If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 13

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Episode 13

There was no instruction manual, and no follow-up window appeared either.

I briefly thought about just rolling it randomly, but quickly gave up on that idea.

What if something went wrong? Ordinary citizen Seosing-a hadn’t lived so recklessly until now…

“Excuse me? Are you still there?”

Who am I even talking to right now…?

‘So this is such a one-sided communication method?’

Only appearing when they want to appear, and can’t even have a conversation?

I felt like I was going to burst from frustration – but let me stay calm.

I shouldn’t get angry. I wasn’t the protagonist or anything special.

I was just a useless extra caught up in Min-su’s regression incident. I should be grateful they’re not sending me back. Where else would you find a place that gives missions and even rewards?

‘Sir, you’re reading my humble heart, right?’

Time was still frozen.

While being conscious of whoever might be watching and putting on a humble act, I frantically tapped the floating window everywhere.

I couldn’t find a dice manual anywhere, but fortunately when I clicked on things like the [Excellent] grade, detailed explanations popped up.

“Ah~ so over 80 points is [Excellent].”

Report cards are issued unexpectedly like now when the challenger reaches important milestones, and officially twice a year on birthdays and New Year’s.

There are a total of 7 grade levels assigned.

Outstanding: 90 points or above

Excellent: 80 points or above

Improvement: 70 points or above

Average: 60 points or above

Effort: 50 points or above

Below that exist Insufficient and Inadequate, and penalties are given for [Inadequate] grade, meaning below 30 points.

“Official issuance is twice a year…”

‘Wait, this really is a report card?!’

Going back to school from the beginning after regression was already driving me crazy, and now I have to receive report cards twice over?

I felt a bit overwhelmed, but decided to think positively about it.

Anyway, the 1 trillion mission had already started, and if I just do well, wouldn’t it mean I get rewards as a bonus on the path I have to take anyway?

Just look at this dice.

Maybe because it’s an Excellent grade reward, I don’t know its purpose yet but just from its appearance I got a strong feeling it was a very good item.

I was already starting to feel attached as I fiddled with the dice in my hand.

“But excuse me, do I carry this around like this? What if I lose it or someone steals it? Isn’t there loss or damage insurance or something- Oh my!”

“Huh? Why are you calling Mom? Why?”

Mom called out to me again asking why I was acting like that, but I couldn’t quickly come to my senses.

People and the surrounding scenery that started moving busily again as if asking what had happened.

I stared at them blankly for a while, and only came to my senses after coming out of the bank.

I reflexively searched through my bag.

‘It’s not there.’

The lucky pouch was sitting quietly in my bag, but no matter how hard I looked, the dice was nowhere to be found.

So was what just happened real?

It was at the same moment I thought about what would happen if I lost it.

The dice that was on my palm just melted right in…

I unconsciously clenched my hand.

‘Did the dice melt in? Into me?’

I don’t even know its purpose yet, and instead of rolling it once, it melted and disappeared into my body? Then how exactly do I roll this and how does it work?!

‘Give me back my dice!’

“Sing-a. Sweetie. What’s wrong with you? Are you sick again somewhere?”

“Mm-hmm. No~ I’m just happy because I earned money.”

“This little one is already money-crazy!”

Mom laughed cheerfully, but I couldn’t laugh at all.

Holding back my desire to cry, I could only keep shouting for the system to come out in my mind…

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“Sister? You must be coming back from grocery shopping.”

“Oh! Hyeon-gyo’s mom!”

It was when I was trying to calm my troubled mind and head home.

We mother and daughter ran into Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s mother from apartment 1001, the upstairs neighbors, in front of the elevator.

She spotted us first and greeted us with a gentle smile, and as expected of Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s mother, her demeanor was endlessly elegant.

From her neat half-up hairstyle that revealed her forehead like Shim Eun-ha to her fair skin and graceful gestures.

She was truly like the personification of ‘refinement.’

What a world of difference from someone’s mom who has some kind of explosive lion’s mane trying to copy Kim Hee-sun with a Niagara perm.

I wonder how Dad tolerates Madam Bang’s hair…

“Sister, isn’t that heavy? Did you carry it all by hand?”

“What else can I do when I don’t have a car? Oh well~ I have to accept this fate of mine. Where are you coming from? School?”

“Yes. I had work at the research lab.”

Elegant Hyeon-gyo’s mom, Eun Yeon-ju, was a university professor.

Something about art school…

According to Madam Bang, she even studied abroad in her youth, and to go abroad and study art in the 1980s meant she was truly rich among the rich. I was honestly slightly suspicious that there might be some Japanese collaborators among her ancestors.

“Sing-a. Give it here. Isn’t it heavy? Auntie will carry it for you.”

A kind Japanese collaborator- no, how can such a kind beauty exist in this world?

I looked at her with great emotion as I was carrying a 30-egg carton with my frail child’s body, but fake Kim Hee-sun tactlessly interrupted.

“It’s fine! She’s so sturdy. She’s different from how she looks. Among our family, she’s the only one who doesn’t catch a cold once in winter. She’s a different breed from a pure beauty like you~.”

Is that person my mom or stepmother?

“Sister, really~ Sing-a is so pretty.”

Kind Shim Eun-ha laughed off the fake Kim Hee-sun stepmother and took the eggs for me.

‘As expected, can’t match an educated person…’

“But sister, it seems like you have some good news.”

“Oh my, does it show?”

“Of course. You really should smile more. When I see sister smiling, it makes other people feel good too.”

Mom, who became even happier at how well she spoke, laughed cheerfully.

I also smiled warmly. How could anyone not feel fond of Professor Eun Yeon-ju?

Due to my kidnapping incident two years ago, Madam Bang Suk-yeong was bedridden for a full year.

Blaming herself and consumed by guilt, there were hardly any nights she didn’t stay up crying, and rumors even spread in the neighborhood that the newly moved 901 apartment mother had severe postpartum depression.

Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s family was the only neighbor who knew the real story.

It was because of Rampa Lim, who was kidnapped with me.

Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s father was a corporate executive secretary, and his boss was Rampa Lim’s uncle. (Probably that Jeon An-min person?)

Whenever Rampa Lim came to Korea, the executive secretary would take care of the nephew in place of the busy Jeon An-min, so Rampa Lim and Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s family had to be close.

It wasn’t for nothing that Rampa Lim kept going in and out of Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s house whenever he had time. When he came to Korea, he practically lived at that house.

So our family and Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s family, who went through the kidnapping incident together, had no choice but to interact, and naturally our mom and Hyeon-gyo’s mom became like sisters.

Having good-natured, well-character neighbors nearby was fortunate.

With the refined Seoul beauty sister caring for her with utmost devotion, Mom also quickly regained her spirits.

Hyeon-gyo’s mom contributed significantly to Madam Bang getting out of her slump. Dad and I were so grateful we could have bowed to Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s family.

Fortunately, Professor Eun Yeon-ju also genuinely liked Mom, not just taking care of her superficially.

Well, where else would you find someone so childish at middle age? It must be amusing.

When two married women with matching personalities and humor met, they almost forgot they were in front of the elevator.

I sat there spacing out beside them, feeling lonely as I thought about the dice.

Maybe that’s why I seemed to hear the phantom sound of dice rolling. …No, no! Wait a minute!

It’s not a phantom sound!

‘I can really hear it?!’

It was simultaneous with hearing the sound of dice rolling.

I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.

“Cousin.”

【The ‘Dice of Fate’ has been prepared.】

【Challenger, it is your turn.】

【Please roll the dice.】

Following the stranger’s voice, a mechanical voice echoed in my head.

When I instinctively turned around, a man I’d never seen before was standing there.

He was a very tall man.

He was slender and didn’t give off a physically dangerous feeling, but his appearance was bizarre to the point of being suspicious.

The long coat and baseball cap pulled down low were one thing, but a scarf wasn’t enough – he even had sunglasses on?

He had mobilized every item possible to hide his face.

He seemed like someone I’d never seen in the neighborhood, yet somehow I felt a strange sense of déjà vu…

The man was facing Professor Eun Yeon-ju, and as soon as he took off his sunglasses, the world came to a complete stop again.

‘Huh? That person is-‘

There wasn’t even time to be more surprised.

The sound of dice rolling grew stronger as if urging me on.

At the cool sensation, I looked down at my hand in shock.

Before I knew it, a pair of dice had appeared again and were clutched in my hand!

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