I Received The Holy Sword By Dawn Delivery (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 2
Rrrring.
5 a.m. The smartphone vibrated on the floor of a cramped rented room.
“What is it?”
Kim Ha Yoon, a woman in her twenties with light sleep, groped along the floor and found her charging smartphone.
She squinted her eyes open and checked the notification.
“Two boxes of dawn delivery have been left at your door.”
“Oh. Dawn delivery.”
Ha Yoon belatedly remembered the famous bakery goods from Daejeon that she’d ordered from Kupang.
Today was Ha Yoon’s birthday.
Having lost her entire family in a traffic accident and surviving alone, the only person left to celebrate her birthday was herself.
She must have received the expensive cake she’d bravely ordered—for herself who’d lived hard enough for her entire family—right outside her front door.
Ha Yoon leapt up from her seat to collect the parcel.
Due to consecutive tropical nights, it was quite warm even at dawn; leaving the package outside risked the whipped cream melting.
“But why are there two boxes? I’m sure I only ordered a cake.”
Ha Yoon pressed the door lock button while racking her brain for any forgotten memory.
With a beep, the front door opened, and the humid summer dawn air flowed into the room.
“Huh?”
Ha Yoon, about to grab the boxes, paused briefly.
Standing at the door alongside the two boxes was a Kupang delivery worker, checking his terminal.
“Oh, he’s still here. That’s a bit awkward.”
But the delivery worker was incredibly handsome.
Ha Yoon examined his features revealed beneath a blue cap.
His long, silver-dyed hair fluttered just above his shoulders, and his grayish eyes paired with a sharp nose gave him an exotic look.
“So he’s foreign.”
It was quite a rare sight—a foreigner working as a delivery person.
Noticing her gaze, the delivery worker grinned and greeted her cheerfully.
“Oh, Ms. Kim Ha Yoon? Hello.”
He lifted the two boxes he’d set on the floor and handed them directly to Ha Yoon.
Not only was he handsome, but his kindness was even more charming.
“Thank you.”
Ha Yoon accepted the boxes with a bow.
Unlike the light cake box, the long box stacked on top felt surprisingly heavy.
Ha Yoon staggered slightly, and as the box tilted, the delivery worker quickly steadied it for her.
“I’ll carry it inside for you.”
Smiling brightly, he brought the box into the foyer, then brushed his hands off and gestured toward the long box.
“Successfully delivered to Lady Lucena.”
“Lu—what?”
Shocked by the unfamiliar name, Ha Yoon immediately checked the shipping label.
Recipient: Lucena
Address: 201 Ho, 00 Villa, 21-gil, 00-ro, 00-gu, Seoul
The address was definitely correct, but the recipient’s name was different.
“Wait a moment. This doesn’t seem to be mine. Let me verify.”
Ha Yoon immediately tore open the box tape right there to initiate a return.
Inside the opened box lay something utterly unexpected.
“What is this?”
A silver longsword that belonged in a European history museum.
It stood as tall as her waist when placed upright, and its blade was slender—exactly the width of two fingers pressed together.
Exquisitely carved into the silver-plated hilt were five intricate symbols representing fire, water, wind, earth, and light, with a transparent, round gemstone embedded at its pommel.
Staring at the clearly expensive artifact, Ha Yoon was about to say, “This isn’t my package,” like a woodsman dropping his axe into a pond.
But the delivery worker spoke first.
“It’s the Holy Sword. And it belongs to Lucena—that is, to you, Ms. Kim Ha Yoon.”
“Huh?”
Ha Yoon scratched her head.
Was this really *the* Holy Sword from fantasy novels?
Given the delivery worker’s casual manner, she wondered if this was some new trending item on social media.
“It’s called Vizbi, the Holy Sword. If you call out ‘High Vizbi,’ it’ll respond to you, Ms. Ha Yoon.”
“What?”
“There’s an instruction manual inside. Please take a look.”
“But this manual’s written in some foreign script I’ve never seen before.”
Ha Yoon waved a sheet covered in characters resembling Arabic script.
The delivery worker muttered, “Ah, you can’t read the script yet.”
What? Was this foreigner bragging that he spoke both his native tongue and Korean perfectly?
“The Reincarnation Association received complaints that the Reincarnation Truck system was too harsh, so we’re testing a new method—but it seems there are still many shortcomings.”
“Reinca—what?”
And what on earth was a Reincarnation Truck?
Ha Yoon rubbed her ears with her palms. Had she heard wrong? But her hearing was perfectly fine.
“Next time we have to do this again, we’ll make sure the abductee can immediately recognize the language of their assigned reincarnation country.”
Amid her confusion, the delivery worker kept talking as if only his own words mattered.
‘Is this guy crazy?’
Ha Yoon grimaced and gripped the silver sword hilt tightly, eyeing the suspicious delivery worker with caution.
“Ah! Why are you doing that, Ms. Ha Yoon? You’re holding the Holy Sword—that’s scary!”
“You’re the one who should stop spouting nonsense about reincarnation trucks and leave my house right now.”
Ha Yoon gestured toward the delivery worker’s foot, which was still planted inside her foyer.
He should’ve left after finishing his job, yet he lingered, babbling nonsense. She even considered threatening him with this sword and claiming self-defense against unlawful entry.
“This… this is strange. You don’t know about the Reincarnation Truck? The records say you regularly read web novels, so no additional explanation should be necessary…”
The delivery worker hastily checked Ha Yoon’s personal information on his terminal.
“What on earth have you been talking about this whole time?”
“I’m telling you, Ms. Kim Ha Yoon—you died just moments ago, and your soul is about to be transferred to another world.”
“…What did you say?”
“Oh—could it be you didn’t even realize you were dead?”
He jerked his chin toward the back. Following his gaze, Ha Yoon turned to look at her bed.
There lay her own body, slumped over from death by overwork.
That was precisely when the Holy Sword she held began to emit a pure white light.
「Initiating spatial-temporal distortion for soul transmission. Connection to Dwarf Central Server complete.」
Her body was engulfed in brilliant white light as an unfamiliar voice echoed.
And so, without even a moment to process her own death, Ha Yoon was abruptly sucked into a newly opened rift.
The delivery worker waved calmly at her retreating form.
“See you soon, Lady Lucena.”
[This is the timeline separator]Soul data transmission in progress. 98, 99, 100… Complete.
Though her eyes were clearly closed, she saw strange characters floating before her like a hologram.
“What is this?”
Ha Yoon snapped her eyes open.
She inhaled deeply as she stared up at a ceiling crudely patched together with old planks.
“Am… I alive?”
She’d only just accepted her death moments ago, yet now every one of her senses felt vividly alive.
Ha Yoon, who had clung to life out of duty to live for her family lost in the accident, found her expression strangely devoid of joy.
“Where on earth am I?”
She lay in a shabby cabin. The only furnishings were the bed beneath her and a hearth.
On a shelf nailed to the wall sat rows of earthenware jars, a patched-up tin bucket, and hearth tools—none of which belonged to the modern era.
“Good heavens!”
Ha Yoon sprang up, recalling the suspicious Kupang delivery worker mentioning reincarnation trucks and web novels.
“Did I really get reincarnated into a novel?”
Surveying her impoverished surroundings, she suspected she’d landed a rather unfortunate role.
Of all the possibilities—evil noble lady in a wealthy household, lavishing money while the heroine flourished—she’d drawn this miserable card?
“Don’t jump to conclusions. Maybe I’m a beautiful villainess forced to take shelter here due to unavoidable circumstances.”
Clinging to popular villainess tropes, Ha Yoon peered at her reflection in the shiny stew pot hanging by the hearth.
“…What is this?”
The first thing she noticed was her platinum hair, dull as if a bleaching attempt had failed.
Her hair was cut short like a boy’s, and her body—far from the voluptuous figure she’d hoped for—was as thin as a twig.
Her face fared no better: hollow cheeks shadowed by extreme exhaustion gave her the look of a ghost.
Ha Yoon sighed as she fiddled with her straw-like hair.
“This isn’t some beautiful villainess—it’s more like a stable hand!”
Wasn’t this too much, even for a side character?
Usually, when one got transported to another world, they were granted long hair, lovely features, and noble titles as a given!
“Well… now that I look closer, the base is actually pretty.”
Aside from the corpse-like pallor, her clear green eyes, straight nose, and plump lips formed a delicate, doll-like face.
As she carefully examined her new body—
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom!
Someone pounded hard on the cabin door.
“Open up, Lucena! Open before I break this door down!”
“Lucena? Is that my name now?”
Now that she thought about it, that name had appeared on the delivery box earlier that dawn.
“I need to recall if there was a novel featuring a character named Lucena.”
But no matter how hard she searched her memory, nothing came to mind.
Deep in thought, Ha Yoon chose not to open the door for now.
After all, she had no idea what situation this body was currently in.
“Looks like she has no intention of opening the door.”
“Then let’s just break it. What can I do?”
Break it?!
“One, two, three!”
The moment they counted to three, the old hinges groaned and snapped, and the door crashed flat onto the floor.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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