Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Do I Have to Pay with My Body?
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And depending on the choices you make amid those events, a person's future can change dramatically.
Whether for better or worse, people make choices and live out the futures that result.
A single moment's choice can make or break a life.
So why am I suddenly waxing philosophical?
-Rustle...
Because right now, there's a burglar in my house.
At first, I thought it was just my imagination.
-Knock knock.
I was chilling in bed, happily deep-diving into some concept posts, when suddenly I heard knocking at the door.
No one was supposed to visit, so I figured if it was urgent, they'd knock again later.
That's what I thought as I stayed put in bed.
...Okay, truth be told, I was just too lazy to get up.
The knocking stopped, so I assumed they'd left.
-Beep beep beep beep—Ring!
"Eh."
Suddenly, the front door lock clicked open.
How the hell did they open a digital door lock without a key?
My first instinct? Hide, immediately.
If this were my old self with over 30% body fat and a tanky build, maybe I'd fight, but...
With this frail body, resisting was basically just saying, "Come on, kill me."
The obvious hiding spots were under the bed or in the wardrobe, but with the front door opening, no time.
So, plan B.
"Zzz..."
Pretend to sleep.
I didn't know if the intruder's goal was money or something else, but surely they wouldn't mess with a sleeping person.
If it was my body they wanted... well, that'd be game over, but luckily, it didn't seem like that.
"Sleeping this late..."
The intruder came close, peeked at me, then lost interest and moved elsewhere.
Hey, treating me like some unemployed slob sleeping in? Rude much.
I'm not actually sleeping—I'm faking it.
I wanted to jump up and declare I'm a diligent person sticking to my daily routine, but...
-Rustle.
Life's precious; no need to act rashly.
I cracked an eye: their forearm was as thick as my thigh.
-Clank.
"What the hell's in this fridge...?"
Wow, modern burglars even rummage the fridge?
Not much in there though.
Just some bottled water and pre-portioned porridge for Magic Day.
"Lunchbox...?"
Ah, that was my saved treat for later.
Can you not take that, pls...
Lately, advising streamers drained my cash, so instant ramen was my daily go-to.
That 5,500-won convenience store lunchbox was my last supper before starvation—now stolen.
Unable to fight back, tears welled up involuntarily.
-Clank.
Thank heavens, the burglar shut the fridge without touching the lunchbox.
Thanks, anonymous thief.
More honorable than expected—true justice in theft?
Good that the lunchbox survived, but now what?
Waiting for them to leave felt risky; I might get caught first.
Calling the cops? Korean police would just go, "So what's the situation?" on loop—no way.
As I racked my brain for the best move,
-Step.
The burglar started heading my way again.
-Step step.
Eyes closed, but the footsteps grew louder—definitely approaching.
'Why? Why? Why? Seriously why?'
No valuables? Gonna threaten me instead?
No money in the bank—don't report, just leave quietly pls.
Do I really have to pay with my body? Ugh, anything but that.
Against my desperate wishes, the presence drew closer.
A shadow loomed over my head; their hand reaching for me.
Right before that filthy rapist hand touched my head,
"Sorry! Please just spare me this once!"
I bolted up, dogeza-style, begging them to overlook that.
"Wha— you scared me..."
Did my sincerity get through?
The intruder seemed startled and stopped advancing.
"You were awake? You gave me a fright."
Hey, mister.
"...Min-ji."
How do you know my name?
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The world line where Lee Min-uk became Lee Min-ji.
I thought the changes were just my missing lower parts, savings gone, and key deposit turned to monthly rent in this shitty studio.
But there was one more unexpected shift.
"...Pastor?"
The pastor who raised me in place of my late parents.
In Lee Min-uk's world, a kind, gentle old man.
In Lee Min-ji's, a gym bro chugging protein three times a day.
"Sorry, I thought you were a burglar..."
"I can see why you'd think that. Sorry for worrying you."
'How'd you even pick the lock.'
Face-to-face, it's definitely my pastor... but the body...
Same face, ripped physique—feels like a face swap. Can't adjust.
And most of all,
"Min-ji, how've you been lately?"
Why so gentle, Pastor?
To me, he's like a father.
Memories with him full of warmth and affection,
[Min-uk, dipped into the offering again, huh.]
[No memory of raising a thief... hurts my heart.]
Full of...
[Let's get beat for exactly what you took.]
[Run if you want; I'll find you and beat you anyway. Save your strength.]
...Or not?
Thinking back, only beatings with the stick come to mind.
"Min-ji...?"
"Y-yes? Oh... uh, yeah... doing well."
I don't know the differences between Min-uk and Min-ji,
but his attitude toward me was totally different.
Before, it was "Grow up already!" tough love.
Now... like worrying over a wayward kid endlessly.
The lost money and chastity sting, but this life ain't bad.
Being a girl doesn't stop the trolling.
Hell, I can leverage it for bigger aggro—more fun than before.
"You weren't picking up calls, so I worried something happened..."
"...Calls?"
...Never rang?
Checked: oh lord—
[Blocked Number: 010-XXXX-XXXX] Lee Min-ji, you madwoman—blocked the pastor who raised you like his own for over 10 years.
I only skimmed offerings; never this filial piety crime.
Heck, I was a model son comparatively.
Savoring quiet victory inside, I fibbed gently to spare his feelings.
"Sorry, must've blocked you by accident while spamming spam blocks."
"Ah, I see..."
His relieved face confirmed it worked.
The pastor I knew never made that expression.
What the hell did Min-ji get up to?
Great to see him after ages, but this side? Uncomfortable.
"So... eaten yet?"
"Not yet."
"Can't skip meals. Let's grab a bite together—been too long."
Uh, that's... a bit much.
Hard to refuse without that sad face again.
Going out's a hassle, nothing to eat at home.
Oh, right.
"Wanna split the lunchbox? Pretty big portion."
"...Lunchbox?"
"Splurged on it, but let's share."
Worth it for Pastor.
"...What do you usually eat, Min-ji?"
"Me? Ramen mostly."
"...Short on cash?"
Uh, well.
Kinda?
"Yeah...?"
Definitely short, right?
"...I'm sorry. All my fault."
Hearing that, he grabbed my hands, apologizing profusely—nearly tearing up.
Facing this, I vowed inwardly.
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