Traveling to the cyberpunk world, I became the useless adopted daughter of a chaebol family and was sent away for marriage. When everyone laughed at me as a defective product of the civilized world, I silently focused on my fox-like skills of identifying people, predicting their fortunes, and arranging formations - until the stock price of my competitor's company crashed overnight, and the headhunters who tried to poach me were plagued by bad luck. The nominal husband finally blocked me under the light waterfall of the data flow: "Madam, who are you?"
