Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Na-young Han
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After receiving the shocking news that Na-young and I had become siblings without a single drop of blood connecting us, how long had I been asleep?
I forced my heavy eyelids open and sat up.
I let out a natural yawn without blocking it and rubbed my eyes.
"Ugh......"
Suddenly, a sound from beside me caught my attention, and there I found Na-young sleeping soundly, breathing evenly.
"Why is the kid sleeping here again."
She was sleeping right next to me in my room, side by side, which left me a bit flustered by the reality of it.
The idea I had of going to bed together was completely different from whatever Na-young might have thought.
Still, I wasn't some trash who'd get excited over a young girl like her... no... no.....
"Mmm... Ji-hoon~"
My eyes drifted to her visible collarbone and the thigh not fully covered by the blanket.
Na-young still had a hint of youthful innocence, but her body seemed almost fully developed.
The exposed white nape of her neck and the fine hairs there stirred a man's base desires.
No matter how young she was, the strange allure and beauty coexisting in her nearly made me lose my reason and pounce.
"Hoo."
I let out a deep breath and carefully slipped out of bed so as not to wake Na-young.
Whether from just waking up or from the sight of Na-young sleeping beside me, I wasn't sure, but the massive tent in my pants was making me incredibly uncomfortable.
I headed out of the room to the bathroom and relieved myself.
That calmed the excitement down there a bit.
"Damn... she's so pretty."
Back in the room, I blankly stared at Na-young's sleeping face again.
Looking at her face, the only word that came to mind was pretty.
Without any makeup, she had a prettier face than any celebrity I'd ever seen on TV.
"When are you gonna confess, Na-young."
If possible, I wanted her to confess to me as soon as possible.
If she confessed first, I'd happily accept, and if I confessed first, she'd happily accept too.
So it didn't really matter who confessed first.
But still. You know how it is.
They say the one who confesses ends up in the weaker position in the relationship, regardless of gender.
I'd never had a girlfriend before regression or after, but I'd seen plenty of posts like that.
On top of that, not being much to look at myself, I couldn't deny the fantasy of a stunning beauty confessing to me, someone who had it all in terms of looks.
"Hehe......"
I pressed my finger into her soft breast, which hadn't slimmed down no matter how much she exercised, and she furrowed her brow.
"Hurry up and confess."
I can't even describe how much I hated and envied couples I saw walking by.
Especially those who'd been together for over ten years despite being so young—it drove me crazy with envy.
Together since they were kids.
While some slaved away studying to get even a slightly better life without time for dating, others played every day with their loved one, and in the end, their lives weren't that different.
No, the ones with girlfriends seemed to live happier lives.
"Let me be the one others envy for once, yeah?"
I brushed the hair peeking over her pretty face to the side.
She definitely liked me.
When Mom and Dad teasingly asked if she was my girlfriend, she didn't hate it—she blushed shyly, which proved it.
That meant all my actions so far weren't meaningless.
But why hasn't she confessed yet?
"Should I just do it first?"
In the future Na-young would live out, there was no picture of her with any other guy but me, now or later.
She'd be utterly devoted to me, completely smitten and unable to escape.
So ending this long standoff by confessing first didn't sound bad at all.
"Ahh. Whatever."
I scratched my head roughly.
I wanted Na-young, but also the other girls I'd have in the future.
Having regressed to the past, how could I settle for just one woman?
With their minds still immature, I could brainwash them thoroughly and build a harem.
Habitually, I scratched my head again.
Theory was perfect, but never having dated—being a total virgin kissless loser—was a huge obstacle.
I wondered if I'd even pull off the harem I wanted like this.
I let out a deep sigh and lifted my head.
"Time to do some FX."
No point agonizing over it like this; nothing would change.
I planned to sort out this frustration by ballooning my money through FX.
I pulled the blanket up just below Na-young's neck so she wouldn't get cold, then sat at the computer and turned it on.
After what felt like an eternally long loading screen, a blue background with the Windows logo appeared in the center of the monitor.
I immediately opened Internet Explorer and logged into the trading platform.
"Heh."
Checking the balance in my FX margin trading account brought a foolish smile to my face.
No wonder—money that had been a mere 100,000 won had ballooned to tens of billions in just a month.
I wanted to grow it even more, but with such huge amounts, orders at my desired price often wouldn't fill.
Still, pushing aside the regret, the absurd figure staring back at me made me indescribably happy.
Like I owned the whole world.
"Na-young. Your future boyfriend and husband is already a multi-billionaire at this age. Hahaha!"
I bragged to Na-young, who was sleeping peacefully on my bed.
"And soon to be a hundreds-of-billions guy."
I stretched my arms out wide to loosen up.
Lately, the U.S. subprime mortgage crisis had thrown the American stock market and world markets into chaos.
As a result, a bloodbath had hit the FX market, which powers couldn't completely mess with.
It had become their playground. Checking the upcoming FX charts via the future smartphone, I let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity.
It was blatantly a market where only powers made money. Or maybe just 0.0001% of people raking in the big bucks.
"Doesn't affect me, though."
With the answer sheet in hand, how could it be a problem?
"Oh."
I bet on the rise, and it shot up like a ghost possessing it.
Profit rate broke past single digits into double digits.
Plenty of balance left, but only 700 million filled—such a shame.
Still, betting 10x leverage on 700 million meant even a slight rise pushed profits over 10%.
"Now drop."
The future smartphone told me it'd drop around here.
So when it hit shoulder level, I dumped all my sells, then bet everything on the drop at the peak.
It dipped into the red briefly, then plunged headfirst as predicted—right through the floor.
"Hmm hmm hmm."
Bet on the drop, and the real-time chart obliged, blooming a smile on my lips.
A tune escaped my lips naturally, and with the drop confirmed for a while, I propped my feet on the desk and relaxed.
Then a sudden thought struck me.
"I've changed Na-young's future. Could I change FX's future too? Or maybe it changes because of me?"
Having so easily altered Na-young's future, the butterfly effect made me think FX could change because of me too.
But the FX margin market wasn't something one person could influence.
Not even Bill Gates could toy with it at will.
Though Gates might nudge the flow a bit, maybe I wasn't so different.
"Sigh."
I reached for the mouse idly.
I considered dropping leverage from 10x to 5x, no, 3x, but shook my head.
No matter how I thought about it, even as a multi-billionaire, I'd be a cute little fish in the vast FX ocean—no impact for now.
So once assets hit around 10 billion, then I'd consider lowering leverage.
"Kya... Thinking of myself becoming a power after being their plaything every day makes me so happy."
FX might be out of reach solo, but dominating domestic stocks alone? Bliss.
And not stopping there—becoming Korea's richest.
The future smartphone made it possible.
"I love you. Love you."
I'd come to love the future smartphone as much as my family and Na-young.
Pre-regression, I'd endlessly griped about it compared to new flagship specs, and now I felt so sorry.
Now it felt like my most precious treasure—no, something I could even love like a person.
I'd heard of crazy guys loving objects, never dreamed I'd be one.
"I'll make you a case later, Universe."
The top contributor putting billions in my hands, yet still rocking a torn rubber case? Unacceptable.
I'd buy one, but none fit yet, so custom order it was.
Super tough material so it wouldn't shatter if dropped anywhere.
"Long now."
Bet on the rise again.
Only 100 million filled this time.
I furrowed my brow wondering why only 100 million.
But soon, I stared at the monitor in disbelief, unable to look away.
Why only 100 million? Turns out massive volume hit right at my entry point.
What? Why the sudden dump now?
And it was rising faster and steeper than the future smartphone's chart.
My feared scenario had happened.
No loss, but the future changing hit me hard.
I couldn't fathom what I'd done to alter the future.
I hadn't even posted on communities. Even if I stirred up Koreans, it wouldn't rock FX much.
"Huh...? What's this."
Clutching my confused head, scanning the exchange, I spotted the rankings by chance.
"Holy... insane. For real."
My nickname sat proudly at #1.
Total profit lower, but profit rate overwhelmingly first.
#2 at around 2,000%, mine at a whopping 3,700,000% in a month.
And it showed my current position.
Of course, when I bought, people followed, flooding volume.
That's why only 100 million filled for me.
"Can't hide this?"
Looking for a way to hide it, nothing came up.
Realizing people used this exchange for no deposit and copying high rollers, I ditched it boldly.
I switched to another site with rankings but no position info—just profit rates.
It required huge deposits, but pocket change for a multi-billionaire like me.
Thus, ditching the old one, I hit over 1,000% profit in a day and claimed the top rank again.