NBFF 100

South Korea, Seoul.

The long-standing culture of coffee-loving Koreans had not faded even after the country went through its turbulent era.

The sheer number of densely packed cafés was proof of that.

But that didn’t mean one could simply imagine cafés like those of the past.

Slurp.

Oh Hyeonseong sat by the window, drinking coffee.

As befitting a café in the heart of Seoul, the interior of the building was extremely sophisticated, and since it was a quiet afternoon, the atmosphere was pleasant as well.

But his expression quickly twisted into a frown.

“Khack! Ugh…”

Oh Hyeonseong’s shoulders trembled.

It had been a long time since he’d had coffee in the city, and because of that, he’d forgotten.

Just how horribly awful coffee beans had become.

Damn it. I’ve completely ruined my palate.

It tasted self-destructive, almost like Satan’s phlegm.

It was almost unbelievable that so many people willingly drank…