episode_0005

The world is pure white.

There is no space that is not completely white, including the sky, the ground, and the surroundings.

And in that space, images of the past begin to appear before my eyes, however vaguely.

…….

Mom, what the hell. It was a flash of light.

Are you sure you really lost?

Don’t be a jerk.

I’m the main character.

I think back to my last moments.

An overwhelming weapon disguised as a book.

The sight of that weapon striking my head without mercy.

Thinking about that, I thought with confidence.

huh!

It’s true that I’m behind!

I understood in an instant.

Since I died cleanly anyway, it’s time to start behaving properly in accordance with the times.

What era is this?

okay.

This is an era of skyrocketing land and house prices.

If you don’t secure it in advance, it’s a hardcore life where you’ll have to live on rent even after going to heaven.

It’s not too late, right?

I’ll just do it once.

Just hit the yolk!

I’ll put it in!

While I was lost in thought, I suddenly saw myself in the past talking to Mr. Kang Hyuk.

The appearance of the sullen old man at the last moment was a bit shitty, but the content of what he was saying was hard to just ignore.

“Why does Mr. Sage take action so often?”

“You’ll know when you experience it.”

Suddenly, I remembered the name of the book I had borrowed from the library.

If you regress 30 times, it’s crazy.

The name of the book seemed to point me to some answer now.

My brain, which I had never used properly in my entire life, began to work little by little.

Words slowly come together in my head.

Taking action in advance.

I’ve been through it.

Prediction and action.

Unwanted results.

return.

Even if I was stupid, at this point I thought I knew what answer the words combined would lead to.

But then, for a moment, my consciousness began to flicker again.

What good does that do!

Buying land is more important!

Let’s go! To heaven and earth!

***

“Don’t touch the yolk land!!! You little shits!!!”

A person who had just come to his senses opened his eyes and started saying crazy things.

It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.

No, this is really the first time I’ve seen that ceiling.

It’s not like the introduction to a light novel.

After getting up, I looked around to figure out where I was.

Then suddenly I remembered my last day.

ah.

What a bitch.

I felt his head and there were no stitches.

There was only a slight chill.

I stroke my hair and engrave in my mind the feelings I am feeling right now.

‘If you don’t send it in one go, it’s your turn next, you piece of shit.’

Perhaps because I regained consciousness, I began to slowly remember the contents of my dream.

Then my head stopped again.

‘Move, you fucking head.’

Hit your head with your hand three or four times.

Sure, my hands hurt, but it definitely worked.

My head started moving again.

I think with a creaky head.

Conclusion 1) The black numbers increase as the person goes through the future and regresses. One number per future.

Conclusion 2) What is called a prediction is actually just a vague fragmentary memory that remains after regression.

Conclusion 3) However, most people think of regression as simply prediction and act accordingly. In other words, they do not recognize regression.

To be honest, it was a sloppy conclusion.

No one told me, and it’s not like it fits perfectly.

It could not be completely certain and was subject to revision at any time.

But assuming that everyone was able to return, it was the best conclusion I could come to.

Additionally, I briefly thought of one more speculative conclusion.

Conclusion 4) When regressing from the future, the red numbers increase only in the following cases:

4-1) When it is an unexpected situation that is completely different from the future you have experienced.

4-2) When you tried to avoid it but couldn’t

An example of 4-1) is a situation where an unexpected situation occurs, such as being involved in a traffic accident right after you step out in front of your house.

An example of 4-2) is a situation where you try to avoid the rain but end up getting wet.

Perhaps, in the case of one agent, it would be 4-2).

I expected to get drunk and tried to drift back home, but I was thoroughly blocked by the manager, so I thought the red number went up.

However, there are still some unresolved questions.

Question 1) What is the standard for returning from a future experience through regression?

Question 2) How many regressions can be done at once?

Question 3) When you regress, how much of the future can you experience?

At that moment, I thought of Mr. Kang Hyuk.

Judging from the fact that he said he had been through it, it seemed like he was able to regress and was aware of it, unlike other people.

But he kept it a secret from me and didn’t tell me.

Got it, you piece of shit.

We shouldn’t just say, ‘That could be the case.’

If you’re not careful, it could become a point where you say, “Oh, that sweet potato is bad. I’m getting off.”

So, the right attitude for a web novel protagonist is to immediately scream when he gets angry.

The moment I picked up my phone to call Mr. Kang Hyuk, the curtain on the left suddenly opened.

And then a woman in white poked her face through the open curtains.

The woman saw me get up and said with a smile on her face.

“Oh, you’re finally awake!”

“……?”

“If you hadn’t woken up today, I was going to contact the mutual aid agency.”

She was a woman who looked to be in her late 20s with a brown ponytail.

The words coming out of his mouth were completely unfunny jokes, but words like that did not reach my ears.

Because there was a huge and sacred object that just came into my sight.

Mamma dispenser.

The beautiful and magnificent Mamma Dispenser is now before my eyes.

No, I’m correcting that.

It’s not possible to express everything with such vulgar words.

okay.

This is a medical bag.

It is a magical lump that can revive a dying person once.

I took my eyes off the medical bag in front of me and asked the woman.

“But where is this place?”

“This is the infirmary. But are you really alive?”

“Why are you killing a healthy person?”

“……Do you remember how you were brought in?”

The woman’s expression was filled with a variety of emotions.

Admiration for the tenacity of human life.

A disgusting feeling, like seeing a living humanoid cockroach.

Above all, doubt about whether the facts that we see now are correct.

“About it?”

“If a normal person gets hit with that, they’ll either become paralyzed or die instantly.”

She scratched her head and continued speaking.

“Do you remember how many times you got hit?”

“Two?”

“Three generations. How on earth did you live?”

In the end, you hit three times.

Fuck.

“Anyway, I guess I don’t need that. I thought I’d use it, but unfortunately I can’t.”

As she spoke, the woman pointed to a place where there were numerous chrysanthemum flowers.

The expression on his face as if he was disappointed that he couldn’t use it was kind of shitty.

What the fuck?

What’s wrong with you, bitch?

In this world, you reap what you sow.

So I decided to give back in kind.

“Anyway, thank you for your help, ma’am.”

“Sister, you fucking bastard!!!!”

It was a woman who picked up a knife in an instant.

“Who…”

“Yeah. Call me sister.”

“What are you talking about, Sister? Just kill me, you old lady.”

“You piece of shit!!!”

He threw his sword, but it was easily deflected by his head.

Then, something outside came into my sight.

It was already the time when the sun had set and darkness was beginning to fall.

Meanwhile, the woman who saw the absurd sight said as if she was fed up.

“Oh, that’s enough. Lee Ye-rim. Call me Noona Ye-rim.”

“Yes, Sister Yerim. This is Kim Shinwoo.”

Sister Yerim waved her hand slightly and pointed to the infirmary door.

“It looks okay, so go ahead. I’ll see you again soon.”

“I was taken by surprise and brought here. I won’t see you again.”

“I have a feeling you’ll be seeing me often.”

There’s no other doctor you can ask to see, you old lady, except an obstetrician and gynecologist.

I don’t want to live a life that’s chewy like rice noodles.

Then, it was Yerim who told me to go out, but she was actually sitting at the desk and lazing around.

It was probably the end of work at this hour, so I asked him because I was curious why he wasn’t leaving.

“Does your sister hate leaving work?”

“On duty. You piece of shit.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sister Yerim said while gritting her teeth.

“If you get a boyfriend, I’ll give it to you.”

“You’ll make it in no time.”

“So, since I got a job, I’ve been on duty without fail.”

“……”

Still, he was the first person to receive help from the Academy.

Just before I left, I asked Yerim for a favor.

“Do you have any specific requirements for the boyfriend you want?”

“Are you working? I’m not interested in dating.”

Such excessive self-consciousness must be punished immediately.

“No, I’m a bit like that too. I think I smell like a chicken coop.”

“I’m still a chick in the henhouse, you piece of shit.”

No, the chicken coops are all over the place.

Are there any burrows in the chicken coop?

Where is the chicken coop bitch with no conscience?

Sister Yerim sighed and spoke with vain eyes.

“A face that matches the age is fine. So why?”

“I know an old man, so I thought I’d introduce him to you.”

“Please!!! Please!!!”

I showed the old man his profile on my cell phone.

As expected of an old man who lived his life like a bum, there weren’t even a few proper photos on his profile.

Yerim, who was looking at the profile with sharp eyes that were searching for prey, spoke very seriously.

“There is potential, but I’m not sure.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend anyway, so you can go even if you can’t eat.”

Sister Yerim took my cell phone, dialed her number and gave it to me.

“Okay. This is my contact information, so please introduce yourself.”

“Yes. When I meet you, I’ll tell you to shave your beard and dress neatly.”

“Okay. If it goes well, I’ll ask you to officiate and sing the wedding song.”

“…What should I do if I’m already in the Kimchi-guk triangle?”

But it was Yerim who was staring blankly into space with her eyes half-asleep and drooling, as if she couldn’t hear what I was saying.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to have three kids? Name them Areum, Daun, and Sarang.”

“……Sister, stop. Everything is fine, so please change the name.”

That name won’t work.

You might shed tears of blood later.

Then suddenly, the most important thing occurred to me.

“Oh, how old should I introduce you as?”

“Age 28.”

It was Yerim who suddenly avoided eye contact and spoke her international age instead of her Korean age.

“How old were you?”

“Age 28.”

But I was sure.

I’m 30 years old.

Because even though I saw the beautiful medical pouch earlier, my mind didn’t react much.

okay.

The auntie detector has been activated.

I smiled and tried to leave the infirmary.

“I understand. Don’t worry.”

“Sorry!!! Tell them I’m at least 29!!!”

It was Yerim who suddenly grabbed my trouser leg and begged me.

Even though she was a 30-year-old woman with no conscience, I decided to let her off the hook just this once.

“Just this once.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

I left the infirmary, leaving behind Yerim, who was repeatedly greeting me.

At that moment, Yerim muttered as if she had forgotten.

“Ah, today is the 7th day since I was brought here…”

Unfortunately, I didn’t hear the content.

***

As soon as I left the infirmary, the first thought that came to my mind was none other than books.

I felt a little sorry that I borrowed it so eagerly but never got to read it.

According to Yerim, the books we borrowed have already been moved to the dormitory.

But I already had a rough idea about the ability.

A situation where books and paperwork are no longer needed.

Except for the novel ’30 Returns’, I decided to return the rest of the lighters quietly.

And on the way to the restaurant, I made the phone call to the old man that I hadn’t been able to make earlier.

There was a ringtone, but the man hung up the phone as soon as he picked up.

huh.

I have more time.

I’m gonna keep yapping until I get it, you piece of shit.

Finally, after several attempts, the call was connected.

– “You crazy bastard! Stop talking on the phone because I can’t concentrate! ”

“You little brat. You hit me again? ”

– “Does that kid know that and call without any sense? Hang up, fucking idiot.”

“Why are you being so grumpy when you just made your first public statement yesterday?”

The old man seemed more irritated than usual, perhaps because he was so upset that he was interrupted during happy hour.

Then the old man answered as if something was strange.

– “What the hell is yesterday? Anyway, why did you call? Hurry up before my dick gets cold.”

“If you asked me what I should do in advance, I would say, ‘I’ve experienced it,’ right?’

– “Really? Me?”

“What if dementia comes already when it doesn’t even fit well?”

– “My head is more delicate than yours.”

He was a man who was as stubborn as I was, but he was buying expensive things.

The old man urged me to continue talking, as if he wanted to quickly return to happy hour.

– “Anyway, let’s say that. So why.”

“I’ll be honest with you. Can you regress, sir?”

– “……Stop talking nonsense. I’m hanging up.”

I spoke quickly because the old man was about to hang up the phone without answering.

“Acting in advance is a matter of prediction, not of experience.”

– “So?”

“From the point where he says he experienced it, the old man’s words should be interpreted within the realm of experience.”

– “You thought I could regress with something like that?”

“Yes.”

The old man laughed slightly and then tried to hang up the phone.

– “This is so annoying. I don’t know. Take care.”

“Oh, right.”

Since the old man didn’t seem to have any intention of answering readily, I threw out a bait.

“I was going to introduce you to a girl, but it’s a shame.”

– “……Is it pretty?”

The old man took the bait.

Instead of answering the old man, I sent him a photo of Yerim through messenger.

A few seconds later, the old man’s desperate cries were heard.

– “Hey! Please! Save me, hyung! Please! ”

“Didn’t you say you were going to hang up? Goodbye.”

– “Hyung Shinwoo! I can regress! So please save me!”

The man was so desperate that he even spoke to me formally.

Now, regression was not important to the old man.

It was a pitiful and desperate sight, struggling to seize the present opportunity.

“Oh my! You look busy, so I can’t take up your time.”

– “I can revert up to 30 minutes! 1 hour cooldown! That’s really it!!!”

“I should have told you earlier.”

The old man didn’t want to upset me, so he immediately confessed about the regression.

Then the old man asked me back, as if something was strange.

– “Hey, but how did you suddenly know about regression?”

“You’ll know when your head breaks.”

– “……How can I break your head? Should I breathe on you?”

The old man spoke as if it was nonsense, perhaps remembering the hardness of my head.

I briefly summarized my conclusions and relayed them to the old man.

People’s predictions and actions actually come from regression, and my ability seems to be to read that number.

Finally, since everyone has a number above their head, it seems like everyone can regress.

The old man, who had heard everything I said, spoke with a trembling voice as if he was anxious.

– “Don’t you dare report me? This is fucked up, seriously.”

“If you take it easy, I won’t report you and I’ll introduce you to a girl.”

– “Damn it! I believed in you! Brother! ”

The old man took a few deep breaths, perhaps to calm down, before opening his mouth.

– “As I said earlier, I can regress from up to 30 minutes into the future.”

“Would other people be the same?”

– “How would I know that? Anyway, once I regress, I can’t regress for an hour.”

“But you didn’t do it as often as I thought?”

Certainly, the number above the old man’s head was not as big as I thought.

Even though it was a regression that could be done frequently because the interval was short.

– “It’s an awkward ability. So I don’t use it much these days except when I’m choosing a daughter.”

“It’s really fucking useless, but I still use it.”

– “If you fall for a cover scam, you have no choice but to use it. At least save time.”

At that moment, I remembered the moment when I was first tricked by Mr. Kang Hyuk.

” I also wrote it when I recommend it as a life work !!!!

– “Honestly, was it awesome?”

I’m about to have PTSD again because of that fucking love.

“You won’t even tell me something this important? Aren’t you a traitor!”

– “Kya?Ru?”

“But is there a reason to keep this so secret?”

– “Of course.”

The old man explained it as if it were something very obvious, as if he was talking about common sense.

– “Regression is a type of prediction of the future.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

– “I already have multiple abilities, so what if I have regression on top of that?”

“…….Ah.”

– “I’m going to work you until you die.”

For those with abilities, Korea is a very spicy country.

The treatment of those with abilities is a mess, and yet they try to control everything.

And in the meantime, you’re bragging that you can predict the future?

You could actually be locked up somewhere.

At that moment, the old man suddenly spoke as if he had remembered something.

– “Hey, wait a minute. You said you saw numbers above everyone’s heads? ”

“For now?”

– “If that’s true, then I guess everyone can regress?”

“Right…right?”

As I answered hesitantly, the old man quickly continued speaking.

– “No, listen carefully. What do you think would be the criteria for determining whether or not a regression is recognized?”

“……I don’t know.”

– “I think it’s about the presence or absence of ability.”

The old man spoke calmly, but he seemed to have some conviction.

“Do you have any basis for this?”

– “It’s not really a basis, it’s just experience and intuition.”

“It’s a little ambiguous?”

– “Of all the guys I’ve met so far, all of them who could predict my actions even a little were capable.”

“Aha.”

It was an explanation from the old man that was somewhat understandable.

At that moment, something unsettling occurred to me.

“Fuck.”

– “Why are you like that?”

“Usually only talented people come to the academy, right?”

– “That’s right.”

“Dogs and cows, will they all regress?”

– “That’s why you always think the worst. You can’t regress, so you can’t pretend it never happened.”

I suddenly became angry at the old man’s words.

“Fuck, you’re recommending Halkas to such a poor person!”

– “Ah, so just think of the worst.”

“Ha…good work.”

The moment I was about to hang up the phone, Mr. Kang Hyuk suddenly shouted at me urgently.

– “Shinwoo hyung! Introduce me to that girl! Please!”

“Oh, that’s what you mean?”

Now the relationship between A and B has changed.

I spoke to Mr. Kang Hyuk with the utmost meanness.

“Bark like a dog.”

– “We will definitely push forward this policy as an economic policy for the common people.”

“I’ll give you my contact information.”

I tried to make it keep barking, but this was unavoidable.

Mr. Kang Hyuk must have been really in a hurry because he quickly hung up the phone as soon as he received the number.

I gathered my thoughts while having a late dinner at a restaurant.

It is impossible for me to regress on my own.

But you can tell if others are returning or not.

Everyone in the Academy assumes that regression is possible.

There are two types to watch out for.

One is someone whose black numbers are very high compared to their red numbers.

It means that there have been many regressions, but there have been only a few failures.

Another one is a person who has a very small black number, but is surprisingly successful.

In this case, since a small number of regressions yielded sufficient gains, it is likely that they were able to foresee a long future.

Although it was an unintended direction, it ultimately helped me learn what my abilities were.

And for dinner, we had delicious soy sauce.

Could anything be better than this?

It’s so good.

***

◦ ◦ Good fuck!

As my brain filled with glucose, my head started spinning.

And then I realized the most retarded aspect of my abilities.

Wow! Regression!

You know how to do it!

But I can’t do it!

I bought a lot of soju at the convenience store inside the academy and headed to the dormitory.

Then, I came across a bench in the middle and sat down with a thud.

Then he took a bottle out of the bag, blew on it, and swore at it.

“Fuck!!!!”

What do you do when you know about other people’s regression?

I can’t use it and I’m just watching.

Even self-defense in defeat would be less miserable than this.

” I want to return too, dogs … ”

If I use the power of [Mol?ru], wouldn’t I be able to regress?

There is no [Mol?lu], sir!

He shoves the bitter alcohol down his throat.

But even the alcohol couldn’t stop the anger from welling up.

“Even dogs and cows can regress!! Why can’t I!!!!!”

It didn’t take long for the full bottle of alcohol to turn into an empty one.

And my hands were already pulling out the third bottle.

“Drink and get lost, damn it…There are still 5 days left until class starts.”

At that moment, a warning sounded from somewhere in my head.

A sharp warning pierced my brain, telling me to check my phone and the date.

But what is alcohol?

Doesn’t it cloud your judgment and cause numerous accidents?

So I said I was born by mistake.

This is Born From Alcohol Baby.

My head, dulled by alcohol, finally managed to push away the warnings in my head.

He opens the bottle again and takes a swig down his throat.

To avoid even the slightest thought of this shit, I just held the soju in my mouth and drank it down.

So in just one hour, I already finished five bottles of soju.

At that moment, without any warning, the water suddenly began to surge forward.

I had the will to force myself to endure it, but at the same time, a corner of my heart was whispering to me not to reject the sweet temptation of sleep.

Before I knew it, I was dozing off with the bottle of soju in my hand.

I heard a clicking sound from somewhere, but I had already succumbed to the temptation of sleep.

Eventually, I fell into a deep sleep without realizing anything.

The next day, an article appeared in the school newspaper that got everyone excited.

The title consisted solely of provocative words: ‘Life is ruined. Suicide.’

And the photo attached to the article was of me asleep, holding a bottle of soju.

Of course, it was a story I didn’t know yet.

Not yet, that is.