeper. The one thing he trusted most was his habit of waiting. In a world that demanded fast answers, he was the only person who k...