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    ***

    I left school early and succeeded in getting home after several hours of digging.

    How did you find the house?

    I found it by looking at the shipping address on the internet shopping mall site.

    I tried combining the particularly shiny numbers for the house’s door lock, and the birthday was the correct answer, so I was able to get in easily.

    One thing I realized after going through several dimensions was that my body seemed to recover as the possession took place.

    Well, according to the rules of dimensional travel, the original owners of the body are already dead or unconscious.

    The reason I woke up from a coma and the reason my dead body came back to life at work due to overwork was ultimately because I was possessed.

    I seemed to live alone, and from my cell phone records, it seemed like I didn’t have much contact with my parents.

    I was lying on the bed in my spare room, tapping my feet and thinking.

    “Ah, but didn’t I mess up?”

    It’s obsessive and naive of the opposite sex, I don’t get memories every time I’m possessed, and I don’t know anything about work, so I wonder how I can adapt to it.

    This time, I was possessed and looked over what I had done so far, but I was at a loss because I couldn’t understand it.

    “Should I continue to move through dimensions and move to the wealthy family?…”

    In reality, it’s to the point where we need to do a re-semalling.

    Time passed by on its own as I looked blankly at the ceiling and worried about what would happen next.

    I felt like I lay down for a while, but before I knew it, it was dinner time.

    Growling. The belly clock rang loudly.

    “Now that I think about it, I haven’t eaten anything today.”

    I was so out of it that I didn’t even know I was hungry.

    After changing into comfortable clothes, I went to the convenience store.

    After picking up the triangular gimbap out of habit at the convenience store, I paused.

    ‘This is the food the deceased enjoyed eating while he was alive.’

    I felt very uncomfortable, perhaps because it was the food I ate before I was run over in the last dimension.

    “Okay, since we’re already here, let’s eat some soup.”

    I decided to find a Sundae soup restaurant nearby with a reasonable rating.

    ***

    Sundae Gukbap is my favorite food. There are some that are cost-effective, but eating rice in a hot and spicy soup will energize your body.

    Usually, if you eat it in winter, the effect is doubled, but eating it in early summer like now doesn’t mean it’s less delicious.

    I rolled up a generous amount of rice into the special sundae soup and stirred it, pressing it down with a spoon.

    A plate of assorted sundae was also placed in front of the soup. It was a lot for an adult man to eat, but today I felt like I wanted to eat something to fill my stomach.

    This is because my soul starved while traveling through dimensions three times.

    “Uh huh.”

    When I put the rice I scooped up with a spoon into my mouth, it was so hot that I couldn’t spit it out or swallow it, and it cooled in my mouth.

    And a glass of water.

    The roof of my mouth was burned and tingly, but it felt good.

    Sundae Gukbap is delicious food on all levels.

    “Now… this time it’s assorted sundae.”

    I picked up a piece of cold meat with chopsticks and dipped it in ssamjang.

    Om nyom nyom.

    I feel like my gloomy mood has cleared up.

    This is healing, this is Yasu.

    If someone saw it, they would see it as pitiful because it was a normal man eating soup while making a fuss, but I really don’t want to lose face.

    What kind of respect do you have at a soup restaurant in the first place? All you have to do is just eat whatever you want.

    As I was enjoying the soup with a few spoonfuls, someone came into the store with a loud noise.

    “I didn’t know it would be in a place like this. And I didn’t even know you liked soup.”

    Someone sat in front of me, and I instinctively sensed that I was being fucked.

    “Cough… Team Leader Lee Mi-na.”

    There she was in front of me, wearing the same outfit I saw at work today, with black short hair that looked good on her.

    She looked at me with an expressionless face.

    When I heard her sudden surprise and coughed, she naturally handed me water.

    “Thank you.”

    After coughing a few more times, the coughing subsided, and I took a breath and thanked her.

    “What.”

    “By the way, what brought you here? Did the team leader come to eat soup too?”

    Her eyebrows rose and fell slightly at the word ‘Team Leader.’

    “No, I saw Inho on the way home from work. I just came in.”

    “I see. I guess you’re around here at home?”

    “I think I said it last time.”

    “I guess I forgot.”

    “Is that so? But Mr. Inho.”

    “Yes?”

    She asked, leaning forward.

    “Why are you called team leader?”

    “Ah… I see.”

    Why did they call me something different in private? That’s what they called me.

    I quickly remembered the company I worked for. If you meet in private and call each other by different names, you must be quite close.

    They’re probably not dating, and their age… I don’t think they’re the same age.

    Well, just shout it out and say it was a joke.

    “Then… Mina sister?”

    As she spoke while tilting her head, her face, which had always been expressionless, suddenly turned red.

    Pong. A sound effect was heard, and she turned her gaze with a red face.

    “Oh, no. Our company doesn’t call people by job title. You add neem or seeds. That’s what I was trying to say.”

    As I watched her speak in a hushed voice, I wondered if this was the same person who had been giving off such chills in the conference room earlier.

    “It was a joke.”

    “It was a joke?”

    When I started eating the soup again, she returned with a blank expression, as if she had never done that before.

    “Inho, if you’re doing it because you’re shy, it’s okay with me. Well, you can call me ‘noona’ outside of work.”

    As I watched her pretend to be logical and begin her story, I put a piece of cold meat into my mouth.

    ‘AC, you touched the wrong switch again.’

    I guess I’m not having any luck taking pictures.

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