Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: [Regressor] Song Seong-yeon's First Love and First Regression
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"...It's a skill."
The EX-rank skill that greeted me upon my return.
It was also a curse.
An eternal shackle that wouldn't disappear unless I offered him tribute.
'God is watching over me! There's no doubt God blessed me and Chang-gi!'
No.
They just wanted to watch me struggle.
They gave me this skill, certain I'd do something idiotic.
Why hadn't I realized it?
"What's wrong? You've been spacing out. You've seemed off since earlier."
"Chang-gi ya..."
I'd fallen even deeper in love, oblivious to it all.
Before he died, he shielded me once more.
Just like when he'd saved me from that fire as a kid, he threw himself into the fight against the golem.
'He died because of me.'
Love was truly a sickness.
I'd thought I could never understand the yanderes from subculture stuff, not from a woman's perspective.
It seemed too stupid—going mad over someone you like.
But it was me.
I was that idiot.
The pervert who got wet thinking of his death.
"What's up with you? You're really acting weird today. Why the sudden change?"
"It's nothing..."
That day, I masturbated.
I reached continuous orgasm for the first time.
Fantasizing about his death.
—I woke from that nightmare of horrors.
"Why couldn't I stop back then?"
I asked myself the regret I'd voiced a thousand times before.
The sun had risen.
The tower was in an uproar, chaos outside.
He'd cleared the 10th floor.
What followed was nothing special.
I handed the Silver Tower over to 【Maan】 and climbed the Golden Tower.
I wanted to clear the Golden Tower, still uncharted, and give a grand reward to the lover who'd saved me.
I wanted to offer him tribute.
—Because he was the man I loved, the one who'd saved me. I wanted him stronger, cooler.
—Because I wanted the whole world to recognize Chang-gi's worth.
I wasn't afraid, thanks to my regression skill.
I thought it was a sure win.
—Who could've guessed the tower lord saw even the act of regression as a perverse thrill?
You, who have insulted my tower and love with the pettiest of methods, shall receive due punishment.
[One] Do not reveal your identity until he notices.
[Two] Do not whisper wicked truths with that foul mouth.
[Three] The man you love shall become baser than any other...
[...Watch his fall from the closest vantage, consumed by a woman's jealousy.]
[No matter how you writhe in lust like thirst, your love shall never be redeemed.]
※ Interferes with the mind of your beloved. Skill correction makes it hard for him to realize your identity.
※ By the tower's curse, you are bound by oath. Your body and voice change at will.
※ Your beloved is cursed. Calamity from women befalls him.
"And this is the result..."
After endless regressions, they caught on over there too.
The Golden Tower's lord realized my petty antics and cursed me for daring to speak of love.
The curses upon me numbered two.
—One from the Silver Tower: the curse of infinite regression until I reward the one I love.
—The other from the Golden Tower, upon me and Chang-gi: the curse that he remains ignorant of my identity.
Even if he figured it out, the outcome depended on the tower lord's whim.
In some regressions, he'd notice but survive; in others, his head exploded.
I knew the criteria.
—Safe if he realizes naturally, like remembering me from my bra, in a slightly funny way.
—Death if I intervene deeply or he uncovers it in a way the tower lord finds boring.
—100% death if exposed through another's mouth.
Disgusting rules.
I let out a hollow laugh at the skills that gifted me this hell.
"Two EX-rank skills. Impressive, me. I couldn't give Chang-gi a damn thing and hogged them all for myself."
Hahaha... ha...
...Idiot.
What the hell am I doing?
Burdening my benefactor, cursing him with woman trouble, becoming immortal myself, shoving him into the Golden Tower this time around.
I'm the worst woman.
'The worst masochist, unforgivable no matter what tribute I offer.'
That was my true identity.
............
"...He should be coming soon."
Suddenly, my body changed.
From voluptuous to androgynous... proof he was approaching.
"Bet he's pissed I dragged him into the Golden Tower without a word."
Of course. I'd provoked him like that.
Dragged him in, gave no explanation, basically abandoned him.
What kind of shitty friend does that?
"Time for my scolding."
I hated it enough to die, yet deep down, I anticipated it greatly.
He knocked on the door.
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"Chang-gi nim."
"What."
"Are you really going to hit her?"
"Beat her."
"............"
"Why the look? Hey, is it my fault? She tossed me into the tower without a word! Look! I cleared it just like she wanted! I get some of the situation, but I'm not letting this slide!"
"Chang-gi nim..."
Ceres now addressed me formally.
With that polite voice, she'd said she wouldn't interfere at first, then slyly took our little bastard's side.
"She's right. Even Ajumma thinks Seong-yeon messed up this time."
In contrast, Bridge noona defended me.
"She dumped a death sentence on you. On her own friend, no less. No excuses this time."
Her utterly just words nearly brought tears.
"No, hitting's fine, but... please spare her face at least..."
"What, you idiot?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"I cannot say."
"Ugh, more bullshit."
I said that, but I knew why she couldn't speak.
I'm someone who dies knowing certain truths. And Ceres probably knows part of Seong-yeon's truth.
Warning me that hitting her face is dangerous...
"...Got it. No face shots then."
"Buttocks preferred. Abdomen at the solar plexus."
"Too specific?"
"........."
"...Tch. Fine."
"Thank you. If that doesn't sate your anger toward Seong-yeon nim... you may use my body as well."
She brushed her own body suggestively.
Voluptuous, lewd, youthful.
Lying to say I wasn't tempted, but not now.
"Don't need that. Don't make me trashier."
"...Yes."
As Ceres bowed, I heard footsteps beyond the door.
Perfect timing.
She appeared, disheveled, black hair with longer white streaks.
"...Hi."
"Yo, you little shit. Slept like a baby while I was in the dungeon?"
"Yeah..."
"Short answers?"
"Sorry..."
"........."
I turned to noona.
"Leave us?"
"Yes. Sorry you won't see the beating."
"No worries~! Ajumma'll be in the lounge, take your time~."
"Thank you."
I entered as noona turned away.
Slamming the door hard, locking it tight—no entry.
............
Hoo...
"Hey. Seong-yeon ah."
"Yeah."
"You know why I'm here, right?"
"I do. So, let me say—you should hit me. It'll feel good."
Ugh, fast talker when it suits her.
I smashed my fist into her face.
"Kuhk!!"
Ceres said no face, but I wanted that one shot.
Not full force—just to smear the sticky stuff on my hand.
"Guh, ugh... What the... smells...!"
"Stinks, huh? Hey, fuck, the ass from the 10th floor... You know how much I stirred it with my hand? Those slutty succubi marked my fingers with their juices! You know how fucking nasty that lingering pussy smell is, you bastard!!"
"No need to rub it on me—"
"Shut up, you fuck!!"
I flew a kick.
Simple, but infused with aura—full sincerity.
—Thwack!
"Kuheuk!?"
She didn't dodge, clean hit.
She rolled on the floor; I rolled too.
"Ha... Hey. Hey. I came straight from Madam without returning buffs just to beat you~! How's it feel, fuck? Hurt a lot?"
"Hurts... your dick's the best..."
"What dick? Who'd think I'm bullying an innocent kid."
I hauled her collapsed body up.
Kicked her gut again, sending her crashing into the corner chair.
"Kuhuuuk!!! Hah, ugh, sorry... really... sorry..."
She landed perfectly seated.
Just three hits, and the pent-up rage cooled.
Regretted not hitting sooner, but pondered the next topic.
'If the knight's words were true... and this bitch had no malice...'
So I spat it out.
If she was really my friend, she'd react outwardly.
"Hey, you little shit. Know what that damn constellation told me? Why I'm freaking out when I should be laughing and drinking?"
"...No."
"Bullshit you don't. You cleared the 10th floor here before, right?"
"...!"
She flinched.
"What... are you talking about...?"
Poor lie, I pressed mercilessly.
Prodding her gut as she straddled the chair awkwardly.
"Hey. What loop is this?"
"Kuh... Huh?"
"No 'huh'—how many times have you killed me? Not another head explosion, right?"
"Chang-gi ya!?"
Big reaction at last.
Head hung low on the chair, she lifted it doubting my words, eyes wide—hilarious expression.
"Chang-gi ya... ha, don't... don't say more!!"
My friend was truly a regressor.
What a guy.
"Nope. I know everything. Well, not quite—but you die if I know too much, right?"
"Chang-gi ya!"
"Shut up. I'm not dead yet."
"No! Still dangerous! Don't! Please!"
Never seen her this flustered.
As Seong-yeon teared up, I stroked her hair and cheek.
'—Head's fine.'
I avoided the knight's NG words.
"So, like the pure-love knight said, directly asking about regression is fine?"
"Hic...!?"
Suspicious guy, but he gave the truth I wanted.
Dunno why he pushes me, but he's good people.
If I hit 20th floor next, grab some snacks?
"Not mad. Well, pissed, but mostly cooled. Don't tense up, idiot."
"Chang-gi ya... how... how did you..."
"Wanna know? Feels maddening not knowing, right? But what if I don't tell? You'd squirm like me."
"Ugh, sorry! My fault! Please tell me!"
"Hmm?"
"Chang-gi yaaa~!"
"Quiet. Not deaf, dummy. Hey, sit straight. Let's talk."
Tissues on the desk—wiped my hands.
Tissues, not wet wipes...
Lingering pussy smell annoyed, but I endured, savoring the moment.
'My secretive friend now begging for my secrets.'
This is fucking fun.
That's why people keep secrets.