Bast clearly remembered a car running a red light and crushing his body.Yet the very next second, instead of the Grim Reaper welcoming him, he opened his eyes only to find a thick wooden club swinging viciously right at his face.WHOOSH!"Die, you bastard!"With pure survival instinct, Bast jerked backward. The wind from the swinging wooden club blew hard, practically caressing his nose.'Hold on a second, what's going on? Didn't a car just obliterate my body? Why is it only my forehead throbbing in pain now?' Bast wondered in utter confusion.Before he could even process his situation, his head tensed up—assaulted by a barrage of foreign memories. Fragments of memories that were... honestly, incredibly humiliating.As a forty-year-old traditional medicine doctor with a flawless reputation in his past life, his current situation was a blatant insult.This new body's original name was also Bast. The difference?This version of him was twenty-four years old, his breath reeked of cheap

Bast stared at Baki—the scrawny young man who had just accused him.According to the memories of Rotten Bast—the original owner of his body—Baki was his drinking and gambling buddy. It felt rather surprising to see his own "friend" being the first to stab him in the back.Bast really wanted to curse and punch that smug face, but he held himself back. Blind rage wouldn't earn him any reputation points. He had to use logic."Do you ever think before you accuse someone, Baki?" Bast asked coldly."It's exactly because I'm thinking that I say there's no way you took that honey yourself!" Baki mocked, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a coward who doesn't dare enter the forest, and you clearly don't know how to drive away bees."A few villagers nodded their heads yes. Of course, the memories of Rotten Bast also revealed that this drunkard had once stolen animal skins drying in the yard of a neighbor. His reputation truly sat at the level of animal dung."Your face is clean—your hand

But that curse didn't last long, because Bast saw his Tamer point bar didn't drop! His points remained completely intact despite the deduction from Jarek.'Wait... System! Did my beast-taming balance not get cut?!' Bast wondered internally.[Answering Host: Tamer Point balance will not decrease due to negative sentiment. However, Reputation Point Deductions will reduce your 100-point progress, keeping the Host away from the Exclusive Reward Box.]"Thank goodness..." Bast muttered, rather loudly, because he felt genuinely relieved. Weighing the pros and cons, he considered the tamer points far more important."What do you mean 'thank goodness'?" Marta raised an eyebrow. "You're happy I came to collect a debt?"Bast immediately shook his head hard, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, Elara stepped forward to plead."Marta, we don't have the money yet," Elara said sorrowfully. "We haven't sold this chicken and rabbit.""Not a problem! I accept barters!" Marta immediately pointed at

But Bast's assumption proved to be mere paranoia, as the sword tip hovering entirely too close to his neck slowly pulled back. The two knights stepped away, though their gazes remained cynical."You heard her, Ranu? Remu says this man is innocent," the knight who had targeted Bast's arm said, slowly sheathing his sword."You're right, Rae. We can't act recklessly." The other knight nodded in agreement, though his eyes constantly tracked Bast's movements as he edged away."You guys crossed the line," scolded the girl, apparently named Remu. She approached with immense effort, still panting and leaning on the arms of the people helping her stand. "He saved me."Even though her body went limp and half-conscious when he pulled her to the bank, Remu vividly remembered the sensation of water forcing its way out of her lungs. She wouldn't mistake that rescue effort for anything else."Don't you dare attack him again!" Remu snapped, widening her eyes fiercely as she glared at both her brother

Special cases like saving a noble girl with a fat wallet wouldn't happen every single day. He needed a steady job. Becoming a physician served as the most logical answer.He possessed more than enough capability to become an expert physician, but actually practicing it didn't look that simple. Rotten Bast’s memories told him that becoming a city physician required a special certification exam, and that exam cost a pretty penny.Another was the challenge of finding a suitable working space. Opening a clinic in Cardose Village made absolutely no sense because the entire population lived below the exact same poverty line as he did. If he wanted to make real money, he had to open a clinic in the city center."Okay, I need to research the capital first," Bast muttered. He approached a middle-aged man who looked relaxed guarding his old stall at the corner of the market."Uncle, may I ask you something?""Sure. What do you want to know, Kid?" The man answered amiably."Roughly... how much d