If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 8

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Episode 8

What?

I flinched in surprise and looked in the direction Mom was gesturing. It really was him.

‘It really is Rampa Lim?’

He was standing with someone at a little distance.

They say speak of the devil and he appears – I was just thinking about Rampa Lim and now he shows up?

‘Why is he here?’

An Australian Korean that I have to run into not just in Bundang, but now even at Seoul Hospital? Can coincidences happen this frequently?

Mom, excited to see a (handsome) kid she knew, seemed about to call out to him, but with perfect timing, our number appeared on the payment counter display.

“Oh my, it’s Mom’s number! Don’t go anywhere else, call Rampa over so we can chat together. Mom will be right back!”

“Okay.”

Watching Mom’s back as she hurried toward the payment counter, I swung my short calves back and forth.

Of course, I had absolutely no intention of calling out to Rampa Lim to acknowledge him.

Just seeing him makes my conscience sting to death, so why would I call him over? I glanced sideways toward where Rampa Lim was standing.

Near the Christmas tree in the hospital lobby.

Unlike the 2020s when there were plenty of entertainment options besides Christmas, the Christmas season of the late 90s was flashy and grand.

Carols could be heard everywhere, and large hospitals were no exception, so the tree was sparkling brightly to match the festive atmosphere.

Rampa Lim, wrapped up in a scarf, was having a conversation with someone in front of that flashy tree.

I couldn’t see the face of the adult standing across from him from my position.

I was about to turn my head away, thinking I’d get caught if I kept staring.

‘Ugh.’

As expected. Our eyes met!

Rampa Lim, who spotted me, also widened his eyes and then-

‘Ah. Please. Don’t come over. Ack. Don’t run over here.’

“Hey! pixie! Sing-ah!”

“…I told you not to call me that!”

“But you do magic, don’t ya?”

(But you do magic, don’t you?)

“Don’t use English either…”

“Baby, you do magic tricks. Then Tinker Bell?”

“No. That’s cringey.”

“Cringey? Your Korean so hard to understand, girl.”

Rampa Lim shook his head and came over, sitting down next to me very naturally.

Then he leaned his upper body close to me and slowly examined my face bit by bit.

It was quite uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You still sick a lot?”

“…? I’m not sick though?”

“Lie. You bleed so much. Always. I saw clearly.”

His expression and voice were serious, which didn’t match his slightly awkward Korean pronunciation.

Rampa Lim spoke slowly.

“You very small, so bleeding that much dangerous. As you know, I’m kind of an athlete. I know bodies better than you. Your parents need to pay you lots of attention.”

“That’s why we came to the hospital…”

“Clever girl.”

Rampa Lim’s hand, larger than others his age, patted over my wool hat and passed by.

The boy from the southern hemisphere of the planet, where Christmas is always summer, had hands that were red and frozen from Seoul’s harsh winter.

My conscience began to weigh on me again.

Just as I was about to ask sarcastically if he didn’t have gloves, feeling uncomfortable for no reason.

“Rampa! How can you just leave like that suddenly? You startled me.”

“Ah! Sorry, Uncle. I met a friend.”

“You have a friend here besides Hyun-gyo?”

It was the man who had just been standing with Rampa Lim.

Around mid-thirties? A handsome gentleman with a very pleasant smiling face.

This might sound materialistic, but the long coat he was wearing was so expensive that it was practically gleaming.

“Haha, I wondered why you left so suddenly! You had such a cute friend here? What’s our little friend’s name?”

Oh, wait a minute.

‘Uncle?’

Could this be the person Rampa Lim was talking about when he mentioned “uncle” something when we first met?

‘Then is this person our landlord?’

Along with surprise, I somehow felt wary, so I just looked up at him quietly without answering.

Then Rampa Lim answered for me from beside me.

“Her- no, her name is Sing-ah. Her guardian stepped away for a moment. I should stay with her. Uncle, you go first.”

“What? You rascal. That makes me sad to hear. Rampa, this uncle called dibs on you first today. Did you forget? You promised to take uncle’s side.”

“No. I didn’t promise. I said I understood. That’s a different matter.”

Well, look at that?

Forgetting that I was observing the (presumed) landlord, I secretly glanced over Rampa Lim. It felt somewhat refreshing.

‘Even semi-pros are still pros, I guess.’

For a kid, his attitude toward adults is quite firm, isn’t it?

Perhaps I wasn’t the only one who got the feeling that he wasn’t easy-going, because the man suddenly changed direction and asked me directly.

“What does our young lady think? It seems like this big brother here can’t go because of the little lady, but uncle has something that really needs Rampa’s help. Could you let him go just for today?”

What’s he saying?

INFP trait: Really good at reading situations.

I quickly rolled my eyes to check Rampa Lim’s side, then said timidly and tactfully.

“Big brother… Sing-ah doesn’t want to be alone. Waaah~.”

“…”

No wonder that coat was so shiny!

Isn’t this the typical face of a scammer?

We mustn’t forget that child kidnapping was quite common in this era. Fortunately, it seemed I said the right thing as Rampa Lim, whose complexion had hardened slightly, said.

“Uncle An-min. Let’s go. I’ll call ya later.”

Uncle An-min?

‘I feel like I’ve heard that name a lot somewhere-‘

I froze. A chilling sense of déjà vu washed over me.

No way. Come on, no way~.

‘There’s no way such a coincidence could exist in the world?’

My heart was pounding. It couldn’t be. Repeatedly saying “no way” to myself, I carefully looked at the man.

“Is your name An-min, mister? What’s your last name?”

“Hm? Ah. Uncle’s name is Jeon An-min.”

Really Jeon An-min?

Goosebumps spread from my toes as if I’d been doused with ice water. One image flashed through my mind.

It was a picture that countless people remembered.

A matte navy blue machine racing steeply around the circuit with thunderous roar.

The main sponsor logo that was always attached most prominently to Rampa Lim’s racing car, which had been the fastest in the world.

【QERA】.

And Jeon An-min.

This name that all South Koreans in the original timeline would know is precisely the name of 【QERA】’s founder.

It was this very man right before my eyes!

The traitor that the regressor Park Min-su despised so much!

“The truth is, I am the founder of 【Quera】.”

“I know. The founder known to the world is someone else. But that bastard, that fraudulent bastard isn’t even a co-founder. He’s nothing but a vile traitor.”

“If I could go back to that time, I would never let it slide. Never again, those bastards…”

I looked back and forth between Rampa Lim and Jeon An-min, completely pale.

I remembered it very clearly. There was no way I could forget. That day was the day I had the accident that caused my regression.

How could I dare forget those words that Uncle Park Min-su had muttered so gloomily?

That voice filled with hatred was vivid, word by word.

‘Right, right. Quera was the main sponsor of the team Rampa Lim belonged to, so it’s natural that the two of them would have a connection.’

I know that.

But still, to think he was even his uncle?

Rampa Lim, are you really this unlucky?

‘This person is the main villain of this world?!’

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