The Enemy Who Became My Merchant

Minae was mopping a freezer spill when the gate overflow tore through her convenience store and turned the register screen into a glowing panel. A Merchant class awakened in her hands, along with a redacted tutorial certificate, a sealed regression log book, and a wallet that felt too heavy to be legal. She still worked nights because home was three minutes away and her manager never asked why she disappeared in daylight. Her real edge was stranger. She studied old court music scores, and one Joseon rhythm sheet hid instructions for safe routes, locked doors, and the value of monster parts. Then the system started naming her in public, and every deal she made pulled stronger people toward he...