Mihon stood frozen. There was no doubt—it was a smartphone. An object he had been glued to ever since he got his first one in high school.
His family wasn't wealthy, but after a tough summer job and a bit of help from his parents, he managed to get his hands on his very first phone.
It wasn't powerful by any means, and compared to his classmates' models, it was small and outdated. But Mihon loved it. Browsing the web, reading webnovels, and watching low-quality videos—it was a whole universe opening up before his eyes.
His fascination with the digital world only grew with time. As he got older, he started practicing skills that would help him become a streamer.
No fancy team behind him. He had to do everything alone—editing, scripts, camera angles. It was exhausting, but Mihon never gave up.
In his first few months as a streamer, he barely made 100 dollars. But then, during one stream where he flawlessly defeated a raid boss in a game, he went viral.
His career skyrocketed. Soon, he was a full-blown celebrity. He signed with a company that boosted him even further, and with that success came an entire collection of smartphones.
Top-of-the-line devices. Best cameras. Ultimate gaming specs. He could go on and on about how amazing they were—but that's not the point here.
"This is the first one I ever had," Mihon said, looking at the old phone with nostalgic eyes.
Even after all that time, he never forgot that first phone. Like a man who never forgets his first night with a woman—it just sticks with you.
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Of all the overpowered advantages he expected when reincarnating, he never imagined… a smartphone.
What was he supposed to do with it? Text his mom? Film some elves for TikTok? It was obvious a phone wasn't going to be much help in a world where dragons wiped out cities.
Mihon felt a sinking disappointment. Fate was mocking him. Even a rusty sword would've been better than this.
Ding
As if trying to snap him out of it, the phone rang again—this time getting his full attention.
[Welcome, Host]
[In this world of magic and power, you hold the most powerful weapon of all: a smartphone.]
The words on the screen only made Mihon feel worse. It really felt like someone was toying with him.
[The Host must complete three trial missions before beginning your conquest.]
[Trial One: 100% Battery Charge]
[The Host must locate a source of electricity and fully charge the device.]
[Time Limit: 3 Days and 48 Hours]
[Rewards: Rank E App, Download Points, Access to Trial Two]
Mihon read the message carefully, then tried to swipe the screen—but it didn't move. It was stuck on that message.
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Maybe the phone was just a test. Maybe the real prize would come after he passed the trial—like a demon-slaying legendary sword or something.
Who knew?
"Hey, Brush. You okay?" asked one of the slaves—Bazt—approaching Mihon, who was still staring at his device.
Mihon looked up, startled. There was no way he could explain the strange object in his hands. How do you describe a glowing screen to someone who's never even seen a flashlight?
Since Mihon didn't respond, Bazt leaned closer, curiously peeking.
"Why are you holding a rock? Are you praying or something?"
"A rock?" Mihon repeated, mildly offended. "How could you call this a rock? This is the most advanced piece of tech you'll ever—"
"Yeah, like this one," Bazt said, holding up an actual stone for comparison.
[Only the Host can see the smartphone's real form. To others, it appears camouflaged. The form changes depending on the situation.]
After reading that message, Mihon finally understood. Bazt wasn't stupid—he just literally couldn't see it.
Quickly gripping the phone tighter, Mihon closed his eyes and played along.
"Yes… I'm praying. For my father, who fell. And my mother… taken by the village."
Thanks to his streaming background, Mihon knew how to act. His delivery was emotional, believable—enough to sell any lie.
"Oh… I'm so sorry, Brush. I'll leave you alone," Bazt apologized, stepping back with a sympathetic look.
Mihon's performance? A total success.
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He had to come up with a plan. Fast.
***
"Get up, idiots! It's time to move!"
The guard's voice ripped through the barn like an alarm clock on the first day of school.
"Today the Captain of Lazus' Third Division, Arthur Debian, is visiting! I want nothing less than perfection from you scum! Now go eat!"
Mihon and the others obeyed, shuffling outside to grab breakfast.
It was better than the previous day's—some soup, and even a bit of meat. They were clearly trying to impress the captain.
After eating, they returned to the mines and resumed their labor.
Mihon's body moved automatically, but his mind was racing.
[Time Remaining: 3 Days, 34 Hours]
Still no clue how to complete the mission. How was he supposed to charge a phone in a medieval world?
No electricity. No batteries. No clue.
He could wait for a thunderstorm and try to get struck by lightning, but… not the most practical idea.
"Clear the way!"
His thoughts were shattered by a sudden shout.
A group of guards in golden armor marched forward with purpose.
"Make way for Captain Arthur Debian of the Third Division!"
And then, behind them, came a man dressed in elegant white garments, oozing authority.
Mihon knew immediately—this man was the strongest in the area.
"Finally… I've been waiting for this," someone muttered.
To everyone's shock, a slave stepped forward, gripping his pickaxe tightly and blocking the golden squad.
"You bastard! You killed my father… and today, I'm killing you, Arthur!"