If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 7

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Episode 7

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“Are you really sure those kids didn’t hit our daughter? She didn’t fall either? Are you absolutely certain?”

“What would I gain from lying to you?”

“Don’t underestimate them just because they’re kids. Children can be territorial and do all sorts of things too!”

“Is, is that so? According to them, it happened suddenly… Now that I think about it, their faces did seem like they were hiding something!”

“See! Right? They were bullying her, weren’t they? Princess! Tell daddy honestly! This daddy won’t go easy on them just because they’re kids!”

“H-honey. Is that really something to be proud of right now?”

“But their attitude was different and they were really handsome. Usually only ugly kids bully others, I haven’t seen handsome kids do much bullying. If they’re handsome, why would they bully people?”

“Suk-yeong. Are you even thinking before you speak right now?”

“Brother-in-law! I’ll discipline my own woman myself. Don’t you dare say whatever you want!”

“Honey~!”

I ignored the immature pair of lovebirds and my thoroughly exhausted youngest uncle as I continued thinking.

‘Really… what is this?’

Wasn’t talking about the future just a matter of my choice?

There were no particular warning messages in the status window, and when I kept whispering to dad that aunt would backstab and betray him, there were no problems at all.

So I thought everything was fine…

‘Then what’s possible and what’s impossible?’

Does this mean I can’t tell mom about stocks that will skyrocket after the IMF hits, telling her to buy them up quickly?

Can’t buy dollars in advance either? Do I have to just let that famous 2000 dot-com bubble pass by?

Then how am I supposed to make 1 trillion won?!

Am I supposed to return to being the 30-year-old brain-dead version of Seosing-a who died in a traffic accident?

“No way!!!”

“Oh my. Daughter! What’s wrong?”

“Look at yourselves. Does your daughter look like someone who wouldn’t scream?”

“Mom, Dad! Uncle! Don’t worry! I’m going to live a long, long time! I’ll definitely live to be 100!”

“Daughter! You just had a nosebleed. Nobody thought you were going to die young!”

“…I’m leaving now. Ugh~ Why am I so tired?”

“Then please go in, brother. You worked hard today, but the temperature dropped and the parking lot is too cold. I won’t see you off.”

“I wasn’t expecting it anyway.”

What I need is information, and all I have is my body. What else is there to life?

Let’s charge straight ahead.

Winter of my six-year-old self as Christmas season approaches.

That’s how I began my self-conducted human experimentation with my own body… ugh!

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“What? She’s perfectly fine? That can’t be right. Doctor, please look again. Are you sure you examined her properly? The child really gets nosebleeds constantly!”

“It’s winter and it’s been very dry lately. Young children can experience this.”

“No! She gets nosebleeds at least five times a day, sometimes more than ten times!”

“Hmm… The frequency is certainly high, but as you can see from the test results… Actually, Sing-a is healthier than other children her age. Her hemoglobin levels are normal, and her platelet count came out perfectly fine. There’s absolutely no connection to the leukemia you were worried about.”

Madam Bang Suk-yeong, who had been shedding tears while watching things like “The Last Leaf” lately, looked utterly unconvinced.

She made a huge fuss as if she might faint at any moment, but the doctor’s firm words remained unchanged.

Eventually, mom grabbed my hand and stormed out of the examination room, fuming.

“Complete quacks! This tiny child bleeds so much, and what? She’s fine? How can the world be so cold to us mother and daughter!”

“…”

I feel very… guilty.

‘Sorry, mom.’

But I can’t exactly confess that it’s not an illness but a penalty for revealing heavenly secrets.

Mom couldn’t even take ten steps before collapsing weakly into a hospital chair.

I gently patted the back of my crying mother’s hand.

“Mom. Did you buy dollars?”

“Sob! You’re asking about that when your mom is crying?”

“Sorry, mom. But we need to exchange them quickly. You exchanged all 30 million won, right?”

“No. 40 million won.”

When I looked at her in surprise, mom wiped her eyes with her sleeve and grumbled.

“Mom’s not stupid either, you know? It’s strange. When I went to the bank, what was 820 won just last month had already risen to 850 won. Something felt fishy, so I secretly exchanged all the emergency money I’d hidden from dad. The bank asked so many questions, ugh~ I was so nervous. Did mom do well?”

“Yes. You did great!”

Our Madam Bang Suk-yeong has good instincts!

The hometown house was left by grandmother in mom’s name, so it was essentially like converting the entire sale value of that house into dollars.

She has the heart of a beast!

Well… mom is experiencing less hardship now thanks to her regressor daughter, but in the original timeline, mom was a seasoned homemaker.

She’s just a bit foolish and listens to her daughter too well.

She’s definitely not a stupid person.

‘Anyway, good.’

This worked out well.

I don’t know the exact numbers, but they said the exchange rate doubled in the year the IMF hit… roughly calculating it as double—

‘About 80 million won profit.’

Okay. That’s settled!

Now I have the seed money to scoop up domestic stocks that will soon plummet.

Why domestic stocks instead of US stocks?

Companies like Samsung or Hyundai that even children know are one thing. But the picture of a six-year-old urging her mom to buy stocks of American companies like Apple that mom wouldn’t even recognize is too strange.

I’m not some kind of monster.

Our parents who gave birth to me know best that I’m neither gifted nor a genius.

So until I start wearing a school uniform, I planned to invest only domestically as much as possible.

“But daughter. Did grandmother really tell you to buy dollars in your dream?”

“Yes. Amazing, right? I heard other families’ ancestors give lottery numbers, but our grandmother is incredible! Super awesome!”

“That’s true…”

“Mom, you don’t believe me again? Sing-a got everything right about great-aunt getting cancer and cousin Jeong-suk’s baby being named Eun-chu. Grandmother told me all of that. Don’t suspect Sing-a of being a liar again! I hate you, mom!”

“No. When did mom ever say our daughter was a liar? No~ Mom’s sorry~.”

The deceiver was half-hearted, and the one being appeased was half-hearted too.

Mom responded absentmindedly and sat in the hospital chair, looking up at the distant sky with a troubled expression.

“Sigh~ Should I go to a shaman instead of a doctor…”

“…”

Anyway.

The self-conducted human experimentation was successful.

After repeated confirmation, statements about personal fate or finances like just now were OK.

Saying someone will get seriously ill, dollars will rise, what stocks to buy, etc. These kinds of statements were completely fine. The symptoms were just mild nosebleeds or slight dizziness?

But when the scope gets bigger, that’s when it becomes very troublesome.

When I tried to say that the IMF would hit in 1997, blood flowed like rain from my nose, and all the strength drained from my body so I couldn’t continue speaking.

It seemed like warnings were given when it could affect many people or potentially change history.

Still, I thought I could endure this much, so I wondered what it would feel like and tried mentioning even bigger scale events.

For example, things like 9/11 or tsunamis.

Then I blacked out before I could even move my tongue to speak.

When I woke up, I was in an ambulance with mom and dad crying. They said I had vomited a whole basin of blood.

The test results showed nothing wrong with my body, but I personally felt something.

It felt like my lifespan had slightly decreased.

Well, it’s fine!

‘One experiment is enough.’

Anyway, that’s how I completed my guidelines.

Setting clear standards for what was possible and impossible made things easier for me too.

‘But what kind of logic is it that I can talk about great-aunt’s cancer, but not about Rampa Lim’s accident?’

Maybe celebrities are different…

In mid-December, Australia was currently in summer vacation season.

The Cart League was also in off-season, meaning, so I heard Rampa Lim would stay in Korea until January.

Thanks to that, he frequently visited Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s house, his only Korean friend, so I ended up meeting him several more times as a neighbor.

We became familiar and friendly like that, but I have no choice but to let him die young…

Being human myself, I couldn’t feel entirely comfortable about it.

But what could I do?

I couldn’t gamble with my own lifespan…

‘If I’m going to blame anything, I should blame Rampa Lim for being born with such a grand destiny-‘

“Huh? Isn’t that Rampa over there?”

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