Worthless Regression Chapter 39

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After Baek So-go came down, Lee Seong-min was completely alone. Lee Seong-min’s body was still heavy in his daily life filled with noise and bad smells. The nightmare he had every day changed its form every time, and as it continued, Lee Seong-min began to remember the nightmare.

The nightmares I had were varied. I have dreamed of fighting against countless monsters and eventually dying with my limbs torn off due to exhaustion, and I have also dreamed of wandering through a huge maze to avoid monsters. Dreams of just running away, dreams of falling endlessly. Even dreams of being tortured.

You can’t feel pain in a dream. Lee Seong-min decided that if someone said something like that, he would punch that person in the face without any hesitation.

In a clear nightmare, Lee Seong-min felt pain. Of course, the pain disappears when you wake up from the dream. Because a dream is a dream, and reality is reality. However, the memories remained. Even if you become aware of the nightmare in your dream, the form of the nightmare does not change.

The most difficult nightmare to endure.

“You haven’t changed anything.”

Reunion with Wijihoyeon turned out to be a nightmare. The time in the nightmare has already completed 10 years, and Lee Seong-min and Wi Ji-ho-yeon reunited in Rubes. What Wijihoyeon looks like when we meet again… It was exactly as Lee Seong-min had imagined.

But Lee Seong-min didn’t change anything. If Wijihoyeon in the nightmare was what Lee Sung-min imagined 10 years later, Lee Sung-min looked like nothing had changed.

“What have you been doing for 10 years?”

Answer that. I did everything I could. I did my best. However, Wijihoyeon in the nightmare is not persuaded by such shouts. She looked at Lee Seong-min with a cold gaze and said, “Was that your limit?”

I just mutter like that.

It was a painless nightmare, but the mental pain lasted for a long time. The future that Lee Seong-min was truly afraid of was manifested as a nightmare, so when he first had that nightmare, Lee Seong-min felt afraid of his own helplessness and uncertain future.

really… What if something like that happens when I reunite with Wijihoyeon?

Pettig Recovery. Mind cleaning. Magic is only a temporary solution. It is impossible to overcome recurring nightmares. And the nightmare continues.

It was not possible to prevent Baek Sogo’s death.

It was that kind of dream.

It was a painful dream.

I want to prevent Baek Sogo’s death. I don’t know exactly what happened in that dungeon. Because Lee Seong-min wasn’t in that dungeon. But what is certain is that in the next seven years, Baek Sogo will enter the same dungeon as Wijihoyeon. And he dies there.

Lee Seong-min could not think of Wi Ji-ho-yeon as an evil person. However, that does not mean that Wijihoyeon was not a good person. If we had to categorize it by color… I think Wijihoyeon is gray. If the situation calls for it, Wijihoyeon has no hesitation in killing.

I don’t know what happened in that dungeon. However, it is clear that a situation was created in that dungeon where Wijihoyeon had to kill others.

‘I am.’

Seongmin Lee suppressed his pounding headache. Mind cleaning. Has his mind adapted to the repeated magic? Or has the nightmare become stronger? The tingling in my head doesn’t go away.

‘You have to become strong enough to stop Wijihoyeon.’

I can’t say it’s the right answer. The correct answer is… This is to prevent Baek Sogo from going to that dungeon at all. However, Seongmin Lee knew very well that things would not work out as expected. So he should prepare for the worst.

I don’t want to beat Wijihoyeon. Just enough to prevent Baek So-go’s death. There were only about 7 years left to live.

short.

Summer has come. The cicada started crying. Of course, Seongmin Lee couldn’t hear the cicadas’ cries. but… I could see cicadas clinging to the trees and shaking their bodies vigorously. The noise in my ears could be said to resemble the cry of a cicada if I tuned it out well.

Cicada larvae stay in the ground for over 10 years to become cicadas. okay. Even insects take a long time to grow up.

7 years. Isn’t it a short time for a larva to become a cicada? How far can I go in 7 years if I am not a caterpillar? No, it’s not whether I can do it. Should be. I had to do it.

The noisy mountain was far from quiet. The heavy body, the terrible diet, and the stench were not comfortable. The nightmares I had every day made the days longer. No one is here. It is possible that more practitioners may have entered the mountain, and that someone may have left the mountain. Lee Seong-min didn’t care about them.

As Lee Seong-min changed, the world changed. My luck was more comfortable than before, and there was no blockage in my energy flowing through my energy and blood. I became familiar with the basics of singing that I performed every day, the level of Gucheonmugeukchang became higher, and I felt a little freedom when performing Muyeongtalhon.

It wasn’t enough.

I came to wish for more. The density of Lee Seong-min’s day has increased accordingly. I slept less. I couldn’t sleep well anyway because of the nightmares. I practiced as much as I didn’t sleep. The heaviness of his body increased day by day, but Lee Seong-min’s singing style became faster and sharper.

And then the next ban.

Lee Seong-min prepared to endure the ban. He understood all the geography around him and became so familiar with it that he could walk with his eyes closed. He filled every pocket with food, and as if that wasn’t enough, he smoked meat to prevent it from rotting for a long time.

He received a ban on both eyes.

The world turned black. You couldn’t rely on hearing or smell. The only sense Lee Seong-min could rely on was touch. I tried to feel the wind on my skin. It was easier said than done. My senses had to be sharper. He devoted himself to his work. I survived by eating preserved food that tasted disgusting.

Only after a week had it been possible to move little by little. The wooden stick he carried to write on the floor became Lee Seong-min’s new eyes. He walks with his feet on the floor, waving his hands around. He tried to feel the wind. The wind that touches your skin.

After more than a month, when we ran out of food, we succeeded in hunting. I was happy. Although there was no one left around Lee Sung-min to praise him, Lee Sung-min was alone and happy and satisfied with the fact that he had accomplished it on his own. It was a worthwhile hunt, but the food still tasted disgusting.

Mem meam.

Mem meam mem meh.

The noise floating around my ears was the never-ending cry of cicadas. Sometimes it became a scream or a scream. The scream was heard as Baek So-go’s voice, and the scream was Lee Seong-min’s own voice. The black darkness contained in the two invisible eyes created a nightmare, and at some point, Lee Seong-min forgot the passage of time. He longed to become a machine himself. moving machine. A machine that performs martial arts.

In the black world, Lee Seong-min was unable to see the form of his own singing style. Where does the spear I swing go to? What is the trajectory of the window? When I unfold my spiritless soul, where does my body go? Where do I fly?

Do you just want to fly? Do you want to become a cicada? Do you want cicadas that crouch on the ground for a long time, then come out, cry loudly, and then die? no. Seongmin Lee had a fit because he hated the cicadas’ cries that were ringing in his ears. I didn’t want to be like a cicada. What Lee Seong-min wanted to become, what he wanted to become. What he wants is more, more, bigger.

What is it?

What did I want to become? What am I doing this for? What am I here for? What did I come back for?

I am.

The temperature of the wind hitting my skin has changed. Winter has come. Seongmin Lee’s daily life has not changed. In the black world, Lee Seong-min was always moving. He skillfully prepared for winter. Hunting was no longer difficult. In the black world, Lee Seong-min was isolated and lonely, but he did not give up on his life and practice.

The wind changed again. Winter turned into spring. Spring became summer again. Two years have passed. Since Mushi said that a prohibition should be added, Lee Seong-min received a prohibition on washing. He figured it didn’t matter since there was always a bad smell in his nose anyway.

Half a year passed, and Lee Seong-min was banned from changing clothes. The changing temperature of the wind and the arrival of Mr. Lee were the only signs that allowed Lee Seong-min to feel the passage of time.

When 3 years have passed.

It’s time. Msh. Lee Seong-min pursed her lips and called out to her. What’s going on? Mshi spoke to Lee Seong-min’s mind. Lee Seong-min slowly took a breath and spoke.

I want to finish my practice.

Mushi didn’t answer right away. The god of trials and asceticism, clad in straw, looked at the practitioner standing in front of him.

3 years.

The reason why staying on this mountain for three years is harsh is because prohibitions are continuously added. The ordeal called Flam continues to visit the practitioner and put pressure on him mentally, and the practitioner struggles under restraint.

Not all practitioners who enter this mountain can get what they want. Most people give up before they get it. I can’t stand it.

That practitioner… That person whose causality is distorted. It was poisonous. The year Seongmin Lee recently spent in this mountain was so harsh that he thought survival itself might be impossible.

Nevertheless, I persevered.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

Mshi asked. Seongmin Lee did not answer. After a short and long silence, Lee Seong-min pursed his lips.

If I were a genius, I might have gotten it.

Does this mean that Lee Seong-min, who is not a genius, did not get what he wanted? Isn’t this a bitter reality? Ultimately, is it impossible to overcome one’s limitations?

Still, I could see it a little bit.

Lee Seong-min muttered. I wasn’t satisfied with that. I hope for more, more. Seongmin Lee said he was grateful that he had returned to the past. He was grateful to have overcome death.

That’s why I was able to feel this way.

“Do you think the training on this mountain was worthwhile to you?”

If I hadn’t come to this mountain, I wouldn’t have become like this.

Mushi really liked that answer. She lightly waved her hand and loosened the restraints that were tied to Lee Seong-min’s body.

When all the prohibitions disappeared, Lee Seong-min stumbled slightly. 3 years. The heaviness in my body that I had felt for three years disappeared. Lee Seong-min felt awkward about that natural lightness. The bad smell he always smelled disappears. The noise in his ears disappears.

My closed eyes open.

“… ah.”

Lee Seong-min spoke for the first time in a long time.

“I feel happy.”

Seongmin Lee smiled bitterly as he looked at Ms.

fantasy,