Aha! Since you've already plopped down here in the marketplace, why not listen to what I have to say!

Come now, those with ears, wash them well, and those with eyes, open them wide. My storytelling is so marvelous, it'll feel like a picture is being drawn right in your palms!

Ahem! Alright, alright. Don't glare at me so harshly! This isn't some stale story like a piece of spoiled rice cake dropped on the ground, so take your worries and stuff them into that passing nobleman's jade box! Now, I shall truly open my bundle of stories!

I shall recite the secret history of this land surrounded by seven peaks where the world's energy gathers like a folding screen—the land called Daesanguk.

If you look at the layout of this country, it is truly a blessed land. The capital, 「Jeongham」, is shaped like a giant tripod pot turned upside down, and the heat that boils day and night rises so steadily that it practically steals one's soul.

And listen! It's as warm as scorched rice sticking to a cauldron, so all the world's wealth and people gather inside that pot! It truly is an inexhaustible treasure trove, isn't it?

The people are full of praise whenever they open their mouths. "Oh, our Lord Tiger, the heaven-sent sage-king Beom San-hu!" they say, prostrating themselves in worship.

They say that when he descended and placed his palm upon the barren wasteland, it became fertile soil, and flowers bloomed on withered old trees.

Is that all? On the day he first set foot on earth, he personally hid his true form and mingled with the lowly humans, fearing they might be startled... His grace is as vast as the sea, so on the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, everyone—young and old—wears beast masks and dances joyfully in the 「Hogwangje」 festival to commemorate that day!

...However, even a pleasant song gets old after a few times. If the high and mighty Historian Lords up there in the clouds of the Celestial Realm saw this, they wouldn't just be laughing their heads off—their jaws would have dropped off entirely.

Why, you ask? Because the reality of that grand 'Descent' was actually an expulsion so embarrassing he couldn't even open his mouth about it!

Yes, yes, it was that night, the one they call the first year of the Descent.

In the Celestial banquet vibrating with the scent of peaches, there was a tiger gulping down grain tea (liquor) like water in the Garden of Heanyuan, and that was none other than Beom San-hu.

This fellow got so drunk that the intoxication reached the tip of his crown, and as he staggered about, he caused a world-shaking disaster with his front paw.

What he broke wasn't a liquor jar, but the 『Ink of the Register』 that recorded the fortunes and misfortunes of all human affairs!

The destinies of perfectly fine humans became dark and smeared with ink, so wouldn't the Jade Emperor's face turn red and blue with rage?

"You furry beast! How dare you blot out the secrets of heaven with your drunken antics?!"

Oh boy, oh my! With a thunderous scolding, the Emperor kicked the tiger's backside, and it was quite a sight to behold.

A glorious descent to the earth? Not a chance! It was an exile, kicked out as if his tail were on fire.

And so, the fellow who was kicked out into the human world said something truly classic, listen to this.