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# Chapter 2: The Beginning of Fear
Seo-jun scanned his surroundings, but found no one. He stood alone in the middle of an open field. The Han River flowed in the direction his eyes could reach. To orient himself, he decided to follow the river’s course, walking along its banks while taking in the unfamiliar landscape. There were no modern buildings or roads in sight—only traditional hanok houses and cultivated farmland stretching endlessly before him.
Seo-jun made a decision. He would use his historical knowledge to make sense of where—and when—he was. As a scholar who had spent years studying the early Joseon period, he could piece together clues from the architecture and terrain. The era felt unmistakably like King Sejong’s reign, though the exact year and location remained a mystery.
His mind raced with practical concerns. To survive here, he would need to study the local customs and language. The Joseon dialect would be essential if he hoped to communicate with anyone he encountered. More than anything, he needed knowledge—real, actionable understanding of how to live in this world.
The weight of his situation began to settle over him like fog rolling across the field. He was stranded in a century not his own, armed only with academic knowledge that might mean nothing in the harsh reality of survival. His pulse quickened as the true gravity of his predicament took hold.
Standing there in the gathering dusk, Seo-jun felt the first real tremor of fear. Not the abstract kind—but the primal, bone-deep fear of a man who realizes he is utterly alone, utterly displaced, and utterly unprepared for what comes next.