Regressor’s Life After Retirement

[This is not it]

Regression.

An imagination that everyone has at least once in their lives. A story about

going back to the past, correcting wrong choices,

changing bad endings into happy endings, and

using information from the future to grab wealth and fame.

There was a time when I too dreamed of returning.

When times were so difficult that I thought it would be better to die, I often imagined that.

But I don’t imagine that now.

I am 40 this year.

I survived through all the hardships.

When I was 18, my world turned upside down when Earth and other dimensions were connected.

At the age of 20, he awakened as a superhuman and began fighting against monsters of different races.

Hunting mission battle war.

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There were many times when I almost died or became an idiot.

Honestly, I had no talent.

In a movie, its role is to fill in the number of characters in a war scene.

Extras who have no effect on the flow of the play.

In order to survive, I had to persevere tenaciously.

I had to become selfish, cowardly, and cruel.

To make up for his lack of talent, he trained to death and

even worked as a miser to save money.

In the end, I survived.

I paid off all the debt I owed when I was young and

built several buildings on the yolk land.

The 150 pyeong mansion, which began construction three years ago, has also been completed.

I am confident that this is a fairly successful life.

Now I was thinking of retiring and resting comfortably.

Because I was guaranteed a perfect retirement.

But…

“…this isn’t it.”

I muttered absentmindedly, but the reality before my eyes did not change.

Musty smell. A room without windows.

A narrow bed that can barely accommodate one person.

This is the gosiwon where I lived 20 years ago.

“…This isn’t real, is it?”

No matter how many times I close and open my eyes, the background is the same.

Even if I pinch my forearm, it still hurts badly.

why? how?

No, more than that, anger begins to rise from deep within my heart.

“Sir…”

Regressing means that everything I worked hard to achieve over the past 20 years has disappeared.

I jumped up from my seat and shouted.

“Holy shit!! If you’re going to do it, do it quickly!”

I regressed.

There was nothing worse in the world than this.

[This is not it] End

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