"E-choo! E-choo! E-choo!!"
Back in the classroom at Daehan High, Kim Do-hyun, who had been dozing off in the back row, suddenly sneezed three times in rapid succession, jolting himself awake. He rubbed his nose, bewildered.
"Aish… Which jerk is bad-mouthing me?"
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Meanwhile, Eun-woo, after leaving the telecom store, didn't head to school. Instead, he pedaled straight to a large bookstore. As for giving Kim Do-hyun's KakaoTalk ID to the agent? The thought vanished from his mind the moment he stepped outside.
After purchasing a stack of advanced study guides and past Suneung exam booklets, he went directly home. He stashed the two heavy bags of ceramic fragments in his room and spent the rest of the day in focused, solitary study.
Early the next morning, after a quick breakfast, Eun-woo skipped school again. He rode his bicycle directly to the rented storage unit.
From midnight onward, he'd been buzzing with impatience. If not for the risk of his parents' suspicion, he would have gone to the warehouse at the stroke of twelve.
Creeeak—
The metal roll-up door groaned as he pushed it open. His eyes landed on the mangled heap that was once a Porsche Cayenne. He couldn't help but rub his hands together in anticipation.
"Heh. Success or failure rides on this."
He glanced around the deserted industrial lot to ensure he was alone, then carefully pulled the door shut behind him.
Returning to the pile of automotive wreckage, he placed a hand on a twisted piece of the frame and called out silently in his mind.
'System. Decompose this vehicle and reconstruct it into a brand-new car. A luxury model, please.'
Whoosh.
The weight and cool metal sensation vanished from under his hand.
The system's neutral, mechanical voice resonated in his consciousness.
[One severely damaged 2000 Porsche Cayenne has been recovered from the Host. Decomposition complete. System is screening and optimizing molecular components… Complete. Reconstruction in progress… Complete. Congratulations, Host. You have obtained: One brand-new 2023 Land Rover Range Rover SVAutobiography LWB (Long Wheelbase), in Santorini Black.]
Eun-woo blinked. Wait. I decomposed a Porsche and got a Land Rover? They're not even the same manufacturer…
As his confusion surfaced, the system's voice chimed again.
[Ding. Due to the large physical dimensions of the reconstructed item, please select whether to deploy it now and specify deployment location.]
Deploy now? Choose the location? His eyes widened. This system's QoL features are incredible.
Did this mean system-generated items didn't have to materialize immediately?
[Answering Host's query: The system is equipped with an integrated storage space capable of temporarily housing reconstructed items. Once an item is extracted, it cannot be returned to storage.]
Bingo. A wave of relief and excitement washed over him. This was perfect. He'd been wondering where to keep future porcelain items after reconstruction. The system's storage space solved everything—no risk of loss or damage.
Surveying the empty warehouse floor, he simply commanded the system to extract the top-tier, long-wheelbase Range Rover.
Following his mental order, a shimmer of silver light—no, a deep, metallic black flash—filled the space before him. A moment later, a imposing, brand-new, jet-black Range Rover sat on the concrete, its sleek lines and aggressive stance a stark contrast to the dusty surroundings.
Eun-woo's heart hammered with excitement. He walked to the driver's side, pulled open the substantial door, and slid into the leather-clad driver's seat.
"Cham… Not bad. Not bad at all," he whispered, running a hand over the steering wheel. "My first car is a 200-million-won Range Rover."
[Ding. Vehicle registration and ownership documentation reconstructed.]
As he admired the interior, another prompt sounded. A sleek, black document folder materialized on the passenger seat.
Eun-woo reached over, picked it up, and opened it. His eyebrows shot up.
Inside were a vehicle registration certificate (Jungong Deunggeupjang), a certificate of conformity, insurance papers, and a purchase contract. All were impeccably detailed and, most astonishingly, listed the owner's name as Song Eun-woo. His resident registration number was correct. The contact phone field displayed his new '1111' number.
"Wow. System, you even handle the paperwork?" he muttered, genuinely impressed.
[Answering Host: All items reconstructed by this system undergo rationalization processing to ensure logical consistency within this world's framework, leaving no anomalous traces.]
Eun-woo nodded, satisfied. This was excellent. He'd briefly worried about how to legally register a system-created car. The system had preemptively solved every conceivable problem.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
A vibration came from his jeans pocket.
Puzzled—who would be calling his brand-new number?—he pulled out the phone.
The screen showed an unknown mobile number. He answered.
"Yeoboseyo? Hello, is this Mr. Song Eun-woo?" A professional, pleasant female voice came through the speaker. "This is Choi Soo-ji, your dedicated client advisor from the Seoul Land Rover Jaguar Hannam-dong flagship showroom. Our system indicates your vehicle has been delivered. I'm calling to ensure everything is to your satisfaction and to see if you require any further assistance at this time."
Eun-woo's mind worked quickly. This was clearly the legitimate, system-generated point of contact. The car he was sitting in was now formally linked to this dealership. The system had woven a perfect backstory.
"Ah, yes. The vehicle has been delivered. Everything is in perfect order. No issues at the moment."
"Wonderful, Mr. Song. Please don't hesitate to contact me directly for anything at all. Have a great day."
After a few more polite exchanges, Eun-woo ended the call.
He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, leaned back into the plush leather, and let out a long, contented sigh. His hand instinctively found the engine start button.
"Wahahaha! I'm an SV Autobiography owner now!" he laughed to the empty warehouse. "Getting my driver's license last summer was the smartest move I ever made."
As he spoke, his thumb pressed the button.
Vroom…
A deep, potent growl erupted from the 5.0-liter supercharged V8, the powerful sound echoing satisfyingly off the bare walls of the small storage unit.
[To be continued…]