episode_0032

『You’re here again.』

“…….”

Eunha opened her eyes at a small fortune telling shop she had seen one day.

Silk threads and magatama beads hang from the ceiling, and in front of you is a [black person] wearing a pitch black suit and hat.

The pure white inverted cross waving like an accessory on ‘that’ hat stands out.

“…I heard the bell ringing for my life.”

『It was a disaster.』

“I felt what it felt like to eat rice balls from a convenience store that had passed their expiration date after being left out for a while.”

『It’s okay, kid. It will be okay now.』

This time, the [Beast] sat her on his lap and stroked Eunha’s head with three hands.

Cold palms that feel chilly. Eunha looked out the window while listening to the crying sound that imitated ‘that’ human being.

Today too, numerous will-o’-the-wisps were flowing somewhere.

… Am I dead again?

It’s ridiculous to keep doing this and dying of old age.

Eunha remembered the old man with turquoise eyes who looked at her with a kind smile.

While pretending to be so nice, he hit me in the back.

Soon, I will have to take you on the blood donation bus to take care of your health.

“Is this the afterlife?”

『That’s the corner of the road.』

“Can I take a video?”

『I won’t stop you.』

Rustling…

[The person in black], who was obediently answering Eunha’s questions, suddenly pulled something out from under the table.

Something… food that looked like rice crackers was served on an old-fashioned plate.

Eunha, who was quietly looking down at the food that [Black Person] took out, asked cautiously.

“What is this?”

『Didn’t I ask you if there was anything to eat last time? So I made simple snacks.』

ah. Did you make it yourself?

It’s homely.

I couldn’t see his face because of the darkness, but I felt like he was inviting me to eat it.

Eunha picked up an unknown cookie on a plate and took a bite without any doubt.

The [Beast] behind also stretches out its arms and takes the snacks.

『Buckwheat flour mixed with honey and fried. We often shared it when there was something to celebrate.』

“Um… um…”

He frowned as he munched on his snack(?).

Something… like picking up and eating an old cookie that was stuck on top of a cupboard at my grandmother’s house…

It’s not tasteless, but it feels vague to be called a snack.

I just asked if there was anything to eat, and BC snacks came out.

Am embarrassed.

“It tastes like old times.”

『… … is it.”

With that, he picked up the cookie and ate it without saying a word.

I’m sure you weren’t offended by the term “old-fashioned snacks.”

For your information, most of the snacks were eaten by the [Beast] who had Eunha sitting on his lap.

The cry of a hungry animal coming from behind was enough to send shivers down Eunha’s spine.

『Now it’s time to go back.』

“It was delicious.”

『Is there anything difficult about it?』

“The text in the book is broken. The strange old man blocked it.”

『Please pay attention. I don’t know why, but that kid definitely blocked it for you.』

I ate all the cookies.

It tasted better than I expected. The taste of reaching for something without thinking.

『Goodbye, child. It’s time to wake up.』

“See you next time… Isn’t that the hand that touched the cookie?”

『Oh my, I’m sorry.』

Eventually, the palm of the [Beast] covered Eunha’s eyes,

Darkness has come.

Darkness, as always,

there was nothing.

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“Ugh…! My waist…”

Eunha opened her eyes as if waking up from sleep and blinked while massaging her stiff back.

My stomach hurts. Maybe it’s because I’m old.

I twirled my sore shoulders and looked around.

A bedroom with the lights off. It’s the galaxy’s room.

Who moved it to the house?

Sweatshirts and sneakers… Fortunately or not, my clothes were the same as when I was at the park.

Next to the soft bed, a suitcase containing a [Black Book] is placed upright.

Seeing that Eunha was laid on the bed without taking off her shoes or leaving a dirt-covered suitcase in the bedroom, it seems like someone with poor hygiene brought Eunha home.

Could it be that he is a foreigner?

I heard that in foreign countries, people wear shoes and lie down in bed.

‘My body… is fine. The skin is smooth too.’

I took off my shoes and got out of bed.

[Self-recovery] must have worked to its full potential, as the skin that had become wrinkled after having had its ‘wisdom’ sucked out by that damn old man returned to its original state.

[Self-recovery] also affects aging. I knew this for the first time.

So, does that mean I will never age?

If you get caught, you will 100% be subject to research.

You never know.

Purung…

“huh?”

At that time, Eunha frowned at the unfamiliar weight she felt in her chest.

It lands on the floor as if jumping off a soft bed, but it feels heavy.

She looked down at her body with an ominous premonition and had to keep her mouth shut due to the overwhelming embarrassment.

Something has grown a bit since I died and came back to life.

I don’t know the exact number, but I think it probably increased by about one or two cups.

Not only that, but my entire body was strangely curved… and the sweats I had been wearing until just now were starting to get a little tight.

‘What is this crazy [self-healing] going to make me?’

[Self-recovery], a skill that returns Eunha’s body to its ‘original state’.

Isn’t the first change the end?

Does it really change a little bit every time you die? To get closer to the ‘original state’?

What is my original state?

Eunha suddenly remembered the time she had seen when the old man took away her time… and how she had grown up, even if only for a moment.

… … It was better than I thought.

“Yeah, well. At least I won’t get ugly.”

Eunha was checking her body in the mirror in her bedroom. She took off her shoes and carried her suitcase and headed to the entrance.

Let’s think that good things are good things.

The more fat you have, the less likely you will get cold.

Mulberry bread~ Mulberry bread~ Mulberry bread~

After leaving my shoes and suitcase in the hallway and looking for cleaning supplies to clean up the dirt in my bedroom, my cell phone in my sweatpants rang.

A ringtone that makes even the listener dumbfounded.

When I took out my phone and checked, it was a call from Ban Harin, a ‘low level office worker’ and a ‘C-level(?) hunter’.

The clock in the living room showed 11 p.m.

It’s been about 4 hours since I died of old age in the park earlier.

Why are you calling me at this late hour?

Bell sometimes calls me to ask for a lullaby. Does Ban Harin also need a lullaby?

Eunha sat down on the sofa and answered the phone.

“Hello? Mr. Banharin?”

ㅡ Haa… Haa… Eunha, are you sure?

Ban Harin’s voice comes from the other side of the phone.

He looks very tired as he is breathing heavily.

-Where are you now?

“That’s my house. What about Mr. Banharin?”

ㅡ Home… Is it home… Phew…

A sigh of relief. What happened?

Last time, he said he hurt his eye and wore an eyepatch, but it looks like he had an accident again.

Really, I am so worried.

Why is someone with no recovery skills getting hurt like that?

Eunha was worried about Ban Harin as she unzipped her sweatpants due to the tightness in her chest.

“What’s going on at this hour? Are you hurt?”

ㅡ … … no. While I was out jogging at night, I suddenly remembered Eunha and called her. Wasn’t that rude?

“Not at all. I was just about to take a shower and go to sleep… How is your injured eye? I was wearing an eyepatch today as well.”

– My eyes are fine now. My vision was not damaged and the hospital said there was no problem. Still, just in case, I plan to wear the eye patch for a few days.

Fortunately, I guess I was jogging.

He taught Eunha exercise and even jogging at night… Do you have to work out that hard to become a C-level hunter?

I can only envy Eunha, who burst a blood vessel in her brain while tearing her muscles at the gym without sleep for 7 days in a row.

Even if I did that, I didn’t gain muscle because of [self-recovery].

“Isn’t it dangerous to jog at this hour?”

ㅡ It’s okay because I’m running with my coworkers.

ㅡ Ugh… It’s unfair…

A voice I had never heard before was heard next to Ban Harin.

A cry full of sorrow. You’re running so hard that you’ll shed tears. Somehow, a sense of kinship arises.

Mr. Ban Harin’s coworker whose name I don’t know… I think we can somehow become friends.

… … .

After that, I ended the phone call with Ban Harin by telling each other to take care of themselves.

Seeing everyone living hard, Eunha must also live hard.

In that sense, I decided to clean the dust in my bedroom.

Hunts Clean, a detergent specifically designed for hunters, is still active today.

I guess I’m slowly becoming a house cleaning veteran now.

As I finished cleaning so frantically, it was already close to midnight.

Eunha took off her dust-stained sweats, took a refreshing shower, and lay down on the bed without any underwear, along with the bed blanket she had replaced with a new one.

When I checked my body while taking a shower, it was amazing in many ways.

(『Take it down. If you take anything away, you will find the answer in the thin thread that passes by.』)

It was really hard today too. Don’t go to the park again.

Eunha closed her eyes as she pondered the old man’s words lingering in her head.

… … Grumble.

And, as always, the veranda door opened and ‘something’ came inside.

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“Wow, I feel sore. Did I sleep wrong?”

The next morning.

Eunha, who was quickly getting dressed for work, massaged her sore back.

For the past few days, my back has been hurting every time I wake up. Are my sleeping habits bad?

What I rarely remember in my sleep is the warmth of someone coming under the blanket, the shaking mattress, and someone’s excited voice…

It seems like I had a dirty dream. Is it frustration?

Well, this month was busy in many ways. I died and came back to life two or three times.

With that in mind, I wrapped the bandage I took out of the first aid kit around my chest.

Breasts that have been properly compressed are compressed to a similar size as before. It’s frustrating, but not unbearable.

Until now, I didn’t pay much attention to becoming a woman because my appearance didn’t change much and my body was easily covered by clothes.

But it was a little… noticeable overnight, so I decided to use a compression bandage to hide it as a temporary solution.

Of course, I have no intention of continuing to hide it.

If you take off the bandage little by little every day, won’t others think that you’ve reached a belated growth stage?

And what? What will you do if you get caught?

A strange sense of confidence rises. Eunha left the house, dragging her suitcase, her lifeline.

Even today, the apartment parking lot was crowded with moving center vehicles moving luggage.

… … There are people moving, but no one is coming.

If this continues, won’t Eunha be the only one left in the apartment?

What should I do because I feel sorry for the building owner?

“Good morning, lady.”

“Good morning to you, old guard.”

I left the apartment, saying hello to the old guard who was making clay dolls in the security room.

I hope nothing happens today.