‘What the hell are you doing here?’’0

I briefly forgot to keep a straight face because I hadn’t expected to run into him at all. He wasn’t just anyone; he was Villain Song in the flesh, so I couldn’t help but stare blankly at him.0

‘Is he really Song Soo-Kyung?’0

I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but there was no mistake. The same wavy hair, the psycho-looking face, the eyes and face that screamed "con artist," and that utterly useless physical build. He was definitely that Song Soo-Kyung. 0

He didn’t look much different from his second-life self.0

‘Except his hands are a bit rougher than now.’0

Well, that fact was useless. Compared to a warrior’s calloused hands, his hands that were a bit rougher were laughable. However, he had to have been through his own share of hardships. Unlike in the second life, summoners weren’t valuable at all in the first life. 0

Only a select few nobles or the lucky ones could land administrative desk jobs, and even then, the prevailing belief was that summoners also needed a certain level of physical combat prowess. 0

Society wasn’t exactly kind to production jobs either; all the glory went to combat roles. Hence,...0