If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 92

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Episode 92

The regressor who knew the future was confident and imposing.

Since the only lottery tickets she knew in her lifetime were lotto and pension lottery, her thinking was very simple.

Toto?

You just need to know which side wins, right?

No! That wasn’t it….

The 2002 Sports (Soccer) Toto had two methods in total.

First, who wins.

The [General] lottery type that only requires matching win/draw/loss of the game.

Second, what score they win by.

The [Special] game type that requires matching the exact score of the game.

The first general type is literally a ‘lottery’.

The total sales revenue becomes the prize money, with the largest prize awarded to the first place winner who gets the most correct.

And the second type, the game format where you match the game score, is what we commonly think of as toto, where ‘odds’ exist and if you’re lucky, hitting the jackpot isn’t a problem.

But…

Why didn’t anyone tell me that all these toto games are ‘bundled’?

「Father! Did you buy the toto? Let’s do it quickly!」

「Phew~ There were so many people at the lottery shop! Here! It’s ready. Please bestow your prophecy, Great Lotus Fairy!」

「Alright. Write this down. Poland vs South Korea, Korea wins.」

「No, no. Wait a minute. From number 1!」

「…Huh? What number 1?」

「Number 1! France vs Senegal! Start from this one!」

「…Huh? What? What France, what Senegal?」

「Haha. Daughter~ Princess~ What’s wrong! You’re joking, right? There are numbers 1 through 14. Please call them out in order~.」

「…Why are there up to 14 numbers?」

「Because toto originally bundles 14 games per ticket to match?」

「….」

「Seonnyeo?」

「…No. This doesn’t seem right! This isn’t it!」

「Why are you- Ah, ahh~! I get it. I understand. Father made a mistake. I bought the wrong one.」

「Right? That’s it, right?」

「Yes! What daughter mentioned wasn’t this but Special, right? The one where you match game scores. That one only bundles 2-3 games per ticket. Haha. Father made a mistake.」

「….」

「…Father made a mistake, right?」

Number 1. Lottery type = 14 games per round.

Number 2. Special type = 2-3 games per round.

Nowhere could she just present only Korea’s results.

This world was absolutely not lenient to an extra who had regressed without memorizing World Cup scores and lotto numbers….

‘How would I know who won between France and Senegal?!’

Before regression, I was an extremely ordinary ’96-born MZ generation.

I had no interest in sports, wasn’t a soccer fan, and in 2002 I was a daycare kid with missing front teeth!

About 2002, I only knew that South Korea miraculously advanced to the round of 16, quarterfinals, and semifinals, Park Ji-sung became a national hero, and Ahn Jung-hwan did his ring kiss goal celebration.

But I’m a regressor, aren’t I? I have pride, I can’t give up like this.

Just one game.

There was one game where I remembered the exact score.

The legendary round of 16, South Korea vs Italy!

‘We won 2-1 and went to the quarterfinals! I clearly remember it, Uncle Ahn’s prime time ring kiss!’

「Daughter~ This time it’s Special, right? Number 1 is South Korea vs Italy, number 2 is Mexico vs United States, number 3 is Brazil vs Belgium!」

「Yes! Number 1 is Korea wins 2:1. Mark it for me.」

「Okay. What about numbers 2 and 3?」

「I don’t know!」

「…Huh?」

「I said I don’t know. Just put in all possible numbers. Don’t you know about permutations?」

「….」

The total number of permutations calculated by racking her brain this way and that was 256.

Due to the per-person limit, you could only mark 100,000 won worth, meaning 100 tickets per person, so Father alone wasn’t enough.

Going through private or dark routes would be simple, but that’s illegal! This side was law-abiding citizens~.

Thus the Seosing-a Family, aka the Toto Expedition Team (Father, Mother, Youngest Uncle) was formed.

The three of them busily went around 5 lottery shops and invested a total of 1.28 million won.

If they won, hundreds to tens of thousands of times profit would be laughable, so the expedition team didn’t mind the legwork.

Everyone waited for the results with big smiles.

And….

「Oh my, the Seo family~! So close! You got the 2:1 exactly right.」

「Huh? If they got it right, why do those guys look like that? They all look like they came back from a funeral!」

「Toto is originally based on regular time. 90 minutes! Only the scores from exactly the first half 45 minutes and second half 45 minutes are recognized, overtime scores aren’t included. But who knew we’d win in overtime? What good does getting 2:1 right do! The money all went to those who bet on the 1:1 from the second half! Tsk tsk!」

Round of 16 South Korea vs Italy.

Game result: 2 to 1 (overtime).

「….」

「….」

「…It’s a bust. All busts. Bust bust bust.」

So cold….

Starting with Uncle’s muttering, the Toto Expedition Team began giving Seosing-a Fairy one-star reviews.

「Daughter. Maybe your divine luck ran out?」

「That’s right, daughter. I don’t know what you did wrong to Grandmother, but you as the granddaughter should apologize first! Our mother isn’t such a petty person. She raised six children alone after Father died early.」

「Tsk tsk. Uncle told you to purify yourself with a bath and ask the General, but you wouldn’t listen… Sigh.」

Thus over a million won flew away as waste paper, leaving only collapsed credibility and the bitter wounds of a money-losing bird….

‘How was I supposed to know that toto doesn’t count overtime scores?!’

“I’m never gambling again….”

Lying in bed, I kicked off the blanket in frustration.

From the World Cup nightmare starting with the dormitory owner uncle, to how likely it was that Min-su was a systems engineer, to what degree of affection the Park siblings had, etc.

While I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep from all the chaos filling my head.

Tap….

Tap tap….

“…What’s that?”

I groggily sat up.

I thought I might have heard wrong, but the sound continued.

As I approached the window with full wariness, once again tap, it hit the window and disappeared.

It was like a small stone.

After hesitating, I carefully opened the window.

In one corner of the dark garden, a shadow was moving.

Frozen in the position of throwing something, looking up at me—

“…!”

Rampa Lim?

As I leaned out in surprise, Rampa Lim standing among the lemon trees grinned.

‘Come down.’

Before I knew it, the time had passed midnight.

The staff who had been chatting in the living room had all gone to bed.

Immersed in the silence of night, the dormitory was quiet. I tried my best to muffle my footsteps.

Unlike me who didn’t dare make a sound, Rampa Lim in the garden was sitting leisurely on a low stone wall, swinging his legs. It was absurd.

“Is something wrong? How did you get here at this hour!”

The garden had naturally grown dark by this time too.

The only light came from one wall lamp and a couple of glass lanterns hanging between the lemon tree branches.

Every time the low-saturation orange light swayed in the wind, Rampa Lim’s face appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

“Catch.”

Rampa Lim picked up something from across the wall and handed it to me.

I reflexively caught it.

‘What is it?’

It was a small paper bag like the kind used for baguettes and a takeout cup.

The bag was heavy, and the cup was still warm when I held it, as if it had just been brought.

Where did he get these things at this late hour? Looking closer, I noticed the hotel logo printed on the cup.

“I don’t know what you need. When I asked the hotel staff, they said something sweet and warm would be good.”

When I opened the lid of the paper cup, warm steam spread out. It was richly brewed chamomile.

“Chamomile is, uh, It’s good for… you know, easing the muscles? What’s muscles in Korean again. Ah, geun-yuk.”

“….”

“I asked them to put honey in it too. You like sweet things. There are more of those in that bag.”

Inside the paper bag were chocolates and lemon candies and such. There was a variety, packed full enough to feel heavy.

Chamomile. Chocolate. Candy.

They were all good for menstrual cramps….

“…Did you come just to give me this?”

My voice came out muffled and hoarse. I couldn’t help but ask.

“Why are you so good to me?”

Then Rampa Lim chuckled as if it was ridiculous and mischievously lowered his voice.

“If I’m not good to you, who should I be good to? Hm? Tell me. If you let me know, I’ll go to them instead.”

“No way… only be good to me.”

“Fool.”

Rampa Lim’s laughter was so tender, and this tenderness made my heart flutter so much that I sniffled and impulsively asked.

“Will you marry me?”

Rampa Lim answered decisively.

“No.”

“….”

…?

…Excuse me, wasn’t that answer a bit too fast…?

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