Regressor Instruction Manual

Chapter 689: Lee Kiyoung, You Piece of Crap (3)

Chapter 689: Lee Kiyoung, You Piece of Crap (3)

‘Fuck… Fuck…’

I had no choice but to remain silent in that situation.

‘Hyunsung… Why are you killing me…?’

I tried to speak unknowingly, but my voice didn’t come out.

I wanted to replay the unbelievable scene until Yuno Kasugano ran out of magic, but would that change the future?

I didn’t see the scene where Kim Hyunsung mutilated my body directly, but Kim Hyusung was certainly caught in the act. I could finally understand the dark face that Kasugano was showing and the urgent message.

“Fuck…”

She must’ve judged it as a very urgent situation.

The fact was that preventing the future of the collapse of the 5th District meant receiving the rewards I worked hard on so far, but it wasn’t worth it if the price was my death.

I was sorry for the many individuals on the continent who believed in Light Kiyoung, but I had no intention of making sacrifices on behalf of them.

I suspected Yuno Kasugano might be presenting fabricated content after receiving a pledge from Lee Kiyoung, but that was impossible.

I guaranteed that what I saw through her was the truth. She couldn’t lie to me.

As I looked at her quietly with eyes asking for an explanation, the shaman slowly spoke with her eyes closed.

“Master…”

“…”

“You said that everything would be perfect only if it goes the way we just saw.”

‘That’s what I heard before, but it’s strange no matter how many times I listen to it. What bullsh*t is that? How can it be perfect when I’m dying?’

“You have affirmed that only then can we achieve victory.”

‘What are you talking about? Fuck.’

“You said that it should proceed as it is without any errors towards the future we saw.”

‘So you mean that I should fucking die?’

“That’s why your past self didn’t want you to know the future yourself. You have been very concerned that there will be a

“Is that… true…”

“I also didn’t understand, but Master certainly said so. If the Master really comes to me, you have told me to ask for it several times.”

‘What bullsh*t is that? What the hell.’

I was naturally puzzled. However, it was understandable, albeit only by a little bit.

‘It was going so well.’

It was true that the battlefield itself looked good.

Raphael, who was currently in a vegetated state, stood up and took care of one axis of the battlefield, and Genozriah was also fighting against the enemy while giving it her all.

Jung Hayan was in a state of having broken the wall, and there was no need to mention Cha Heera.

Of course, it wasn’t just those named ones. If asked what the war was like, I could affirm that we were the ones that had the upper hand.

If I rounded it up a bit, it could be 55 to 45. There were unavoidable sacrifices, but wasn’t it a composition that was scattered similarly?

It was no different than producing the best results with the power that mankind currently had.

Except for the scene where I died, it was the ideal future I was picturing.

Didn’t they say that if a butterfly flapped its small wings, a typhoon would occur on the other side of the earth? When I thought about the butterfly effect, I might have done something to invite my own death in the process before the continental people could take the victory.

‘Did I not pay too much attention to Hyunsung? Is that it, Hyunsung?’

Perhaps I neglected Kim Hyunsung because I was paying too much attention to other people. I focused on strengthening his power and letting him jump over the wall, but I thought I was relatively abandoning him.

It did feel like we couldn’t even meet lately. I read and ignored most of his Benignore Talk messages, and I didn’t even answer the phone because it would take longer.

I didn’t openly ignore him, but it was undeniable that Kim Hyunsung was treated as an already caught fish.

I was also worried that the bastard might’ve had run out of the cozy and warm Lee Kiyoung fishing ground because of Lucifer’s touch.

‘Is this the content of the bet with Lucifer?’

The probability of making a bet on whether Kim Hyunsung would or wouldn’t kill me was also by no means low. I thought Yuno Kasugano would have clues because she was the one who showed the results.

What didn’t make sense in that scenario was that my past self had seen the ending of my own death and expressed it as a victory.

By any chance, I must’ve imagined the scene where Lee Kiyoung would shout, “I died, but this war is the victory of mankind!” but that would be unlikely.

It could be guaranteed that the possibility that Lee Kiyoung had some kind of enlightenment and caused that while being kind of like an angel was also converging to zero percent.

Rather, it was more persuasive that he threw the dice in the bet that Kim Hyunsung would kill me.

It was pretty easy to organize.

Lucifer and Lee Kiyoung made some kind of bet.

In the future, Lee Kiyoung died by Kim Hyunsung’s hands.

Lee Kiyoung said that the ending in which he died to Kim Hyunsung was a victorious ending.

Lee Kiyoung threw the dice betting that Kim Hyunsung would kill him.

Kim Hyunsung had to kill Lee Kiyoung.

If my hypothesis was correct, two conclusions could be drawn.

6.1. There was something that Lee Kiyoung believed in.

6.2. He talked about the light so much that he really became the light. My past really made up his mind to sacrifice everything for the continent.

All of those hypotheses and predictions could be wrong, but those were the most probable, considering the circumstances that had emerged so far.

If 6.1 was true, it meant that there was something that Lee Kiyoung really believed in, but… there were still questions.

I thought about sending a message to Kim Hyunsung first. I didn’t think it was possible, but I had to check if he really got out of the fish tank.

I was suspicious for a moment, but, as expected, I felt the Goddess’s Hand Mirror ringing right away.

See! The unbroken bond between the regressor and Light Kiyoung. I couldn’t help but feel that way.

If assumption 3 was true, Kim Hyunsung had to stab Lee Kiyoung. Could our lovely returner really stick his sword into Light Kiyoung’s white belly?

I had never raised Kim Hyunsung to be such a mean guy. He could even kill himself, but he’s not the type of person who could betray a friend who had carried his burden with him so far. That was a clear fact that even Lee Kiyoung before he erased his memory, knew.

It was possible that the previous bet hadn’t been established without throwing the dice. Of course, the visible results told me that the bet was successful, but what mattered was the process, not the outcome.

The scene that suddenly came to mind was Kiyoung expressing his appreciation to Altanus while reaching out his hand toward the red sky.

‘Is it this?’

There was a possibility that the scene she told me was completely useless bluffing and could be a hint. If Kim Hyunsung had to induce himself to stab me, there was no more appropriate scene than that.

‘That’s worth a stab.’

Honestly, it definitely was.

He would feel betrayed. He found out that the comrade who was carrying his burden with him was the person who left the burden in the first place.

‘This is a bit…’

Imagine that the person who comforted him and dragged him to the surface was the one who drove him all the way to the bottom of hell. The masked trash, who killed his colleagues and destroyed the world with all sorts of vicious acts, was someone he considered as his brother.

‘Honestly, even if I think about it, it’s a bit…’

It wasn’t unreasonable that a huge negative emotion crept upon me. Recalling that Kim Hyunsung was buried in repeating such a difficult time, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t get agitated if he learned of the false truth.

A bad ending in which all kinds of betrayal and disgusting feelings swirled, and where Lee Kiyoung eventually turned into rags, falling into a pit of despair.

If that was a happy ending and not a bad ending, I had to put a lie in my mouth saying that I was the masked trash.

I had to say that the truth was that I was involved in his regression, and I had deceived him. Only then could I win the bet…

“I can get help from Lucifer or create conditions for Lucifer to intervene. Is that it?”

“That’s…”

“…”

“…”

“Is there… anything that comes to mind?”

“It’s nothing. I’m just talking to myself.”

“But…”

“It is still very unlikely… I guess I know why I told you not to tell me this.”

“Can I ask for… the reason?”

“Because if I see something like this, I would naturally be suspicious. Is my death really the shortcut to the happy ending, or is it really right to throw the dice? I would be suspicious. I still am.”

‘Who knows if I would actually win the bet if Kim Hyunsung actually took a knife and stabbed me? Who knows if that really even is the bet?’

If the content of the bet I was thinking of were completely out of touch with the truth, there wouldn’t be such a death.

Past Lee Kiyoung won the bet and waited for that “something he believed in” and then died alone with a cold, cold body.

“Never… The Master will never face a miserable end. I… I wouldn’t make it that way. Even in this life, I am ready to abandon myself for my Master.”

‘He said there shouldn’t be any errors in the future that will happen.’

“No. It doesn’t have to.”

It was possible to run away.

Avoiding the visible future meant losing my bet against Lucifer, but it’s better than dying.

I just had to prevent the situation where Kim Hyunsung stabbed me in the first place.

There was also a way to avoid the fight by popping up Noah’s Ark plan a little earlier, and if I thought it’s unlikely to happen, I could just not provoke Kim Hyunsung.

Kim Hyunsung wouldn’t stab me, and Lee Kiyoung would survive as he always had.

‘There might be a penalty if the bet doesn’t happen or I lose it.’

First, the fact that I was still alive was the most important thing.

As I was thinking and patting my thighs, Yuno Kasugano began to shed tears once again. She seemed to be that much shocked by the scene she saw.

“It’s also an avoidable future, so you don’t have to be so sad. It will be far from the continent’s victory…”

“But…”

“But it’s not bad to try.”

I hated gambling, but I wasn’t foolish enough not to throw dice in winnable games. If there was something that Lee Kiyoung believed in before erasing his memory…

“I think it would be right to throw.”

“Really…”

“I’m not sure it’s a winning game, but I think it’s a game with a high probability of winning, at the very least.”

After going through a few checks, it was clearly right to throw it.

“In that sense, it will be difficult, but let’s see it one more time.”

“…”

“I’m in the process of finding answers, and it would be nice to check once more to see if my hypothesis is correct. Let’s see if the future doesn’t change if I decide to accept this bet without running away.”

Yuno Kasugano slowly nodded.

I was feeling a bit anxious, but… there was no change in the future.

Before erasing the memory, Lee Kiyoung expected that I would dig into it that far and that I wouldn’t actually avoid it.

The answer inevitably came out.

It was unknown what the outcome of Lee Kiyoung’s death would be, but Lee Kiyoung had to die.

I had to own Jin Qing’s sins as mine, confess to Kim Hyunsung at the most decisive moment, and push myself into the fire, telling him that I was the masked trash and was involved in his return.

The tragic hero was giving his life for the sake of the world. It’s an old-style cliché, but what could I do? Kim Hyunsung said he liked clichés like that.

‘If I could save the world with my death… I will throw this insignificant body for the continent.’

At this, tears of light began to flow.