Theatrical Regression Life

Episode 122

Among the survivors, Ha Seong-yoon was the first to wake up.

He raised his upper body from where he was lying down and thought about putting on his glasses, but then put them down. Considering the person I was going to wake up now, it would have been better to take off my glasses so as not to get them dirty.

‘Because there is no major problem with my eyesight.’

Since I only wear glasses when necessary anyway, there was no problem looking around. His eyes soon reached the gray, dusky sky.

The sky in the other world had such extreme colors that it was impossible to know whether it was morning, noon, or evening unless morning was right around the corner.

“…hmm.”

Nevertheless, the reason Ha Seong-yoon woke up so early was none other than Manager Lee Jae-heon.

Ha Seong-yoon, who confirmed that no one except him had woken up, woke up Lee Jae-heon, who was sleeping with a frown.

“teacher.”

“….”

“It would be better for you to wake up soon.”

To those words,

“….”

“…Oh my.”

Ha Seong-yoon’s neck was grabbed.

The hand was clearly strong enough to feel threatening, but Ha Seong-yoon could not feel much fear from the opponent who was covered in wounds and bandages. Jaeheon Lee wasn’t even strangling him.

Just enough to cover it. I don’t know if it’s going to take a lot of force and strangle me, but that’s why I can rest assured. At least it was the action of someone who knew ‘what not to kill’.

There was clear murderous intent in those pupils…

“….”

Lee Jae-heon calmly lowered his hand and slowly blinked.

‘Maybe I saw something I didn’t like in my dream.’

He looked dazed, perhaps because he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, but Ha Seong-yoon guessed that wasn’t the only reason. It wasn’t just his fault for suddenly intruding into Lee Jae-heon’s line.

And sure enough, Jaeheon Lee covered his mouth for a moment and shook his upper body.

“Wook.”

I could see blood flowing from the corner of my mouth.

“…also.”

“….”

“This is what happens when you wake up.”

At Ha Seong-yoon’s words, Lee Jae-heon just looked at him with quiet eyes.

Considering that he had a hand blocking the blood dripping down his chin and that he looked tired, perhaps because he had just woken up, such a desolate gaze felt rather unrealistic.

I was deeply impressed.

‘As expected, patience is good.’

Just a moment ago, Lee Jae-heon had the eyes of someone who was going crazy and wanted to kill something. His gaze suddenly sank, and a clear sense of cold reason was evident.

When Lee Jae-heon’s eyes twitched for a moment, Ha Seong-yoon gently comforted him and helped him stand up.

“It seems like the green algae monster has a big impact, but are there any side effects other than the urge to kill? “Even I, a doctor, have no idea.”

“….”

“Okay.”

He continued speaking with a soft smile.

“It would be better to vent your stomach first and see.”

Lee Jae-heon did not refute those words.

He told the original group the truth as much as he could, but these were not the survivors he had met for the first time. Ha Seong-yoon heard from detective Hong Gyeong-jun that most of the information about Lee Jae-heon was kept hidden to avoid any possible confusion.

So there were many people here who did not know what kind of situation Lee Jae-heon was currently in. Ha Seong-yoon woke up the patient, who was sleeping well, because he thought the location would not be suitable to reveal his condition clearly.

He probably coughed up blood right after waking up from a dream.

‘…What is the reason?’

Ha Seong-yoon, a doctor, eventually had to worry.

I already knew how useless Ha Seong-yoon was in the secret world, but there was still a bit of common sense in this world. Even if it is a world where mental power is strangely influential.

So why is Jaeheon Lee vomiting blood?

Does it have something to do with the nightmares he has every time he falls asleep? Although he never said it, Ha Seong-yoon was already convinced that he was having a bad dream. The reason why a person who was fine in real life started hemorrhaging blood may also have something to do with it.

Why after a dream….

“….”

…a dream?

“Cough, ugh, ugh….”

“…You look like you’re feeling very unwell.”

“Kek kkeum.”

Lee Jae-heon coughed up a lot of blood and cleared his throat several times.

Of course, the symptom of hemoptysis does not get better just by spitting out some blood and clearing the throat, so in Ha Seong-yoon’s view, it was a very ineffective treatment.

But that doesn’t mean I can tell you not to do anything, so I won’t say much.

“….”

It was a separate problem from the symptoms he was showing.

dream. nightmare. A world greatly influenced by mental power. Green algae monster. The influence he left behind. The power to make someone want to kill. Lee Jae-heon was with that monster from early evening until dawn. A survivor who has already adapted to the underworld and has a more bizarre mental power than anyone else.

Ha Seong-yoon, who listed unorganized information, opened his mouth in his characteristic soft voice.

“…In my dreams.”

“….”

“Is there a green algae monster coming out?”

He continued speaking as he watched Lee Jae-heon’s pupils contract.

“Is that bothering you, Jaeheon Lee?”

Will it kill you?

It was a question, but it was also a certainty. This is the best confidence that a rational doctor can show.

The underworld is greatly influenced by mental power. Like the context in which Ha Seong-yoon, Lee Jae-heon, and others are able to remain sane and move despite serious injuries, this means that something that is merely a delusion can become physically realized through will.

So no matter how much it is a dream. What if the green algae monster planted the seed in the nightmare that drives people crazy? Since it was an ability related to mental power that gave rise to the urge to kill in the first place, it was not at all strange that Lee Jae-heon was suffering damage linked to his dreams.

Even hemoptysis, which is obviously a symptom of internal injury.

“Now that I think about it, it seems like you keep dreaming. Have you dreamed like this often before? Or after being dragged away by the green algae monster? “The latter is likely to be the case.”

“…If you’re sure you know, why did you ask?”

“Even if you say black is black, I am confident that you will not believe it if it comes from the teacher’s mouth. “Take some time to reflect on yourself. Why am I doing this?”

Ha Seong-yoon asked.

“…what is it doing in your head?”

What do you have to do to make that extremely altruistic person feel like dying, to make him vomit blood by killing people who don’t seem like they’ll die over and over again?

Lee Jae-heon couldn’t even sleep.

“Are you by any chance holding Jaeheon Lee’s head and whispering to him? “If you kill someone, you can kill them…”

“…Is this from experience?”

“Or are they trying to kill you? Do you wake up like that when you die? Is that why I wake up dying every time? How on earth should he die and vomit so much blood?…”

Ha Seong-yoon continued.

“I don’t understand.”

In essence, the intention to kill is an instinct, and Jaeheon Lee was suppressing his instinct.

Now that I think about it again, he was a very patient person.

“….”

“….”

If it were me, I would just kill him.

“…Are you feeling okay now?”

Ha Seong-yoon, who saw the blood that Lee Jae-heon poured out, curved his lips transparently.

I couldn’t tell whether the thought that suddenly occurred to me was ‘kill it and then get rid of it’ or ‘it inevitably happens that way’. Maybe it’s both.

“…You’re asking so early.”

“Well, there is nothing I can do for you, teacher.”

Ha Seong-yoon could not cure this person.

“At best, we can stop the bleeding with a bandage, correct the posture so that the airway is not blocked, or, like now… drag the person out to avoid unnecessary confusion.”

Even if he is being violated even in his dreams.

In fact, it may be the duty of police officers, not doctors, to respond to violence. However, as a person before going crazy, Ha Seong-yoon was quite affectionate and had a strong sense of responsibility. Although he may not have been sane, he was not in the mood to be happy that my patient was dying.

As long as he came into this world with a goal, Ha Seong-yoon couldn’t go that crazy. Even if I felt an ounce of pleasure from it, not yet.

Nevertheless, Jaeheon Lee’s voice was calm.

“It’s pretty great, isn’t it?”

“….”

It was tiring and mechanical.

“…You better curse, sir. “I can’t fix you.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re disqualified as a doctor. At least in this world.”

“I have too much pride to take comfort in that.”

“Oh, I had no idea.”

“That’s a good thing.”

For some reason, Ha Seong-yoon felt that his voice resembled that.

“Fortunately, the.”

Even if it’s really just my mood, I think that’s probably how I felt.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

“…I wonder if the day will get brighter soon.”

“I guess so.”

“Then it’s time for the police to wake up too.”

Perhaps it was an acquired habit, but Constable Kim Yeon-woo and Detective Hong Gyeong-jun tended to wake up early and sleep late. They take turns in charge of the night watch, but Kim Yeon-woo, who was on duty this time, seemed to have disappeared to patrol the surrounding area. Considering the sense of responsibility shown by the two police officers, it was a reasonable prediction.

However, Lee Jae-heon, who was looking at the sky, muttered at Ha Seong-yoon’s words.

“It’s just like a mafia game.”

“….”

It’s a mafia game.

Although Ha Seong-yoon did not enjoy playing games, he was a person who was happy to watch others play. In order to kill a certain number of mafia members, they doubt each other, criticize each other, and fall out regardless of good or evil. The foolishness alone was enough to entertain.

And mafia games always required two types of jobs.

“…then.”

Citizens who will die.

“Teacher, which side are you on?”

The mafia that will kill.

Murderer.

“I… always want to be a citizen.”

“It doesn’t suit you.”

“If I had to choose something else, the police would be better. “There is no particular sense of duty, but he seems much more powerful and is convenient for instigation.”

“Is this also a lie to incite?”

“Probably not.”

As he looked at him, Jaeheon Lee wiped the corner of his mouth and continued speaking.

“…It’s just that.”

Ha Seong-yoon suddenly felt dumbfounded.

“I will listen carefully.”

What kind of death will this person face?

What was the purpose of this indelible corpse hanging before my eyes?…

* * *

Should I push Ha Seong-yoon as a writer at this level?

‘I thought it would wake me up, but I didn’t expect it to have been set up this far.’

Now Ha Seong-yoon seemed to think that Lee Jae-heon’s lucid dream was ‘something the green algae monster intended.’ In fact, it was a really funny story for Lee Jae-heon, who had been having this strange dream ever since his regression, but I also thought that it could not have been helped from the perspective of a doctor who lacked information. Thanks to this, Jaeheon Lee is becoming a more pitiful and pitiful servant day by day.

That’s why Jaeheon Lee was able to make a promise.

“Let’s go back before others see it.”

“…great.”

I have to go out quickly and search.

It really needed to be sorted out now.

(Continued in the next part)