The Celestial Maiden’s Young Master in Another World - Chapter 1

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Episode 1. Can Even a God Change Their Name?
You’ve probably heard the saying that a Shaman must be upright and incorruptible.
But is everyone really like that?
“Oh my goodness, Seo! I watched yesterday’s broadcast. You photograph so well on camera!”
“Ha, is that so?”
“Of course. I know you’re handsome, but yesterday you made those actors’ noses look stubby! Anyway, here’s a little gift for you.”
I barely managed to suppress the corners of my mouth from flying skyward as I casually accepted the thick envelope from her hands.
Whew, how much is this?
That’s our patron for you. She certainly doesn’t hold back.
Heh heh heh.
Who says a Shaman can’t love money?
There’s someone right here—the greatest Shaman in modern South Korea, making good money and living well.
Seo Woo-tak, twenty-seven years old. Currently the most successful Shaman in South Korea.
I’m doing so well that I’ve even landed spots on major broadcast networks.
“But hey, is it true what they say about you?”
“What is?”
“That you’re actually the child of some major conglomerate.”
Ugh. Why does word travel so fast in this business?
“Well, I suppose I do come from a well-off family.”
I deliberately gave a vague answer, dodging the question.
At home I’m essentially non-existent anyway, so what does it matter?
After handing the patron a few protective Talismans and seeing her out, I tidied up the Shrine.
This is the most important hour of my day.
Occupying the very center of the Shrine is an ornately decorated Ball-jointed Doll, glittering magnificently.
With respectful hands clasped together, I offered a prayer before polishing it with devotion until it shone mirror-bright.
Why, you ask?
‘Because she is my cash cow!’
Yes indeed—the very Seonnyeo I serve.
Now, this doll isn’t her actual body, mind you. It’s her sacred image.
Why is it a Shaman’s sacred image, you ask?
Because the highest and most revered Seonnyeo loves nothing more than beauty and glamour.
That’s why I always keep the space in front of her sacred image filled with Photo Cards of beautiful male idols and various merchandise.
Plus all manner of jewels and luxury accessories on top of that.
My Shrine, glittering and radiant, is special unto itself.
It was my distinctive style and exceptional skill that set me apart online, which is how I rose to where I am now.
All of this is thanks to Seonnyeo.
‘Ever since I began hearing Seonnyeo’s guidance, my era of success began. Ever since I began hearing Seonnyeo’s guidance, broadcasters started seeking me out. Ever since I began hearing Seonnyeo’s guidance, my entire life changed…!!’
Is it just success?
Seonnyeo is nothing less than light itself—she who freed me from a prison without bars. She’s just perfect!
Therefore, for me, Seonnyeo’s will is law.
And yet.
“Seonnyeo, do I really have to wear this outfit…?”
In my hands lay an unusually short top.
The garment, cut off halfway as if unfinished, was nothing less than a men’s Crop Top.
Recently obsessed with idol styling, Seonnyeo had taken great pleasure in dressing me up—and she’d become particularly fixated on the Crop Top.
Going to a salon for hair and makeup, then throwing on designer clothes? I’m absolutely fine with that.
But a Crop Top?
I’m over 190 centimeters tall. On top of that, I’m ripped from years at the gym.
And she wants me to wear a Crop Top…?
I could still picture the client’s vacant stare when confronted with my bursting physique in the garment.
‘Ugh! The trauma…!’
Without my spiritual sight awakened, I couldn’t see or hear Seonnyeo’s form and voice, but I could definitely feel her resolute will that I must wear it.
“….”
Fine. I’ll just put it on.
What else can I do? Orders are orders.
Silently, I slipped my arms through the Crop Top.
Looks like I’m going to the gym in a Crop Top.
A workout trip after quite a long time, thanks to my packed schedule.
My strong determination to keep my physique in shape can’t be stopped by something like a Crop Top.
Steeling my resolve, I headed outside, and the wind felt unusually piercing against my bare stomach.
‘Is it cold today? Seonnyeo, could you warm things up a bit for me?’
Hmm?
I was about to ask her to shield me from the chill, but Seonnyeo’s presence vanished without warning.
‘Ha. Must be a celebrity nearby.’
Seonnyeo had a habit of disappearing the moment an idol or handsome actor turned up near the Shrine.
I figured this was more of the same.
I walked on, paying no mind to the stares gathering around me.
But seriously, why was everyone staring like that?!
Even if I was wearing a crop top, wasn’t this excessive?!
Some people were even pointing and letting out small gasps.
This was ridiculous.
Wait, had this street always had so much shade?
I looked up and saw something enormous covered in matted fur blocking the way ahead.
“Wh—?”
Before I could fully process it, a desperate scream pierced my ears.
-No, don’t!!!-
“Guh!!”
Heat bloomed across my abdomen even as my vision spun toward the sky.
The last thing I saw was a white crescent moon emblem against a black background.
‘…A bear?’
What the hell was an Asiatic black bear doing in the middle of the city?!
And then I was torn apart.
Then I opened my eyes.
Huh?
“Abubu?”
-Kyaaaa! He’s awake!-
Before me was a girl with twin braids—strange yet familiar.
Wait, what?
***
“Abubrub bu-ebruu?”
‘So I’m a Shaman reincarnated into the Otherworld starting from zero years old?’
No one would even read this if it were a web novel.
But there it was—the moment I died, I was reborn in the Otherworld.
-Kyahaha, Woo-tak is always entertaining!-
And the floating girl with twin braids hovering before me was none other than Seonnyeo, whom I had served in my past life.
She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen.
No wonder she’d gotten distracted by idols.
The memory came rushing back—spending days scouring SNS to exchange for rare photo cards out of sheer stubbornness.
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes.
“Wubeub-beh….”
“My, why does Young Master look so sad?”
Oh, no.
My nursemaid scooped me up to comfort me.
-Woo-tak, you’ve really become a baby, haven’t you?-
‘My mind is still an adult, though.’
What was there to be embarrassed about? I was a complete newborn!
From what I could gather, this was a wealthy household in a medieval European style setting.
Once again, I had been born into an affluent family.
Well, it was a relief to be born into money this time.
But the greatest relief was, perhaps,
-Woo-tak! I heard people talking earlier—looks like you’re getting a naming ceremony soon!-
Kya-kyak-kyak.
It was Seonnyeo, laughing brightly before me.
I had no idea how she’d managed to follow me into another world after reincarnation.
But with Seonnyeo at my side, a life of wealth and glory was all but guaranteed in this life too. Long live Seonnyeo!
‘Seonnyeo! Will I be able to walk the path of gold and jewels again in this life?’
-Well, if I can recover my power like before, sure?-
Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?
‘What happened to all the Merit I’d worked so hard to accumulate?’
-You were reincarnated, so of course it all disappeared.-
What did you say!!
“Waaaah!”
‘No, no, no!’
“Oh my! What on earth is happening!”
A Shaman’s power comes from the god she serves.
But where does a god’s power come from?
It comes from her devoted followers praying diligently and accumulating merit.
Sometimes a god will charge herself by visiting a sacred mountain, but.
Our Seonnyeo, at any rate, was not that type. She preferred idol concert venues to mountains.
Regardless. The tower of merit I’d spent some twenty years building through devoted prayer had crumbled to dust!!
‘Logically, if I’ve been reincarnated, shouldn’t I get a reincarnation buff too….’
This is infuriating.
I’d be better off if I’d possessed someone—at least then I could move around.
“Waaaaah!”
‘I’m a newborn, for heaven’s sake!’
All I can manage when I try to move is flailing my limbs uselessly.
Good grief.
For the next several months, I won’t even be able to speak—just trapped like this, helpless.
At least Seonnyeo’s here with me, so I won’t be bored….
-Oh wow! But Woo-tak! You’re absolutely adorable! When you grow up, you’ll be a total idol star!
won’t be bored….
-Your hair and lashes are golden! So luminous! And your eyes are blue!! How precious!
won’t….
-Your limbs are so long! You’re going to shoot up like a beanstalk!!
Ugh! Quiet!
It’s not just not boring—my ears are ringing from the noise.
Sometimes I think it would’ve been better if I couldn’t hear or see anything at all.
The image of Seonnyeo in my mind—mystical, divine, venerable—was crumbling to pieces.
‘Completely shocking.’
But as they say, fortune and misfortune are linked.
Though Seonnyeo’s incessant chatter made her seem foolish, it eased the suffocation of being trapped in an infant’s body.
And even though she’d lost her power, she hadn’t lost her dignity, and that only deepened my faith in her greatness.
Right. I can build up power gradually. After all, I’m just a baby, aren’t I?
Besides, after observing for several days, I realized the place where I was born isn’t just “comfortable”—it’s something else entirely.
Even my eye, accustomed to fine things, could sense immense wealth in every corner of this house.
This works. This actually works…!
‘Heh heh heh. If I can just get support from the household, I’ll be set quite nicely.’
A family of this caliber must be quite an aristocratic lineage.
I don’t know what house this is or which child I am in the family.
Since I have no ambition for power, I can simply ask them to give me a decent allowance, can’t I?
The one thing that bothers me is that I haven’t seen my parents’ faces yet.
‘No, seriously—why do they only visit when I’m sleeping fifteen hours a day?’
Well, that’s fine too.
I have Seonnyeo with me.
Even if my power is limited, with Seonnyeo by my side, I can win them over one way or another.
And so I waited for the day I would meet my parents.
Then, a few days later.
‘Holy… these people are my parents?’
Holy, holy…!!
I was genuinely dazzled.
Dazzled by what, you ask? Their faces!!
Both of them were radiant!!
‘Gah, so blinding…!’
Somehow.
The fuss Seonnyeo made while I slept, saying my parents came and went—now I understood why.
Especially my mother; I thought she was actually emitting a halo.
Luminous golden hair, a tender smile. Ah, are you truly my goddess?
-Woo-tak, snap out of it.
‘Ahem.’
Across all my lives, I’d never been so overwhelmed by sheer beauty that I lost my mind.
Father was a handsome man too—though it’s more accurate to call him delicately handsome rather than ruggedly masculine. Like an idol, really….
—Kyaaaah! Woo-tak! Your dad is absolutely amazing!!
‘Seonnyeo, pull yourself together.’
An idol-like appearance, indeed.
I watched hearts literally shoot out of Seonnyeo’s eyes in real time.
Damn. Every time I see Father from now on, she’ll probably scream. A promising future ahead.
‘Wait. If my parents have faces like this… what does mine look like…?’
Was this the legendary reincarnation gacha jackpot everyone talked about?
I’d already suspected as much, given how often Seonnyeo made a fuss about things.
But I never imagined they’d actually be this otherworldly.
Now, staring at these two faces—mirrors of my future self—my anticipation swelled.
‘A mirror… I want to see a mirror…!’
Instead, I found myself utterly transfixed by their faces.
And then it struck me: both of them had intensely sacred features. Even their auras felt sacred.
‘Hold on. Now that I’m looking… their clothes….’
…?
They looked rather like vestments.
“Ah yes, we’ve set a date for the child’s Naming Ceremony.”
“My goodness, congratulations, Your Eminence.”
…Excuse me?
I looked up at Father with trembling eyes.
‘My father is a Cardinal…?’
My gaze drifted to Seonnyeo, who was circling Father and squeaking with delight.
Thank goodness? Not really.
At least the family gacha pulled something decent.
***
‘A Shaman reborn into the Otherworld from birth turns out to be a Cardinal’s son….’
That sounds like the title of a web novel I’d never want to read. Yet here we are, and it’s real.
‘Seonnyeo, if they find out I’m a Shaman, will I be thrown out of the family?’
—These people don’t seem like they’d even notice you’re a Shaman.
I sighed, watching Seonnyeo float upside-down in front of me.
For now, I’ll hold off on using Seonnyeo to win favor.
I know what happens if we’re discovered.
I don’t know much about this world yet, but if a Cardinal’s son is exposed as a heretic, whatever comes next will be catastrophic—no matter what.
So what do I do now?
But that wasn’t the only problem.
‘Seonnyeo, your Divine Power still isn’t recharging?’
—No. This place seems different from Earth.
Because Divine Power wasn’t recharging, Seonnyeo’s form was growing fainter with each passing day.
‘Damn….’
I gnawed anxiously at my fingernails.
Of course, I still had no teeth, so I couldn’t actually bite anything—but still.
I can state it with confidence:
Right now, I’m completely dependent on Seonnyeo!
No, wait. What else can I do? I’m just a newborn—all I can manage is babbling and squirming.
But Seonnyeo is disappearing!
Honestly, I’m a little tempted by the wealth and glory she could bring me.
But that’s not really the point.
In my last life and in this one. I just want to stay with Seonnyeo, who’s watched over me since birth, just like this.
I can’t imagine a life without her.
There has to be a way.
Let me form a hypothesis. Thinking from the fundamentals: Seonnyeo right now has no connection to this world whatsoever.
In the end, isn’t it a frequency mismatch between Seonnyeo and this world?
So if I align that frequency… wouldn’t Divine Power recharge naturally?
‘The problem is how to align it.’
Ultimately, I need to become entangled with this world somehow.
As I spiraled deeper into thought, two servants entered to tidy the room and began whispering to each other.
“Is that really true?”
“What is?”
“That Elysian has disappeared.”
“Ah, I’ve only heard rumors myself. But watching Cardinal these days, it really does seem like it could be true….”
“It’s been several months since the Saint last heard Elysian’s voice, hasn’t it?”
“A Saint who cannot hear the word of God. Rather ironic, isn’t it?”
The two of them chattered away without pause, their words sweeping the dust from the room as they spoke.
‘…The god has vanished?’
-Wow, so the god’s name is Elysian? That’s beautiful!
‘Your name is beautiful too, Seonnyeo.’
-It’s not that my name isn’t beautiful or anything, just… Elysian, Elysian. There’s something so refined about it, you know? I wish I had a name like that.
‘!!’
That’s it!!
‘Seonnyeo!’
-Hm?
‘Let’s change our names!’
-What?
‘To Elysian!’
-Huh?
The Otherworld’s Seonnyeo and Seo Woo-tak
Author:
Geulma
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Storyzak
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Publication Date:
August 5, 2026
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