7 transmigration tips from the saint chapter 4

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The first thing that caught his eye was the silver hair.

Golden eyes, shining brightly, and the elegant features harmonized in stunning beauty.

“Oh, Erdian!”

The priests bowed their heads to the floor, their faces filled with awe, murmuring his name.

Seo Woohyun was baffled.

It was a scene one might expect from people witnessing the descent of a god.

‘Is he really a god?’

Seo Woohyun had never once truly believed in the existence of a god.

Aside from calling for divine help during bouts of sleep paralysis as a child, he had never sought out a god.

How could an unseen being do anything?

He had never believed in the abstract concept of a god, not even once.

It was hard enough trying to make a living, and talk of gods and religion was nothing more than empty chatter.

Praying to a god wasn’t going to reduce the workload waiting for him tomorrow.

‘If there was a god who could lessen my workload, maybe I would’ve believed in that…’

Seo Woohyun chuckled to himself as he looked up at the god who had appeared before him.

The face was still undeniably beautiful, a sight that could leave one in a daze.

He couldn’t deny that.

But the way the god crossed his arms and bent down to look down on him made it all the more irritating.

No one had the right to drag a person to a place like this just because they were stunningly handsome and had a perfect physique.

“I have something to discuss in private. All of you, leave.”

Erdian spoke in a low voice, dismissing the priests prostrating themselves on the floor.

Even amidst the commotion, the priests, overwhelmed by the sight of the god’s descent, swiftly offered their farewells to Erdian and exited the room in perfect order.

“Yes, Lord Erdian. Should you need anything, please call upon us. We will remain nearby.”

“Very well.”

The room quickly grew silent. Seo Woohyun found himself alone with the very being who had just informed him that he had died and somehow become a saint. His tension skyrocketed.

“Uh, Lord Erdian?”

The awkward honorific followed a moment later.

He wanted to believe this was all a dream, but his senses were far too vivid.

He had never experienced a dream so clear.

The more he thought about the absurd notion of dimension travel becoming a reality, the more he felt the weight of that possibility pressing on him.

“Indeed. You haven’t eaten, and yet you desperately sought me out first.”

Erdian’s voice was calm, almost soothing. But his relaxed demeanor only irritated Woohyun, who was growing more and more confused and stifled by the minute.

“Where exactly is this place? People I’ve never met keep calling me a saint. What even is a saint?”

“Did your world not have the concept of a saint? Simply put, it refers to a person who serves as my representative among humans.”

“So, Lord Erdian… You’re really a god, and I’m a human serving as your representative?”

“Exactly. You’re quick to understand.”

Erdian smiled contentedly and reached out to pat Woohyun’s head.

Seo Woohyun, on high alert, flinched away from the touch, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Erdian, his hand now hovering awkwardly in the air, settled for stroking his own chin before folding his arms again.

“I understand you’re confused. It must all seem sudden and overwhelming.”

“…”

“To put it simply, I saw your situation, felt sorry for you, and decided to give you a new life here.”

“Why me?”

“You died of overwork, didn’t you?”

Seo Woohyun’s mouth fell open slightly.

No matter how hard he tried to piece it together, he couldn’t find the connection between his death by overwork and this unsolicited dimension travel.

Was this supposed to be an explanation?

He shot a sullen look at Erdian, who only responded with a serene smile, completely unaware of Woohyun’s frustration.

“You had the power to bring me to another dimension, but you couldn’t have helped me not die in the first place? Sorry, but I liked where I lived. I don’t know anything about this place, and it’s strange having people bow to me and call me ‘saint’ out of nowhere.”

If possible, Woohyun wanted to return to his world.

It had been a tough life, but he was gradually building his career.

He’d taken out an aggressive loan, but he had never missed an interest payment, diligently repaying it.

He was proud of how stable his life had become.

After working so hard for 29 years, he couldn’t give up on his life so easily.

“Unfortunately, you can’t return to that world anymore. Besides, isn’t this place far better than that cramped, dingy house of yours?”

Erdian’s cold tone left Woohyun momentarily speechless.

But ever since leaving the orphanage and living independently, Woohyun had always considered his home to be of utmost importance.

Between an unfamiliar world and the one he had lived in for 29 years, of course, he would choose the familiar one.

And surely, no one would offer kindness without expecting something in return.

“You can’t just do this without my consent. This is… illegal.”

It took everything in Woohyun’s power to come up with something to say, and that’s what he settled on—rambling about legality.

But considering he wasn’t good at arguments, this was the best he could manage.

‘But he’s a god, isn’t he…?’

What use was the law to a god?

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, Erdian responded.

“What law have I broken?”

As expected, the law had no significance for a god.

But Woohyun couldn’t back down here. He shot back with more determination.

“I have the right to decide where I live. You can’t just do this.”

“So, you’re saying that tiny, run-down house was your idea of an ideal home?”

“The house prices are high. It was the best I could do. And it wasn’t a warehouse; it was my home…”

“The smoke from the downstairs neighbors’ cigarettes and the constant stomping from above in that tiny one-room apartment—is that what you miss?”

The blunt description felt like a slap in the face.

The house that Woohyun had worked so hard to secure with a bank loan was now being mocked so directly.

It felt like his entire life’s efforts were being invalidated in an instant.

Anger, sadness—he wasn’t sure what emotion was welling up inside him, but he held it back.

He wasn’t some naïve child who couldn’t control his feelings; he had learned to navigate the world.

If the person standing before him really was a god, it would be wiser to hold back rather than explode in anger. After all, he was dealing with a god.

“Maybe that was the case where you lived, but here, I am the truth. And as my one and only saint, your place of residence is naturally up to me to decide.”

The talk of being a “saint” was still far from over.

‘Truth, my foot. He sounds more like a cult leader…’

Woohyun swallowed his frustration along with the lump in his throat.

Even after several attempts to ask to be returned to his original world, Erdian’s response was always the same: “No.”

It was like talking to a brick wall. Woohyun felt like he was talking to an impenetrable barrier.

“If that’s the case, what do I even do here? Pray? Do I offer sacrifices or something?”

“What kind of horrifying suggestion is that? There’s no need for sacrifices. You’re free to do whatever you want here—travel, nap, anything you desire.”

Seo Woohyun’s eyebrows twitched as he listened.

No matter how he looked at it, this situation was bizarre.

A god had the power to bring someone here the moment they died, and yet, instead of saving them from dying, they’re now telling him to live freely?

The more he thought about it, the more questions piled up.

“If you really wanted to help, you could’ve just saved me from dying of overwork. Why did you bring me here? Out of all the people, why me?”

“…I wonder.”

Erdian reached out and lightly tapped Woohyun’s twitching cheek with his index finger.

He wanted to maintain eye contact, but Woohyun kept avoiding his gaze.

“Why you, indeed? Out of all those people, why you?”

“If you tell me that, then maybe I can accept this. Who would just willingly accept being dragged to a strange place like this?”

“That’s true. I should tell you, but I’m feeling a bit mischievous right now, so I don’t feel like it.”

In the end, Woohyun turned his head away. His large eyes shot an unambiguous look of displeasure.

For a saint’s expression toward a god, it was far too irreverent.

A saint glaring at their god—punishment would be too lenient a response.

But Erdian only chuckled, seemingly pleased with the rebellious look.

“Woohyun.”

At the sound of his name, softly spoken, Woohyun’s shoulders flinched.

“You complained about your miserable company, wished it would burn down, and dreamed of coming into a lot of money so you could do nothing. You wanted to travel, go camping, and even find love. Were those all just empty words?”

The golden eyes pierced through the truth.

Seo Woohyun couldn’t refute it and lowered his gaze.

This wasn’t just anyone, it was a god.

A god who could appear out of thin air and seemed to have countless followers.

‘What would happen if I lied to a god? It’d be bad if I lost my tongue or went blind…’

Gods were capricious and petty.

At least the ones Seo Woohyun knew were. He didn’t expect Erdian to be much different.

After all, he hadn’t even explained why he brought him here, instead rambling on about strange things.

One wrong move, and his attitude could change.

“I didn’t lie. But that doesn’t mean I asked to be taken to this unfamiliar world.”

Seo Woohyun spoke in a somewhat softened tone.

“Then what’s the problem? Here, you can do whatever you want.”