Theatrical Regression Life

Theatrical Regression Life Chapter 564

Episode 564

Song In-myeong didn’t act like that because he was stupid.

‘If I really want to win the man’s favor, I’ll have to be nice to these chicks too. I know.’

Because I know that, I made a rant to Park Da-young at the beginning of this episode.

Now that I know about the regression, for the sake of Lee Jae-heon’s favor, I can’t show off to you in the future, so you will never be in danger by having me around. That’s how I convinced him.

But now it would be foolish to say out loud that I will kill you all.

“….”

Song In-myeong also knew that.

“….”

Sigh.

He glanced at the performance hall where all the survivors except Han Do-yoon had left, then raised his head and looked up at the large cylindrical water tank.

“….”

The water tank, which was once blue, had suddenly turned red.

“…Does this much blood come out of a normal person’s body?”

Of course, the amount of blood coming from one person was enormous, but that also came in degrees.

It was a little strange that the entire tank, so large that it almost reached the ceiling, turned bright red just because one person had been torn to death.

‘Maybe this is one of the exaggerations of the underworld.’

The underworld had a strong tendency to exaggerate even the smallest elements. The same would probably apply to Lee Jae-heon’s blood scattered in the tank. At first glance, the tank where Lee Jae-heon died seemed to be filled with blood, not water.

Song In-myeong, who was looking at it, turned his head again and looked at the performance hall.

“….”

Everything except the bright red tank appears gray.

“…I think it was like this last time, but what was the exact reason?…”

It was both interesting and tiring.

‘I guess I wasn’t the type of person to be this stupid to begin with.’

Song In-myeong wanted to become closer to Lee Jae-heon, and for that, he decided to be nice to the chicks. Despite his determination to do so, Song In-myeong’s heart was easily shaken.

I wonder why on earth I have to work so hard.

“….”

In any case, Lee Jae-heon would have summoned Song In-myeong at any time as long as he was useful.

“right?”

Song In-myeong asked the question to the blood that was not even a corpse.

“You’re that kind of person. no?”

A person who doesn’t care if it’s a serial killer who ripped off their skin, as long as it’s necessary. Jaeheon Lee was a person who pursued efficiency to the point where it was obvious that he was a crazy person.

‘The more crazy I become, the more Jaeheon Lee will eventually find me.’

Lee Jae-heon, who was not in his right mind, dealt with Song In-myeong without any hesitation. I needed him. As the situation became more urgent and the future became more uncertain, Lee Jae-heon was bound to find Song In-myeong.

Among the industry figures, Song In-myeong was even the most conversant. There is no way a person like Lee Jae-heon would want to make many connections with people in the industry, so even if he returned to reality, Lee Jae-heon would find out about the industry through Song In-myeong.

‘I’m sure they won’t use this party’s chief of staff, Jeong Eun-woo.’

Song In-myeong pursed his lips as he stared at the fish tank.

“Go to sleep…”

Lee Jae-heon was going to use Song In-myeong at any time.

Isn’t that enough?

“….”

I’m doing this even though I know it won’t be enough.

Yeah, that’s stupid.

‘I know.’

If you are called to Lee Jae-heon because of that kind of need, it is difficult to build a close relationship that goes beyond business.

Song In-myeong would definitely be dissatisfied with that. So, if Song In-myeong had made the right choice, he shouldn’t have tormented the chicks so much.

But Song In-myeong just wanted to say some shit.

“Haa….”

I wanted to let my temper get the better of me, giggling and tearing people up and putting three or four big scratches on the faces of those irritated people. There was no such grand reason.

It didn’t matter if I didn’t become the final survivor due to this stupid choice. It’s just that Song In-myeong was angry and wanted to vent his anger, so it seemed more correct to say that this was a choice that was faithful to his emotions rather than a stupid choice.

Because it wasn’t a calculated judgment at all…

“Am I becoming an asshole?”

Song In-myeong scratched the back of his head.

“But what the fuck? I won’t even remember me in the next episode…”

He almost gave up on becoming the final survivor.

‘It’s hard to get there with this body.’

Song In-myeong, who was checking his condition, let out a tired sigh.

“…If I had known this was going to happen, should I have saved myself at the souvenir shop?”

Although he was not as good as Lee Jae-heon, who entered the rooms of the concert hall alone, Song In-myeong’s condition was not very good.

I felt like air was flowing through the holes all over my body, and my limbs, which were torn after being hit several times, were shaking just by standing still.

Nevertheless, Song In-myeong was able to interfere and kill the survivors as much as he wanted.

‘It’s not for nothing that they say that even if you’re rotten, you’re still good-natured.’

Unlike them, Song In-myeong knew how to kill people.

“…I think it’s been about 10 minutes…”

He lifted a crowbar of an appropriate size that was lying on the floor.

It seems like it was probably left behind by one of the other survivors, but it could also have been something left behind by other survivors long before them.

Anyway, it was a good thing for Song In-myeong, who couldn’t wait to vent his anger.

“….”

Song In-myeong, who was about to leave the concert hall, looked at the aquarium again as if possessed by something.

“…sorry.”

He muttered softly.

“…I don’t know what I’m sorry about, but… I’m sorry.”

Song In-myeong began to suspect that I might be under the pathetic illusion that ‘I am the protagonist of a tragic story.’ That’s why the emotions he was feeling right now were unfamiliar and he felt ashamed even thinking about it.

“Just…”

Song In-myeong continued without even knowing what I was talking about.

“I’m out of my mind.”

I was out of my mind, as if I was drunk and stumbling around in a back alley. I felt a little nauseous and couldn’t see anything in my eyes. My vision was blurry and I couldn’t read the letters, but I could strangely hear the surrounding noises clearly.

I felt this similar feeling in the last episode as well.

“I feel like I took some medicine, but this is it.”

So to speak, I felt like I could kill anything and wanted to kill anything. That’s because it was difficult to remain calm even after seeing someone close to me die.

Even if it was the death of Song In-myeong, whose profession was killing people, and Lee Jae-heon, whose corpse was clearly his future hope… it was still the same.

“…I didn’t know I would be like this….”

I hated seeing Lee Jae-heon being consumed as a discarded chess piece.

I was irritated, angry, frustrated, disgusted, and irritated again. Song In-myeong was also quite tired of the feeling of rolling around like a bicycle wheel coming down from a high place and eventually coming to the same place.

“….”

I don’t know everything.

I wanted to go home.

“….”

I would have felt more at ease if I didn’t know anything.

‘…There is a saying that ignorance is medicine.’

I wish it had just stayed the same, whether it was a regression or something. If he really didn’t know anything, Song In-myeong would have just done whatever he wanted. But now, for some reason, my mind was complicated in one way or another.

The fact that I was doing something stupid was becoming very clear to me.

“….”

Song In-myeong, who had been looking at the fish tank for a while, spoke to In-cheok who quietly approached me.

“Will Han Do-yoon continue to be here?”

“…Like I said before, I’m going to walk around here and there.”

“Then why did you come to me? Just run away. “I guess he’s quite fearless.”

“So, aren’t you going to be a firefighter?”

“That’s true too…”

Song In-myeong smiled and turned around to look at Do-yoon Han.

“Oh, this is so fucking embarrassing. “I said to myself, thinking I was alone.”

“I didn’t hear anything, so I guess it’s okay?”

“Are you going to keep using polite language towards me? “You can talk comfortably, like when we were together at the park before.”

“I’m too scared of you to do that…”

“You said you weren’t scared earlier.”

“I didn’t say anything like that. “I just wanted to say that firefighters are inherently fearful.”

“Um, okay.”

Song In-myeong said while looking at Do-yoon Han’s face, which was full of fatigue.

“That’s unusual.”

“why?”

“If you’re scared, you can just jump out. “Like everyone else.”

“….”

“Why do you want to hold me back?”

There was no reason for Han Do-yoon to remain at the concert hall. He seemed to want to collect Kim Ki-jeong’s body, and if you think about it, it would have been better if he had left with the other survivors a long time ago.

But Han Do-yoon didn’t do that.

“Why do you hope I don’t kill my friends?”

I thought Song In-myeong was talking to him to delay his time to kill other survivors. Otherwise, there would be no reason for Han Do-yoon to remain here.

Han Do-yoon smiled awkwardly at that.

“I think maybe….”

“What is probably again? “Then it’s like that, otherwise it’s not like that.”

“I’m so distracted right now that I can’t organize my thoughts.”

“Oh, that goes for me too.”

“…I just hope no one dies….”

“You bastard.”

I felt it secretly from the park, but Han Do-yoon was right to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. I’m not a person who can’t think calculatedly, so I couldn’t figure out why I always made choices that cost me money.

‘…Well, I guess you’re of the same type.’

The same goes for Munsan-gun, who didn’t want to die but cried all the time while worrying about others, and Kim Yeon-woo, who didn’t care about his own safety and was intent on protecting other survivors. There were a lot of people who were really hard to understand.

There was a time when I wanted to take these guys and make them big, but I’m not sure now. The world filled with only white and black drained Song In-myeong’s spirit faster.

“….”

Our Janghwa is also a very kind person.

“…I know you’re a bigot, so get out of the way now.”

“Can I not go?”

“I want to see my friend’s face before I die too.”

“….”

“I do not remember? “Jung Eun-woo is walking around here.”

Song In-myeong laughed slightly.

“I wanted to see Seo Jang-hwa’s face before I was killed by that guy, but what right do you have to stop me from doing that?”

“I’m doing this because I’m not going there just to see the face.”

“…I won’t kill our Han Do-yoon.”

When Han Do-yoon, who was blocking his path, was pushed away, he was obediently pushed away by Song In-myeong’s hand. I didn’t know if I didn’t have the strength to endure it or if I was out of my mind.

Song In-myeong said as he left the concert hall.

“I won’t touch you. “I feel bad about my friend dying, but I can just roam around as much as I want.”

“….”

“Then it will take care of itself, right….”

Han Do-yoon was not a person strong enough to survive in such a harsh situation.

Perhaps the current Song In-myeong was like that.

“….”

…So are the corpses talking to each other now?

“I see.”

Druk thud….

Song In-myeong moved forward, dragging the crowbar.

“They’re all corpses.”

The sound of water rippling slowly creeps into my brain.

“funny.”

I felt like I was drowning, trapped in a cozy blanket.

* * *

Location Dreamcatcher Aquarium Performance Hall.

The final deceased is Yoon Garam.

Additional regressor….

“…Mr. Park Min-jun?”

“I’m ready.”

“Okay, try hard.”

…Second regression in progress.

(Continued in the next part)