Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can

I made up my mind immediately, got straight onto my motorcycle, and tried dying by letting an oncoming truck hit me without swerving out of the way. It was remarkably easy to die while making deliveries.

You have died.

Would you like to restart?

Yes / No

“Hmm, the status window is working properly.”

I became translucent, and the world stopped as though someone had pressed the pause button. Ah, but during the zombie outbreak, I could distinguish the area where the world had changed into a zombie apocalypse. How was I supposed to distinguish the Omegaverse?

“It probably just added the concept of secondary genders….”

In a way, it was a world setting based on sexual fantasy.

In that case, something related to sex….

“A motel?”

I remembered the couples who had answered the door naked when I delivered to motels. So I decided to visit lodging establishments at random. I might run into someone I knew if I wandered too close to home, so I went as far away as possible.

“Aaaaaagh…!”

It wasn’t until I witnessed a fiery affair between two middle-aged people over neungi mushroom chicken soup at Palace Motel on a provincial highway that I thought I should have just sneaked a look at some obstetrics and gynecology charts instead.

“What the hell did I just seeee….”

I regretted it like crazy. It was a scene powerful enough to make me abstain from food and drink for three days. I owed them an apology, but I also wanted one from them.

“I’m sorry….”

I floated through the sky and apologized to somewhere in particular. At the same time, I organized my thoughts based on everything I had seen. The ‘Omegaverse’ seemed to be affecting the entire planet. Was it because three days had passed, or because I had investigated that much?

“Does the area expand as time passes? Or is it based on the range of my awareness?”

I couldn’t tell at all.

I hadn’t experienced enough world settings, so I lacked data.

“I’ll stop here for this round and come back to life.”

I established the hypotheses that the area expanded over time and that it expanded according to my range of awareness, then pressed the restart button.

Screeeech-!

The moment I came back to life, the truck was already charging directly toward me.

Right, I had crashed my motorcycle into an oncoming truck.

“Ghk…!”

I quickly grabbed the handlebars and turned. A sharp sound of tires tearing across the road rang out as long, rough skid marks were drawn over the asphalt. The smell of burning rubber rushed into my helmet, and I crashed into the guardrail with a bang!

“Ughh… I really went down spectacularly….”

I limped to my feet and checked the motorcycle first.

It was already a battered motorcycle that had been through all kinds of abuse, so a few more scratches weren’t even noticeable. However, the reckless middle school student riding it had rolled across the ground and gotten somewhat injured.

“Hey! Are you okay?!”

The truck driver stopped his vehicle, got out, and approached me.

“Ah, I’m fine….”

“Wait there. I’ll call the police. You have insurance, right?”

“Ah.”

The police would be a bit of a problem. The manager had told me not to get caught by them, and I was secretly working this job. In the end, I slowly backed away, jumped onto the motorcycle, and fled.

Even while riding, I could see the torn denim of my jeans fluttering where it had been scraped open. This was exactly why you had to wear a thick jacket and sturdy jeans when riding a motorcycle.

“Phew- That was close.”

After returning home, I casually stripped off my shredded rider jacket and pants, then took out the medicine I had bought at a convenience store.

“Why are you coming in like you live here, helmet head?”

“Mmm, I’m hurttt-.”

The other person shot me a contemptuous look through his glasses. But he didn’t immediately throw me out or chase me away by pouring cold water over me. He told me to fuck off, but his actions made it clear that he was lonely. He really was Kim Jihwan #2.

“Why do you keep crawling back in here? If you’re done with your business, fuck off.”

“I’m not done with my business, so I’m not leaving-.”

Today marked the third consecutive day I had visited the home of Kim Jihwan #2, whom I had rescued. I was uneasy about leaving a sick person alone in this completely empty house, which didn’t even have a proper first-aid kit and contained nothing but gochujang in the refrigerator.

“There, there- Time to eat- Today’s beef and seaweed porridge-!”

“Are you feeding a stray cat?”

When I set down the food I had bought, Kim Jihwan #2 continued grumbling. Still, perhaps because he had been starving until now, his eyes gleamed subtly, and he discreetly sped up as he removed the packaging. It was so cute that I couldn’t help snickering.

“Why do you keep coming? Are you seriously bringing me food because you feel sorry for me?”

“I’m just worried about you, my friend. Being sick, hungry, and cold. If someone suffers all three at once, life gets really miserable, you know?”

I was worried about him, but I also felt comfortable here because I didn’t have to watch his reactions and imitate Baek Hanrim. Maybe it was the sort of feeling where being with a complete stranger was actually more comfortable.

“Ooh, stings-. It hurts, it hurts-.”

I focused again on applying medicine to my wounds.

“Ah, I forgot to take off my helmet.”

I had wondered why my head felt so heavy, and it turned out I was still wearing my helmet. I had taken off my pants while keeping my helmet on. I must have looked like an incredible pervert. Was that why Kim Jihwan #2 still hadn’t lowered his guard?

Slip-.

“Ah, that feels better.”

I took off the helmet and shook out my hair. I must have sweated a little because strands were sticking to my face, so I swept my bangs back. As I did, I noticed his gaze following me and grinned.

“Why? Are you surprised I’m younger than you expected?”