When Jungeun learned of the Goddess of War, she thought she’d be tall and muscular and furious. Once a dorky, clueless, considerate woman about the same age as her declared that she was the goddess of war, Jungeun couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.

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“I am the goddess of war!” The blond stranger in front of her declared, fist pumped in the air while she stared at Jungeun as a toothy smile spread across her glossy lips. She propped her elbow on the table and lifted up her finger; pointing at the perplexed individual with a tilt of her head. “But in human form, of course! Have you heard of me, student? Am I not in the books, standing tall and bright?”

What had been the point in trying to convince someone in that context anyway? Myths are all fake, aren’t they? Jungeun raised a brow at the stranger in confusion, flinching back in her seat once the so called ‘goddess’ pointed at her. “Wh..What? Are you high?”

The stranger furrowed her brows and lowered her hand with a huff. “I am not high! I am Jinsoul, the goddess of war!”