God Bless You

The eldest son of the household blinked hard, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The landscape in front of him looked like it had leapt straight out of the Joseon era—centuries back in time, almost 500 years ago. Then came the shocker. “Wait… you’re telling me I can’t return unless I stay with a widow?!” The words hung in the air, absurd yet strangely serious. He wasn’t dreaming—this was real, and the past had just become his new present.