Theatrical Regression Life

Chapter 120

Episode 120

Let’s go over the original content of the novel here.

Most of the students who joined the group are dying, and the protagonist, who was somehow holding on out of responsibility, meets a group of detectives. From the moment they first met, the two felt they were not compatible, but the detective, who had no intention of letting anyone die, protected and oppressed as many survivors as possible.

‘Three people even died just because we stopped by a flower field.’

In such a dangerous situation, just as the protagonist feels a slight attraction to the police officer, the conductor of the group he was staying with dies. The protagonist, caught up in the killer’s instigation, is framed as the criminal, but the police officer who believed him finds evidence and it is revealed who the real killer is.

‘That’s what this guy is.’

Lee Jae-heon saw student Song In-myeong fluttering in front of him with a crooked and listless expression.

“I came here to prevent monsters from outside, but do you know what those so-called friends say? “He’s really rude.”

“….”

It wasn’t disgusting, but it was easy to please.

“…Well, people in the world say that’s what a true friend is. is not it?”

You just have to talk.

It was as if the person in front of him was an ordinary student.

‘Those trashy people who think they are artists don’t really know what the problem is.’

The student in front of me, Song In-myeong, was a serial killer whom Kim Yeon-woo witnessed and Hong Gyeong-jun was chasing.

The killer, who believed that he would best suit the ‘work’ he was working on, uses his specialty of speaking and drives Police Officer Kim to death. Soon after the identity of the culprit was revealed, a green algae monster threatened the survivors and they thought they needed bait.

“Well… friends are friends. “I was left alone and we all fell asleep together.”

“I blame you for not sleeping at night, student.”

“That’s also true.”

Among them, Song In-myeong, who is the most plausible bait, causes even greater confusion by saying things like, “According to that detective, I shouldn’t die,” “I don’t intend to be an easy bait, so kill me first,” and “What’s the difference between you and me?”

In the end, when some of the crazy survivors even think of using the child who was treated as a burden as bait, the police officer, feeling complicated, takes it upon himself to be the bait. The main character did not describe her feelings properly.

‘It’s quite reasonable since I couldn’t use one of my legs.’

A confusing pro and con debate arose, but in the end, the police officer was killed as bait, and the killer caused internal strife in the meantime. Fortunately, the group of protagonists who met the flower shop owner find the only correct path and escape the park.

After that, it’s obvious. The detective committed suicide, the other survivors were scattered and killed, and when the protagonist returned to the park, no one was left alive.

So, to put it simply:

“…so.”

“….”

“How are your friends?”

All we have to do is kill this bastard.

“…I don’t have any friends.”

He let out a frivolously self-deprecating laugh and leaned his head against the wall.

‘This guy is really crazy.’

In his past life, Lee Jae-heon was on the side of justice even though he died and killed hundreds and thousands of times, so no matter how bad his personality was, he could not help but hate criminals. Of course, he hates more than 99% of the world, but that is different.

The other side of the world was mainly preyed upon by mentally ill people, and the person in front of me was a crazy person who was astounding. Because of its nature, there is little chance of encountering any trauma, so it is probably the one with the best mental health among the survivors. He was an annoying opponent in many ways.

However, Jaeheon Lee knew how to gently tease these guys.

“Why don’t you have any friends? “People like you must have a lot of friends.”

“You bastards who will kill you?”

“…I guess it sounded sarcastic.”

“Or else.”

There was only one reason why Song In-myeong approached Lee Jae-heon like he did now.

‘I guess I seemed quite sacrificial.’

It seemed like he thought it would be perfect to use as material for the work he was making. Of course, I don’t know if I will be able to return here alive, but even so, I would have wanted to see art that suited my taste.

It was clear that Song In-myeong was thinking about how to drive Lee Jae-heon to death.

“I know I’m acting like a brat.”

So isn’t it just perfect?

“But I’m not really a pushover.”

“…Hmm.”

“I came here and it got to this point… If it were like other times, there would be no soup. “Because he’s not that kind.”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it?”

“That’s also true.”

Lee Jae-heon will die anyway, and all that is needed is the minimum probability. In order to ensure the protagonist’s smooth return to life, Lee Jae-heon was scheduled to fall into the abyss along with this trash.

If you wanted to kill me, you could just let it happen.

“That’s also true….”

If you wanted to watch my death, you could do that.

Because you too will die with me.

“….”

“….”

“…You seem very sleepy.”

I expected you to ask that.

‘You have to look like your judgment is impaired.’

It was obvious why I approached him now. Because it was dark, everyone fell asleep, and even those who were awake were exhausted or far away. At least it was the right time to wake up to Lee Jae-heon since even his friends who he always hung out with were sleeping.

Yes, now the trash was looking at Lee Jae-heon. Is this person whose judgment is clouded and who doesn’t know what he is saying really worthy of being used as material for my work? Do I have the right conditions for the topic I want?

As Lee Jae-heon blinked his eyes slowly without answering, a strange feeling of satisfaction appeared on Song In-myeong’s sullen face.

“I feel sleepy?”

“…No…”

It’s true that I was sleepy and my judgment was blurred, but even in this state, I was confident enough to cover the trash’s eyes. Because it was something Jaeheon Lee had done countless times in his past life.

Could.

“Uncle.”

“….”

“Why are you so hurt?”

That’s what it means to not be able to die.

* * *

Describing the thoughts of a sinner who does not know he has committed a crime is close to a crime.

There are people who commit sins that cannot be understood, and most people know how to understand others. Describing its past and imagery becomes a stepping stone to defend the sinner’s evil deeds. Even if the polished stone has no intention of doing so.

Well, that’s just one writer’s opinion.

“….”

Because she is not the main character here either.

“…I can’t help it.”

No matter what changed, the author was able to smile generously.

Because this is not just my work.

* * *

Ever since I was young, I liked creating things.

I liked capturing the scenery on paper. I liked capturing my own world. I liked creating a scene of romance with a ring made of ugly wire, or carefully drying delicate flower petals and using them as bookmarks. It’s just good.

But after creating everything possible.

“….”

Before he knew it, his gaze had landed on the beautiful canary in the cage.

Its fur shone in truly fantastic colors. I don’t know if it was the lighting or another reason, but Song In-myeong was confident that if he decorated the world he created with its fur, it would sparkle more vividly.

“…and.”

Perhaps unfortunately, his conviction turned out to be correct.

“It’s even cooler if you make it from something alive.”

That might have been the wrong answer.

For the first time that day, Song In-myeong took a life.

Its voice was beautiful, but not terribly disappointing. For some reason, Canary kept her mouth shut only in front of Song In-myeong, and what he loved was something that could leave a trace. No matter how beautiful the voice that disappears for a moment is not enough to tolerate interfering with the creation of my world.

Of course, when he got a little older and his aesthetic world expanded, it became quite disappointing. Music was also an art, and there were many great cultural artifacts in the world that could leave a lasting mark. If Song In-myeong’s perspective had been a little wider when I was young, I would have been able to include even the voice that was the only material I had discarded in my world.

He became even more meticulous in order not to regret anything.

“Please save me….”

“….”

“…Ah.”

Great ingredients made even better.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Get away from me, please. “Please save me…!”

“….”

“Please, just this once. I really won’t say anything, okay? please…!”

Even ugly materials become beautiful.

Carefully, without leaving anything out.

“…and.”

I had to include it in my world.

However, Song In-myeong knew that his material was not socially acceptable.

I became interested, so I looked it up and found out that he was a psychopath or sociopath, something I had only heard about. And some stupid people like me ended up in jail because they couldn’t control their excitement.

How miserable that would be. The fact that he couldn’t feel the joy of the time rather than the people in the world criticizing him. In the end, they will be trapped in a gray cage and will only repeat the splendor of that time, but what else can they do if they are not domesticated animals? Song In-myeong didn’t want to be like that.

There are still so many things I want to include in my world.

“…Is there another team of survivors?”

“Ah yes. I’m especially worried about the person I met the other day because he was seriously injured. “If possible, I would like to combine teams. What do the students think?”

“….”

“That ah. Of course, I haven’t heard anything from the team over there yet. In a situation like now, it’s hard to approach without permission….”

It’s a pretty voice.

And it’s a pretty story.

“…That’s a big deal.”

There are other ingredients besides you.

“If we meet again, we’ll just merge, right? “I don’t really care.”

“Song In-myeong obediently allows it… Who are you who threw away our Ins somewhere?”

“Why the fuck am I an insider? “Don’t you know that the only people who tolerate your temper are me and that brat?”

“Shut up you human trash. “If you take out the trash and become human, I’ll call you friendly.”

“Why the hell are you doing this again…”

I grumbled on the outside as a habit, but in reality, I felt very happy.

‘The last time I saw them, their limbs were intact.’

I don’t know exactly when and how Kim Yeon-woo encountered the material, but judging by his confident gaze and the detective’s refusal to correct him, it seemed like he was from the team over there. And yet, he was the only one who got hurt.

The material in front of him looked like he was worried that he might be being exploited by the other team, but that was not the case. Would an adult male capable of holding a weapon really get hurt that much by being pushed?

‘At least this means that you have a spirit of sacrifice.’

Holy shit, isn’t this a different kind of color from Kim Yeon-woo?

I felt so good that I thought I was going to lose my mind. I thought it would be difficult to gather ingredients for this topic, but I’ve already found two with different flavors. My heart was already pounding as I figured out what composition and how to color my canvas.

Kim Yeon-woo’s blood has a pure and transparent meaning. The blood of the unknown material will be black, having fallen to the abyss. The pathetic things that didn’t even know how to see the ingredients only saw the dark red color of the blood and couldn’t see what was inside. But Song In-myeong was able to see and he was able to create a better world.

And the work created like that might be hung in the middle of Song In-myeong’s room and receive the most love…

“Fuck.”

“What the hell is this again?”

“Because it sucks.”

“Aren’t you a fool, Bian?”

“Yes, of course. “Our boots shouldn’t be that big.”

“Fuck, there really aren’t any normal people around me.”

“…Ah, you’re thinking about me, you damn bastards.”

I was angry, but I didn’t push him away too much.

Song In-myeong was working on a huge project called ‘Friends’ and his life would end with art along with them. He truly cared for these idiots. I considered them friends.

Of course, if you see Song In-myeong’s real work, you will naturally move away from it.

“Uncle.”

“….”

“Why are you so hurt?”

My work belongs only to those who make up my world. It is true art that only the residents of my world can see.

It will be a while before his friends see his work.

“Why are all your friends… clean? “Are you okay?”

“….”

“When those people saw you, where did you get hurt? Oh well, I understand.”

“…no.”

“sure?”

“I told you not to….”

“….”

“Just.”

Listening to the sound of his aching heart hitting his brain, Song In-myeong waited for the material’s answer.

“…I didn’t want to see them get hurt….” “

….”

A voice was heard right after that.

“…Student Song In-myeong?”

“….”

“I’m trying to take the guy over there. Is that okay?”

His name was probably Jeong In-ho.

In response, Song In-myeong turned his eyes away from Jeong In-ho and looked at Lee Jae-heon, who had already fallen asleep. Well, since he was holding me from the moment I was really sleepy, it was understandable that I fell asleep during the conversation.

Song In-myeong rolled his eyes again and looked at Jeong In-ho.

“….”

It was clean on the outside, but dirty on the back.

He was certain that In-ho Jeong had heard Jae-heon Lee’s last words.

“…I have no authority to say anything, do I?”

“….”

“Take it with you.”

Jeong In-ho, who grinned at him, gently shook the unconscious Lee Jae-heon, tactfully putting his arm around his own shoulder, and slowly stood up. It seemed like he was being considerate of Lee Jae-heon, who was in a bad condition.

Then he moved away without saying a word.

“….”

Wow.

‘That’s hardly a natural monument.’

There were even two.

I can say without a doubt that this work was really cool.