If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 2

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Episode 2

Chapter 1. Only the Strong Survive in the 90s

“Mister. Do you have the key for Room 813?”

“Oh, it’s Sing-a~ You’re back already? Your mom said if you come by, go wait at Haewon’s house.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

“Your mother worries about you a lot!”

The security guard shouted behind me.

A world where even house keys are left with the security office. Unimaginable in 2026, but this was normal back then.

I walked trudgingly, swinging my daycare bag.

As expected of the 90s. The air quality is amazingly good~.

No fine dust whatsoever, the sky is high and blue, and the cicada sounds are pleasantly cheerful.

‘But now mom won’t even let me go home.’

I understand though.

Even after diligently sending her to daycare early in the morning, how could she not worry about her six-year-old daughter who keeps leaving early whenever she gets the chance?

One night I heard her whispering with dad over chicken feet, wondering if our kid was being bullied.

In modern times, they would’ve turned the daycare upside down checking CCTV, but in the 90s that ran on loyalty and trust, there was no such thing.

Mom examined my body a few times while bathing me, then that was it. Seeing nothing particularly wrong, she just concluded that her daughter was peculiar~.

Apart from the 90s’ coolness, that’s just how our mom is. To put it nicely, she’s bold; to put it badly, she’s scatterbrained…

‘But her love for her child is outstanding.’

That’s enough then. Her daughter even regressed in time, so I’ll take care of our mom.

Right. That’s right.

I regressed.

The reason? I don’t know.

The culprit? Probably that moving truck…

Actually, that regression truck must have been flustered too.

Because I wasn’t the intended target.

I looked up at the poster hanging on the bulletin board next to the elevator with wistful feelings.

Korea’s Miracle That Amazed the World!

The Nation’s Young Hero Conquers Silicon Valley!

In Korea’s Name, to the World!

20th Century First-Class Corporate Hero

QERA Chairman Park Min-su’s Success Story!

Look at that. Look.

How is that face of a man in his thirties, clearly radiating the greasy shine of ‘I succeeded’… the same person as that miserable Gollum homeless man?

Even daily Rejuran injections wouldn’t produce such a dramatic effect. So that Gollum uncle originally looked like that?

“Min-su sir…”

As expected, you’re the protagonist of this world…?

So-

To summarize, here’s the story.

Homeless Park Min-su was the protagonist of a chaebol regression story like Jin○jun from the drama 《The Youngest Son of a Conglomerate》, and I’m Extra #1 who was clueless standing at the protagonist’s starting point and got caught up in it by accident.

After being reborn and grasping the situation, my impression was naturally…

Jesus Christ! Thank you!

A free regression?!

Is there such divine luck? I’m especially relieved that I’m an extra, not the protagonist~!

That’s right. If I’d been given preparation time, maybe, but what would I know after regressing like a bolt from the blue?

Stocks? I was just an ordinary citizen ant.

The companies I knew were Apple, Microsoft, Google, Nvidia, Tesla, Samsung, Nix, etc… just what everyone else knows.

Futures options, leverage? What’s that? I don’t know…

I only know that the IMF happened in 1997, but I don’t even know the exact date. What do you expect from a ’96-born MZ?

Being from liberal arts, I also had zero science knowledge to utilize my major.

The only information I clearly remembered was the date when Seok Eunchoo entered Bitcoin during my freshman year of college.

‘I used to imagine what I’d do with 10 billion if I went back to that time, every time I went to sleep, every time I showered…’

Anyway, an extra who regressed by accident without any special knowledge or information, unable to even memorize lottery numbers.

From my position, there couldn’t be a better environment than this.

While the protagonist diligently drives the bus called South Korea toward becoming an economic powerhouse, I just need to watch sweetly from the sidelines and collect coins, right?

What a beautiful extra life!

…That’s what I thought.

‘Damn, if only this wasn’t here…!’

【Mission! Let’s become a billionaire (*US dollar standard)!】

[Challenger: Seosing-a (Unconfirmed Variable)

Time Limit: 2026-03-01 00:00 (KST)

Upon Failure: Return to Origin

Upon Success: Choose Return or Settlement]

※Accidents and injuries experienced at the origin will not be recovered. (Challenger’s current state upon return to origin: Brain death)

[Challenger’s Current Holdings:

$1,402 (₩1,102,624)

Mission Progress: 0.0001%]

Hi~? Were you waiting?

It’s me, status window haha.

「Waaahhhhh! Ahhhhwahhhhh!!!!」

「Huh, what, why is the kid crying?! Su, Sukyeong-a!」

「What! Seo Shinhyeon, what did you do this time?!」

「It’s unfair! I really didn’t do anything this time!」

「But the kid is having a fit?! There, there~ It’s mommy, mommy! Stop! Don’t cry. Okay?」

「Waaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!」

「Ah, no, why is the kid really acting like this?」

「Room 813 kid’s mom! Do something about your kid! What kind of child wails like that? Did she see something she shouldn’t have?」

I saw it… Yes. I saw it…

An unwelcome guest that suddenly appeared before my eyes one day.

As soon as I turned six and my brain developed a little, escaping from infancy when I was just an eating and pooping beast, that red window descended as if it had been waiting.

What? A billionaire?

It even kindly and clearly specified US dollar standard so I couldn’t play dumb.

A US standard billionaire means…

1 billion dollars!

About 900 billion won in Korean currency as of today in 1996!

When the IMF hits soon, with the exchange rate explosion issue, about 2 trillion won… Really ⅩⅩ! Are you kidding?

“Ah geez~ I’m tearing up again.”

Should I take comfort in the pocket money from the sapling savings account and piggy bank that my parents are saving under my name, scraping together every penny?

For reference, March 1st, 2026 was the day I was hit by a moving truck together with Park Min-su.

In other words, if I can’t earn 1 trillion won within the next 30 years, I’ll be reset to thirty-year-old Seosing-a in a brain-dead state.

It was literally a case of ‘contracting a disease where you die if you can’t save 1 trillion won’…

‘It’s, it’s okay~ Let’s stay calm!’

We have Bitcoin on our side.

Seok Eunchoo started investing in Bitcoin around fall 2015 and earned 10 billion won from 5 million won. There’s no reason I can’t do what she did, right?

If I assume I can save about 30 billion and get in earlier than her, it’s not impossible. Yeah.

‘Bitcoin will be my salvation.’

Mr. Satoshi, you’re working hard, right?

You can’t disappear due to some butterfly effect from the likes of Park Min-su… Only you are my savior…!

Of course, to go all-in on coins at the right timing, you need sufficient seed money (initial investment capital).

It’s a long road ahead.

I need to plan carefully.

Our family was a typical working-class household of the 90s, with dad working in sales at H Motors and mom running a children’s clothing store.

With no support from either side of the family, both parents had no one to lean on.

To raise seed money in these circumstances, I had to plan well and run hard from now on.

Fortunately, for reasons unknown, I was born in 91 instead of the original 96, gaining 5 years of growth time.

The IMF crisis is next year, 1997.

To execute the first stage of my plan, there isn’t much time left!

Ding dong―.

[Who is it?]

“It’s Sing-a~ Is Chamsol Oppa there?”

[Oh! It’s Sing-a! Mom! It’s Sing-a! The door, quickly the door!]

[Hey, don’t run!]

This place was Apartment 1403 in the next building over.

It was a large apartment where the most well-off people in this complex lived. The front door opened noisily and a boy with a beaming smile appeared.

“Sing-a! Did you come to see me?”

“Chamsol Oppa~ Hello!”

I waved my hand while glancing behind to check. Oh yes~ As expected, she’s here today!

“Hello, Auntie!”

“Mom, can I play with Sing-a?”

“Wait a minute. Sing-a, shouldn’t you be at daycare right now? How did you get here? Does your mother know?”

Who said you can’t spit on a smiling face? There are people born capable of it.

Even though I was wearing the innocent, sweet smile typical of young children, Choi Chamsol’s mother, Yun Yirae, paid no attention and snapped at me.

But this woman wasn’t doing this because she disliked me – this was just her natural personality.

Knowing this well, I wasn’t intimidated. Instead, I muttered with a noticeably shrinking demeanor.

“I heard Chamsol Oppa was sick, so I came to see him. I was worried Oppa might be sad if Sing-a played alone… Did Sing-a do something wrong?”

“No, no! Sing-a, don’t cry! You didn’t do anything wrong! Mom!”

I’m not crying, little guy.

Still, I rubbed my eyes with my sleeve to match the vibe.

When even her own son started tearing up, the flustered Yun Madam hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

“It’s not that you did anything wrong, Auntie was just worried- Never mind. Come in for now. Don’t cry.”

This woman definitely doesn’t have much patience.

She’s cold even to her only son, so how much more so to someone else’s child? If I really started whining and crying here, she’d immediately call my mom and tell her to come pick up her daughter.

I quickly stopped and followed her in with modest steps.

Seeing this, Yun Madam’s tone clearly softened.

“Sing-a, word has spread around the neighborhood that you keep skipping daycare. Even Auntie heard about it. I’ll let it slide today, but you can’t do this again next time.”

“Yes… But today I really came because I was worried about Chamsol Oppa. Sing-a only has Chamsol Oppa as a friend at daycare.”

“Really?”

Yun Madam seemed somewhat flustered.

She seemed well aware of her son’s social skills.

Well, no matter how busy a career woman is, she can’t be completely unaware of her child’s situation at daycare.

That’s right. Until I started playing with him, little Choi Chamsol was in a truly miserable state at daycare. I don’t know how many times those round glasses of his got broken from bullying.

“No, no, Mom! Sing-a is really popular! She’s the most popular in the Chick class, and number one in the Sparrow class too! Everyone wants to be her friend, but Sing-a just…”

Choi Chamsol hung his head low with a bright red face.

Yun Madam also had the expression of someone who understood the situation.

What other reason could there be for a girl who wasn’t even in the same class or the same age to play with her weak son who was an outcast at daycare?

Sympathy! A spirit of service! Love for the people! That was all there was to it.

I think the favorable impression setup is sufficient at this point.

I also stepped forward around then.

Tilting my head cutely while firmly holding little Choi Chamsol’s sweaty hand, I smiled like Nightingale.

“But they said friends have to like each other. It’s not okay if only one side likes the other, and it can’t be just anyone. Chamsol Oppa is smart and kind, so he teaches Sing-a everything and always lets me have my way. That’s why Sing-a likes Chamsol Oppa! We like each other, so we’re friends. Auntie~ I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Si, Sing-a…!”

“…Sigh. Sing-a is really kind. Much better than Oppa. Take your time playing. Auntie will prepare some snacks.”

“Thank you, Auntie!”

As she was turning around, Yun Madam carefully patted my head. Her touch was clumsy as if she hadn’t done it much, and her voice came out slightly hoarse.

“Please continue to be good friends with our Chamsol.”

While nodding obediently, I had an intuition.

‘Success~!’

Is this stage 1 complete?

Recalling the name Yun Yirae from my old memories was pure coincidence.

After receiving the 1 trillion mission, I was agonizing over how to raise initial capital with this young body that had no special talents or extraordinary abilities.

As always, when mom was chattering to dad after he came home from work about neighborhood gossip, the moment I heard something about Chamsol’s mom and divorce, I realized it like a bolt of lightning.

Oh my goodness!

That ‘Yun Yirae’!

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