An Expert Comes Down the Mountain: I Really Just Want to Be a Good-for-Nothing

I'm a peerless master. The first thing I do after coming down from the mountain isn't take revenge or show off.

Instead, I pull out my phone, open a rental app, and find a shared apartment for 800 a month.

My roommate is a snob who makes me take out the trash every day and calls me a "country bumpkin."

I can't be bothered to deal with him. After all, he'll never know that the "country bumpkin" he bosses around just pulled his company's chairwoman's terminally ill father back from the brink of death yesterday.

And right now, that chairwoman is racing around the city in a limited-edition Porsche, desperately looking for me.