Chapter 45 – Episode 45
Jinseong looked at me with big eyes.
I recalled Oh Mi-yeon’s inner thoughts.
[After a long time, she listened to a song she used to enjoy. In contrast to the bright melody, I feel like I am left alone.]
[The female protagonist in the movie looked really, really happy, but my life seems so small and shabby.]
[Why? Why do I live? Is it really right to live this unhappy life? Wouldn’t it be better to just die?]
[I hate Eugene. I don’t like living hard, and I don’t like changing. I hate believing that everyone can change like me.]
Jinseong scratched his cheek with his index finger.
Then she recalled what she said.
[No matter how hard I tried, my life did not change dramatically overnight.]
[Even though I try, it doesn’t change dramatically.]
[The more I tried, the more I gradually changed, so subtly that I couldn’t see it.]
Looking back later.
I thought it was wrong to say or do something.
To a person in despair, ‘Live hard like me. He said it with the nuance, ‘If you work hard like me, your life will change.’
From the perspective of Oh Mi-yeon, who is listening.
It would have sounded like a high level, heavily armed with unique items, showing off his weapons to a beginner with an old dagger.
“Even if I think… My words and actions were really tasty…”
In the first place, he should never have said the word ‘effort’.
It was deceptive to mention the word effort when talking about using cheat abilities.
‘I was a little careless.’
Of course, Jinseong’s intention was.
The intention was completely different.
Jinseong wanted to help Oh Miyeon. She wanted to prevent Oh Mi-yeon from committing suicide. She was frustrated and wanted to give her hope.
She lives with her hopes.
Oh Mi-yeon also hoped that she would have her hopes.
I hoped she would shake off her despair and stand up.
‘So, what should we do to give Miyeon her hope? What should I do to prevent my words and actions from sounding like food?’
To comfort the frustrated Oh Mi-yeon.
To comfort someone in despair.
What should I do?
‘Okay, I don’t know. It’s difficult.’
The world seems very difficult.
I thought I had deepened my understanding of human nature by reading people’s inner thoughts, but I realized that I was actually ignorant.
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Arrived at the gym.
It snowed a lot today, and I had to stop Oh Mi-yeon from committing suicide in the evening, so I went to the gym in the morning.
‘It’s a jogging skip. It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do.’
I wore sportswear. She checked her weight, squeezed her stretches, and ran on the treadmill as usual.
Walk for 3 minutes and run for 3 minutes.
Again.
Walk for 3 minutes and run for 3 minutes.
I repeated walking and running.
“Jinseong, it’s been a while.”
“Uh? Myungho hyung? Hello.”
“Hey, you’ve lost more weight than when I saw you last time. Has your face become more handsome? Do you also take care of your hair? “It looks like your hair has become thicker too?”
Myung-ho Lee looked up and down Jin-seong as he ran on the treadmill.
Hair that has become denser. A slimmer body. Handsome appearance. Healthy complexion.
A change at the level of heaven and earth. He had turned into a completely different person.
[Inner thoughts: Wow, this is really amazing.]
[Inner mind: Losing weight is never easy, so how hard do you have to work so hard to lose it in a hurry?]
Jinseong scratched his cheek with his index finger.
I was honestly embarrassed by the high praise.
‘I was able to change quickly thanks to the era of success…’
On the one hand.
Praise can make even a whale dance.
I feel better.
The corners of my mouth went up by themselves.
“Myungho, I have a question.”
Are you curious?
“How can we give hope to someone who is deeply depressed and wants to take their own life?”
To Jinseong’s question.
“It’s difficult.”
Myungho Lee’s answer was skeptical.
“Even if Mr. Jinseong says a hundred good words or comforts them a thousand days, his voice will not be heard in their ears.”
“…”
Myungho Lee quenched his thirst with bottled water.
“There are two main realistic methods. One, take him to the hospital. Two, gently persuade her by offering to buy her something delicious.”
“…”
Myung-ho Lee walked on the treadmill.
“Mental illness is much deeper, darker, scarier, and more painful than Jinseong thinks.”
“…”
He smiled bitterly.
Changed the topic.
“Are you reading the book you recommended?”
“Yes, I read a little bit every day.”
“Exorcism. Very good.”
“It was difficult, but it was good.”
Jinseong saw a store window while running.
‘What gives hope is… It was almost impossible…’
The gaze was fixed on the item.
‘Still… Nevertheless… I wish I had hope…’
The name of the item was mental recovery agent.
[Mental recovery agent]
[Content: When taken, restores the mind by 1%. Peace comes to your mind for 24 hours.]
I read the item contents several times.
‘At least for me… Thanks to the era of success… There are many ways to help…’
As long as I am determined to prevent suicide.
As long as I decided to save it.
The plan was to save it unconditionally.
Jinseong did not think that only physical death was death. He thought that the collapse of the mind was also death.
“Myungho, I think I’ve finally found the answer to the question, how do I want to live?”
“Really?”
Jinseong nodded.
He devoted himself to exercise.
[Inner mind: What kind of exercise do you do so brutally? Running, push-ups, burpees, jumping rope, strength training…]
[Inner thoughts: I didn’t lose weight in a short period of time for no reason.]
Myungho Lee stuck out his tongue.
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Oh Mi-yeon was working as an accountant.
‘I want to die…’
She went to work from her shabby studio apartment.
‘I want to die…’
Put on pretty makeup.
Wear neat clothes.
Walk with a clear and kind expression.
Attention was focused on Oh Mi-yeon.
Passersby look back.
An office worker walking down the street is mesmerized.
The student’s face turned red.
Either that or not.
There was no focus in her gaze.
There are no others in consciousness.
No noise reached her ears.
‘I don’t want to live…’
The pleasure of living these days has gradually disappeared.
None of my hobbies were fun.
Even the sweet dessert wasn’t delicious.
There was no one I could trust and rely on.
There is not even a speck of hope to be found.
There was only frustration and despair.
‘Taste of rice!’
I ran into Jinseong Yoo again today.
‘Tastes like dog food!’
It was such a strange thing.
I just bumped into Yoo Jin-seong, but I felt bad.
Irritability surged through my heart, which was as empty as an empty steel tablet.
‘Real dog bastard. It changed again. You look handsome again. I lost weight again. It tastes perfect. I want to hit you.’
Even though I was cursing on the inside, my face was smiling.
She was good at masks.
“Miyeon, are you in a bad mood?”
To Jinseong’s question.
“Huh?!”
My poker face is broken. His expression hardened. The pupils were dilated.
“I don’t seem to be in a very good mood.”
“… ?”
To be honest, I was quite embarrassed.
“Are you in any pain?”
“No.”
I shook my head a couple of times.
“I’m busy with work. “Enough.”
Jinseong passed by. Actually, it wasn’t something that was passing by. Jinseong, who read her true thoughts, was embarrassed and ran away.
It was the third time.
A person who reads his inner thoughts.
‘I want to die…’
As soon as the irritation subsided, severe depression came again.
‘I don’t want to live…’
I thought it would be better to be annoyed by Jinseong.
I left work.
‘Not yet…’
We were preparing for sales.
It’s been a while since I wanted to eat a bowl of udon at a food stall.
‘I don’t want to live.’
Should I just die?
‘Okay, let’s die.’
I didn’t have the confidence to live any longer.
Living was more terrible than dying.
I went up to the rooftop.
I tried to jump.
‘Why?’
Oh Mi-yeon couldn’t help but wonder.
‘Why?’
She bit her lip in embarrassment.
“Why!!”
Her body didn’t move.
She couldn’t jump.
Her head was full of thoughts of jumping, but her body refused.
She couldn’t lift a finger.
“Miyeon.”
A voice came from behind.
It was a voice she was familiar with.
‘Taste of rice?’
She looked back.
The sincerity was visible. He approached. She shook her head. Don’t come closer. Don’t stop me. I want to die here.
“It’s dangerous. “Please come down.”
She shook her head violently.
“Come on.”
Doridori.
“Hold my hand.”
Doridori.
“But you still have to buy it.”
Doridori.
Oh Mi-yeon slapped away Jin-seong’s hand.
She looked back.
Will jump But unfortunately she couldn’t jump.
“Under…”
Oh Mi-yeon sat down. Buried her face in her knees. She was sad, pitiful, and her tears flowed.
She cried for a long time.
“Are you okay?”
“Taste of rice.”
“Yes?”
“It’s the taste of your food. I really hate it.”
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
“Miyeon, it’s cold. Instead of staying here like this, why don’t we go to a food stall and have a bowl of udon?”
Snack cart? Udon?
“… “I don’t like it.”
“You like it? Let’s go quickly.”
I grabbed Oh Mi-yeon’s arm.
She stood her up.
“… Don’t you have ears? “Is it decoration?”
“Ah? “You like udon?”
“Really?! “Why do you ignore what people say?”
“I really like udon too.”
“Hey!!”
“Miyeon can’t die anyway.”
“…”
Jinseong swallowed his words.
I used an action restriction (one-time) item.
“You really taste good!”
“Yes, that tastes right.”
Oh Mi-yeon closed her mouth. She gave up resisting. Obediently, she was led by him and sat down on the chair of her stall.
She was getting ready just a moment ago.
She was in business.
“Under…, Why on earth did I…”
Don’t try to commit suicide.
Why do I have to eat udon with you?
Why with you, who has poor taste in food?
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Page 3 of the Misfortune Diary has been deleted.
All misfortunes were prevented.
At the company.
Jinseong and Oh Miyeon met.
“Miyeon, please have a cup of coffee.”
“It’s okay.”
“Oh my gosh, don’t worry, please take it.”
A paper cup was handed over to me forcibly.
Oh Mi-yeon looked down at the paper cup.
“Didn’t you ride something strange?”
I flinch.
Jinseong’s pupils trembled.
‘How did you know?’
Items were mixed with coffee.
“I will drink well.”
Oh Mi-yeon took a sip of her coffee.
“…”
Is it because of my mood?
Her gentle face became even softer.
The eyes, which seemed like empty shells, were filled with warmth and freshness.
[Inner heart: Warm. It’s cozy.]
[My inner thoughts: Rice tastes good in coffee.]
[Likeability: 10]
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Today.
It’s my date with Park Ha-yeon.
