Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 80.1
Honk honk-! Screeeech!
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“…Ha!”
Suddenly, there was a burst of intense light, the blare of a car horn, and the shriek of tires, then I was shoved by tremendous force. I instinctively looked toward it and saw the Jangsanbeom. So I died.
It killed me like this the moment I found its weakness.
“Weren’t you weak? I heard you were light?”
I could understand hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. But what was this tremendous force that felt like I had actually been hit by a car?
“Don’t tell me….”
There was no way something light could produce this kind of force. And there was no way it had suddenly gained this strength either.
“You could’ve ended it like this from the very beginning, but you just didn’t?”
As I organized my thoughts, something felt off.
Didn’t things normally reset after I died? Why was it becoming more elaborate every time I died and revived?
“Does it know my death and revival pattern…?”
The Jangsanbeom used people’s memories. If that was the case, then it should be able to use my memories too. Why hadn’t I even considered that possibility earlier? It had even appeared while copying my own voice before.
“It already knew everything inside my head.”
It hadn’t been evolving. It had been playing with me from the beginning. It had pretended to be sloppy and let me misunderstand the rules however I pleased. Then it watched me from atop those rules. For one single purpose.
‘For fun! They make us their playthings!’
“So this is fun to you.”
My mind cooled completely.
After reviving, I steadied my breathing.
Then I tore off only the bicycle bell and threw the bicycle aside.
I walked aimlessly somewhere into the forest, hoping the Jangsanbeom would hurry up and speak to me.
“Hey.”
A voice came from behind me.
This one was a little unfamiliar, so I didn’t recognize it immediately. But it didn’t take long for me to realize who it belonged to.
“…Lee Seojun?”
The person I had gone through the ‘Omegaverse story’ with from our very first meeting, the owner of the phone number still lingering in a corner of my memory.
“Where are you going? It’s not that way.”
Even though it had been a very long time since Lee Seojun had last seen me, instead of saying he was glad to see me or asking why I was here, the first thing out of his mouth was that I was going the wrong way. That wasn’t a normal opening line. Was it the Jangsanbeom?
“You’re talking like you know the way.”
“I don’t, but the way you’re walking around spaced out like an idiot makes it obvious.”
It sounded exactly like the Lee Seojun I remembered. The only difference was that his once-clear voice had broken and grown rougher.
After being fooled by the Jangsanbeom over and over, the sensible thing would have been to shake off the thing imitating Lee Seojun and keep going, but for some reason, my feet wouldn’t move. Because.
“…Seojun-ah, are you going to school properly these days? Those gangsters aren’t coming after you anymore, are they?”
Because the last image I had of Lee Seojun lingered in my mind. Because I was so happy to hear him and desperately wanted to know if he was doing well. Because I was so worried about you that I couldn’t stop myself from talking.
“School? It sucks. It’s boring. And the gangsters are… nothing I need to worry about that much.”
“Are you eating properly? You’re not picking up weird things and eating them, right?”
“What, are you feeding a stray cat?”
The Lee Seojun I was talking to remembered bits and pieces of the past we had shared. There were parts he didn’t remember at all, as if holes had been punched through them. Imperfectly, like a real person.
“How do I look? Have I changed a lot?”
“You won’t even show me your face, so what the hell are you asking?”
“But just from talking to me, doesn’t anything feel strange?”
Strange questions came spilling out before I knew it. Was it because I was happy to see him, or because he was the only person who could answer my doubts?
“You were fucking weird from the start, you Palace Motel bastard.”
“What? Hahaha!”
“And the clothes you gave me were all weird shit like you. Hwacheon flatfish rockfish flounder?”
All the tension suddenly drained from me, and I crouched down and snickered for a long time. As I did, he came up behind me and spoke.
“Stop laughing and look at me.”
“Ah- I can’t do that.”
“I’ve seriously been so… lately.”
“Emotional appeals don’t work on me-.”
Still crouched there, I suddenly picked up one of the fallen leaves on the ground. There were far too many leaves for a forest of this size. They were piled so thick and soft that I could barely feel the ground underneath.
“I’m going to die soon.”
While I was lost in thought, Lee Seojun suddenly said something completely out of nowhere.
What was that supposed to mean? Another trick from the Jangsanbeom?
“The number you know is going to disappear.”
Then Lee Seojun told me a different phone number.
“…Seojun-ah, why are you telling me this?”
“I kept wanting to tell you, but I never got to see you.”
I heard Lee Seojun let out a small sigh.
Then he said.
“I guess I missed you. I’m even dreaming shit like this.”
I turned around. Without calculating anything, because what he said was too unsettling, even if it meant risking death.
“Seojun-ah…!”
There was no one where I turned.
No Jangsanbeom and no Lee Seojun. Nothing but the foggy forest filled my vision.
“…Have I finally gone insane?”
Was this another Jangsanbeom tactic, or had I finally lost my mind and started hallucinating on my own?
This was the first time I had ever wanted the Jangsanbeom to appear. Hurry up and come out and kill me. Prove that I haven’t gone insane. This place is too strange. I want to get out. But how am I supposed to get out? There isn’t even a timer. Can’t I give up?
…Don’t tell me I have to stay here forever?
“Meow.”
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It meowed like a cat, so I obediently looked over.
And died. While feeling secretly relieved.
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