I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 204

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Unfortunately, it was a failure.
“This much isn’t enough. I could cure a cold or an upset stomach, but….”
Even with Earth’s level of medicine, that much was entirely possible.
There was no helping it.
I finally made my decision.
“I never wanted to reveal this.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t laugh.”
I possessed an incantation that maximized my magical power.
‘Red bean shaved ice, red bean shaved ice, delicious red bean shaved ice, with injeolmi topping, condensed milk is the national rule. Red bean shaved ice at the North Pole eaten with my Polar Bear friend.’
I had sworn I’d rather go sledding down the Erbe Mountains than reveal this, probably.
Kim Beolggol returned to Arun’s form.
“Good things should be seen with these eyes.”
I glanced around cautiously.
Arun gazed at me with his usual tender eyes.
“Red bean shaved ice, red bean shaved ice….”
“….”
“Delicious red bean shaved ice….”
So returning to this world truly had meaning… didn’t it?
It had to.
“Why are you so embarrassed?”
“….”
The Dragon, called the progenitor of magic.
It was certainly an absurd incantation for the Dragon to hear, yet Arun seemed unbothered.
“Let me do it again. Red bean shaved ice, red bean shaved ice.”
Arun murmured “how cute,” but I pretended not to hear.
Setting aside my embarrassment, I summoned a blizzard.
Optimal potion materials came rushing down.
I gathered the Arctic air and ice crystals into glass bottles I’d brought beforehand.
“Red bean shaved ice at the North Pole eaten with my Polar Bear friend.”
A fairly powerful snowstorm raged, but it was hardly inconvenient.
The protective barrier Arun had erected enveloped us both comfortably.
Arun spoke.
“Keep it going a bit longer.”
“Okay.”
Amidst the howling blizzard.
Arun murmured something.
Snowflakes the size of chestnuts pierced through the barrier surrounding us—pop! pop!—and came pouring in.
They were deeply colored, resembling chestnut-sized snowflakes that embodied “red beans.”
These were the core materials of the potion.
Arun placed a snowflake into a glass bottle.
There was no water inside, and the snowflake wasn’t a stone, yet it made a splashing sound.
Arun gave it a name.
“Let’s call it the Red Bean Shaved Ice Potion.”

* * *
Arun was the first to taste it.
After gulping down the completed potion, Arun beamed with delight.
“I can’t help but love you.”
“Huh?”
“I can feel your heart contained within this potion.”
Arun sighed with a wistful expression.
“If there were someone with sufficiently profound magical knowledge and keen sensitivity, they could feel the beautiful sincerity and agape love you’ve poured into this potion.”
“…Huh?”
“It’s such a shame and frustration that this world won’t understand it. People should know how beautifully sincere your heart truly is.”
As I always felt, Arun was quite the incurable romantic.
For instance, whenever I simply walked, he would marvel, “How can a gait be so lovely and graceful?”
Honestly, even if my gait were lovely and graceful, how much could it really be?
It seemed as though Arun’s eyes had a filter that made everything I did look beautiful and impressive—or rather, adorable.
“Anyway, it seems complete.”
Arun snapped his fingers, and countless glass bottles materialized.
“When did you prepare all this?”
“While you were sleeping.”
“While I was sleeping?”
“Yeah, express delivery.”
“This much?”
“Just kidding.”
Arun grinned and then said he’d simply raided some warehouse out of necessity.
“Y-you stole it?”
“Don’t worry. I left gold bars in exchange.”
“…”
“They’re probably shouting with joy right now.”
I wasn’t sure whether to call this a good deed.
In any case, thanks to Arun, we secured a sufficient quantity of glass bottles, and amidst the swirling snowstorm, we were able to mass-produce the sweet potion—or rather, have a sweet date.

* * *
I had assumed most people would be enthusiastic about magical potions.
At first, they were, somewhat.
Those standing at death’s threshold reached for the magical potions we created, and thanks to them, word of mouth about the potions spread rapidly.
Testimonies from people who claimed to have been saved by the magical potions began pouring in.
But that was short-lived.
“That’s unscientific. It’s probably just a placebo.”
Even Professor Choi adopted this attitude.
To Earthlings, magic was something unknown and difficult to accept scientifically.
“When we analyzed the composition, it was just water.”
“But still, quite a few people experienced effects, didn’t they? I think I felt better after taking it too.”
If it had remained in the realm of simple ‘disbelief’ like the Professor’s, it would have been fine.
[Food and Drug Administration launches full-scale seizure of illegally distributed ‘healing potions’.]
The government issued a statement declaring that the ‘healing potions’ currently in circulation were unapproved pharmaceuticals.
Numerous pharmaceutical companies came forward, identifying me as the distributor of the healing potions and vowing to uphold public integrity.
People like the Chairman of YY Pharmaceuticals.
[An utterly vicious scammer who profits by selling false hope.]
Before I knew it, I had become a con artist exploiting people’s hopes.
I suppose I had underestimated Earth’s system far too much.
I didn’t have much time left now.
The magical formula to return to my world was already in motion.
At most, a month would pass before the dimensional gate opened, and I would return to that place where my precious people awaited me.
Earth was barren.
The type of magical energy capable of interfering with interdimensional travel was extremely limited.
After scraping together every last bit and amplifying it repeatedly to create this miracle, there was no guarantee I could replicate it.
And there was no telling when I would return.
“Professor, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Go ahead, say whatever you wish.”
“That potion. I made it.”
“You, joking around.”
I pondered for a moment, then snapped my fingers lightly.
Whoosh—
Wind stirred.
Strong enough to shake the dining table and other furniture side to side.
“An, an earthquake?”
Professor Choi appeared flustered.
“It’s simple wind magic.”
“Don’t joke with me. Do you think I’m a child?”
The Professor gazed at me with warm eyes, as if looking at his granddaughter.
It seemed he believed I was performing some sort of trick or sleight of hand.
Professor Choi was an intelligent man.
Among scientists, he was the most rigidly analytical.
Accepting magic would be difficult for him.
“Time is limited, so I’ll prove it with something extreme. Would you mind looking outside the window for a moment?”
“Sure.”
Professor Choi slowly rose from his seat.
He still maintained an air of composure.
It seemed he was even anticipating what kind of trick I might perform this time.
“Don’t be startled.”
My incantation began.
Earth’s environment was so barren that it was difficult to manifest large-scale magic without an incantation.
“Red bean shaved ice, red bean shaved ice.”
“Do you want red bean shaved ice? Should I buy you some?”
“…Arctic red bean shaved ice.”
The incantation ended.
Professor Choi had already picked up his phone and was searching for a shaved ice shop.
“Professor. Outside.”
“….”
As Professor Choi looked outside, his phone slipped from his hand.
“….”
Tap! Tap!
Something struck the window.
Dark crimson granules resembling red beans.
Concentrated mana.
Apart from that detail, a relatively ordinary blizzard was raging.
“Wha….”
Professor Choi picked up the fallen phone and checked the date.
“It’s June, but this weather anomaly….”
He opened the window.
The weather was still warm.
It was physically impossible for snow to fall in such conditions.
“Strange, isn’t it?”
“…Yes, it is strange.”
“The snow won’t melt for a while.”
At this temperature, ordinary snow would melt completely and turn to rain.
If it were normal snow, that is.
Snow was accumulating on the ground.
Snow that didn’t melt easily.
“It’s magic I created. What more would I need to prove for you to believe me, Professor?”
“….”
“I’ve experienced another world. I met people I love there. I’ll need to return to that world soon. And this one.”
I slipped my hand under Kim Beolkkot’s arm and presented her.
Kim Beolkkot perfectly timed the release of her concealment magic.
“Squeak!”
“Isn’t she adorable? She’s actually a Dragon, but she’s taken the form of a Ratel for now.”
[Professor Choi. Pleased to meet you.]
The Professor still seemed to struggle accepting this reality.
“I think there was a reason I came here. People who suffer and struggle like I do. Perhaps helping them is my calling. Please help me, Professor. This potion has no side effects. Truthfully, I’m not entirely certain how far its efficacy extends. I can’t guarantee it will cure every rare incurable disease. But it should heal most ordinary illnesses.”
And then.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of knocking echoed through the room.
The moment I looked toward the door, figures in black clothing entered through the open window.
It was as if they had flown in.
Looking closer, they appeared to have rappelled down from the rooftop.
“Target confirmed. Proceeding with capture.”
I didn’t know it then, but these people were agents dispatched from the National Intelligence Service.
They approached with guns trained on me.
“I’m not resisting. Hands above my head.”
I was about to encounter a rather shocking revelation.

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