Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 083
Chapter Title: New Feature (2)
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[Ohhh! I barely made it out alive! Huff huff!]
Thanks to Yeonwoo, the Child Spirit escaped from the prison of tiny fern-like hands.
But in its place, something else had slipped away.
……Yes, what?
It was Yeonwoo's wits.
“That's amazing!”
“Sae-hyeon! How can you hog him all to yourself? That's not fair!”
Even the two little heads that came rushing over started bickering, each claiming him as theirs.
And not just anywhere—they were fighting over Yeonwoo's waist.
The cute tussle between the two heads finally calmed down when a heavy voice fell.
“Woo Sae-rim, Woo Sae-hyeon.”
No matter how you looked at him, Woo Do-gyeom didn't seem like a typical kids' dad as he lazily added in a dangerous tone,
“What did Daddy say?”
“Good children should...?”
“......Keep proper manners.”
Woo Sae-rim and Woo Sae-hyeon slunk away from his waist, fidgeting.
Then they clasped their small hands tightly and bowed politely from the upper body.
“Thank you for helping us.”
“Thanks for your help.”
“If it weren't for the pretty big brother, we might've kept suffocating and not seeing anything until we died.”
“Yeah. Sae-hyeon and I were in so much pain and it was so hard, but the pretty oppa showed up and made us healthy again!”
A polite greeting, in their own childlike way.
The problem was that it didn't end there.
“Daddy said we have to repay any help we get.”
The twins chattered determinedly, clenching their fists.
Among them, Woo Sae-hyeon pulled out a small piece of paper from his bag.
“Here, pretty big brother.”
“......What's this?”
XX Bank.
That was written at the top.
Below it, in cute letters: “Cute Deposit/Withdrawal Passbook.”
“We wanted to repay the pretty big brother...... so we brought the best thing we have!”
It looked like a young child had diligently saved up their allowance.
Yeonwoo glanced at Woo Do-gyeom.
'Is it really okay to accept this?'
That was the implication.
But Woo Do-gyeom was watching Yeonwoo and Woo Sae-hyeon with eyes full of interest.
As if he were curious how Yeonwoo would react.
“Hmm...... alright. Thanks......?”
He took it since it was offered.
Refusing here would hurt the child's pure heart.
“We couldn't save a lot...... but it's the most I have!”
“It's the heart that matters, not the amount...... huh?”
Yeonwoo, who had been flipping open the passbook, froze for a moment.
‘......What is this? Am I seeing things?’
It was definitely a passbook handed over by a seven-year-old as thanks.
But what was this amount?
“......?”
Not eight zeros, not nine, but a whopping ten.
Was this number for real?
“The amount isn't...... important......”
Yeonwoo barely managed to finish his sentence.
“Woo Sae-hyeon, move! Pretty oppa doesn't look too happy!”
“N-No, that's not it?!”
“Anyway. It's not just about money, right? See? He's got the same blank expression as before. Move. I have a gift too!”
Pushing aside her twin brother, Woo Sae-rim appeared and lightly beckoned with her hand.
An attendant came in from outside the hospital room, carrying a large bag.
Clank!
The sound of metal clashing rang out.
Woo Sae-rim excitedly flung the bag open.
Yeonwoo doubted his eyes.
“I saved these up so hard. Aren't they super pretty? I picked only the pretty ones. They suit the pretty oppa!”
Woo Sae-rim asked with sparkling eyes.
Seeing that, Yeonwoo was at a loss for words.
And that was because,
“......Those are all real...... guns, right?”
What Woo Sae-rim had excitedly shown him were sleek firearms.
“Yeah! Models are boring!”
“......”
Boring models, so she collected real guns.
“This one's from Beretta—unique design. The barrel is exposed, so it's prettier than the others. This Glock has a simple design, but it's made of plastic so it's light and easy to handle! This Colt......”
Watching Woo Sae-rim explain enthusiastically, Yeonwoo thought,
‘......Aren't guns illegal to possess in our country?’
His head spun, unsure where to even start criticizing.
“Woo Sae-rim. Woo Sae-hyeon.”
The kids, who had been chattering about whose gift was better, shut their mouths tight.
“What did Daddy say?”
“......Gifts should be something the other person wants.”
“Otherwise,”
“It's forcing it...... But Daddy, I really want to give this as a gift. Can't I?”
“Me too! Pretty big brother needs this......”
[Truth]
The status window suddenly popped up in front of his eyes.
The doubt that this might be some rigged setup vanished in an instant.
That was even more shocking.
‘They really meant to give me billions and guns?’
The scale of their gratitude was way too massive.
“Kids. You don't have to repay gratitude with material things. We can feel it from your hearts alone, so you don't need to give anything.”
“But you said enemies should be repaid tenfold, and favors a hundredfold?”
“Who said that?”
“Our daddy.”
Woo Sae-rim pointed at Woo Do-gyeom, who was watching the situation with amused leisure.
The culprit behind the nose-digging money that was absurdly huge and the illegal collectible pistols.
That man was the source.
“Mr. Woo Do-gyeom. Do something about this.”
Yeonwoo approached slowly and whispered through gritted teeth.
But instead of resolving it, Woo Do-gyeom spouted nonsense.
“You really are harder to read now. Did something happen?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It's subtle enough to tease me since I can still kinda figure it out.”
“What?”
“It was quite the entertaining show.”
“Hey, look here.”
“Maybe you don't like the kids' gifts? But they're sincere, so accepting would be nice.”
“......”
“If it's lacking, I'll make up for it. What do you think about that building I mentioned last time? The one in Seocho-dong. Or the apartment complex in X-dong that's going into redevelopment this time......”
“No. That's not it.”
Woo Do-gyeom seemed to think he refused because it was too meager, not too excessive.
“Pretty big brother. Can't you accept it? Please?”
“It would be great if you did......”
In the meantime, the kids had sneaked closer and grabbed Yeonwoo's clothes.
“Your feelings alone are more than enough. So it's okay not to give anything.”
“But......”
The twins hesitated.
“We had something else we wanted to ask for......”
“Hm?”
“If we don't accept anything, we can't ask for favors......”
The kids mumbled, looking deflated.
So what they'd offered was repayment and a bribe at the same time.
‘No wonder it felt off......’
Yeonwoo's 'instinct' was still alive and kicking.
“What did you want to ask?”
Normally, he'd ignore it.
But the other side were kids—and in a situation similar to his past self.
“Can we?”
“Really?”
Their faces suddenly lit up, stirring an inexplicable unease.
And then.
“Then...... can you live with us?”
That unease took solid form.
“Pretty oppa, can't you live with us? I'll give you all the other collections at home too. Okay?”
“Me too! I'll save up my allowance hard and give it all to you!”
“No, kids......?”
As if that wasn't enough, a heavy voice suddenly interjected.
“That's a good idea. No, a great one?”
“Yes?”
What nonsense was this now?
“'Lifespan light lasts a lifetime,' you said. So repaying once is less than spreading it over a lifetime. Not a bad idea at all.”
Woo Do-gyeom's face was serious.
Even.
[Truth]
Such an alert popped up.
“......”
This guy.
Was he sane?
No matter how he thought about it, he seemed crazy.
Yeonwoo seriously questioned Woo Do-gyeom's mental health.
“I already have my own place, though?”
“That house the kids came and went from so easily? Toss out a dump like that.”
In an instant, his luxury mansion became a shabby hut built from scraps.
“Hmm. While we're at it, something with more legal ties than just living together would be better. That way, you can't run off easily.”
Run...... what?
“We should look into becoming guardians first. Adoption might be tricky given your age, Yeonwoo.”
“......?”
Was he serious?
[Truth]
The status window floating over Woo Do-gyeom's head revealed a truth he didn't want to know.
This was insane.
His head throbbed more, whether from imagination or not.
“Cut the nonsense. Are you in your right mind? Who locks someone in a crazy den like that? I thought people like you didn't touch civilians like me.”
If not for the cold voice cutting in, he might've collapsed unsightly again.
‘Is this the feeling from dramas where they grab the back of their neck?’
He felt like he could act blood pressure rising and fainting all too realistically from now on.
“Nonsense? I'm dead serious.”
“If you're serious, that's even worse. Yeonwoo isn't the type to mix with your crowd.”
“I won't deny that. But wouldn't I be helpful instead?”
“I can't see how you'd help.”
“Young master, don't you know too little about the world? I figured you knew the entertainment industry isn't all clean.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“I know your father is impressive, but your mother's so pure you've stayed naive about that side. You'll need someone like me eventually.”
“Ha, handling dirty money makes you an expert on the filth, huh.”
“That's why someone like me would be good for Yeonwoo, right?”
“Yeonwoo is plenty amazing without that. And if needed, I'm here.”
“I know you're great, young master, but as a public figure, you can't move freely. You know how many ugly people are in this industry.”
“......”
The icy exchange chilled the air.
The tense atmosphere was broken by the doctor arriving with blood test results.
“Excuse me. The results are in......”
Unaware of the situation, the doctor stammered through the report in the hostile vibe and fled the room.
“You heard? He needs rest. Please leave for today.”
“Can't tire out my benefactor, so I should.”
Woo Do-gyeom, who had already dealt enough mental damage, shrugged.
“It's not just today.”
Taking the whining kids, Woo Do-gyeom left, and only then could Yeonwoo breathe.
But there was still an ambush left.
“Yeonwoo, you aren't taking that man seriously, right?”
“Don't jinx it. Let's not talk about him.”
“Good. Stay away from that guy. And...... if there's any issue, I'll step in, so don't worry.”
He seemed bothered by Woo Do-gyeom's parting words.
“No worries at all. More importantly, give me your hand.”
“My hand? Why......”
Yeonwoo snatched Kwon Sung-hyeon's unsuspecting hand.
“Phew. Now I can live.”
Placing Kwon Sung-hyeon's hand on his forehead eased the throbbing headache.
Being nearby helped plenty, but direct contact was optimal for transferring spiritual power.
“......This won't fix my anger. You need to take care of yourself too.”
“I'm doing that now. But are you mad?”
“Slashing your arm with a knife so dangerously...... Sigh. No.”
Kwon Sung-hyeon rubbed his face with his other hand.
“I'll watch you more closely from now on. Do as you like, Yeonwoo.”
“Yeah......”
Luckily, he seemed to drop the lecture he was about to unleash.
Just then, Kwon Sung-hyeon's phone rang.
“Oh. I'll take this call, Yeonwoo.”
In the quiet hospital room after Kwon Sung-hyeon stepped out phone in hand.
Having stabilized his mind and body with Kwon Sung-hyeon-style spiritual power therapy, Yeonwoo opened his eyes brightly.
“Alright, time to check out the new feature.”