## Chapter 66 – (17)
Poong-woon with a determined look, Namgoong Yoo inside the blanket.
And me.
Only Poong-woon was unaware that a bizarre love triangle was unfolding at this very moment.
“So… what’s going on?”
“I have something to tell you about Seol-young.”
“…About Seol-young?”
My blanket twitched.
Of course, it wasn’t me trembling; it was Namgoong Yoo inside the blanket reacting to the mention of Seol-young.
I wanted to stop this conversation right now.
I was afraid of Namgoong Yoo, who was massaging my legs intensely inside the blanket as if venting her anger on me.
It felt like a thigh massage, but if I hadn’t absorbed her inner energy, it would have felt like torture.
I could feel murderous intent in her hands.
“Before I tell you the story, I have something to say.”
“Yeah?”
“Who are you?”
That was a very difficult question to answer.
In a way, it felt like a philosophical question.
“What do you mean, who am I?”
“Perhaps, are you hiding your identity or do you have a different real name?”
I wasn’t hiding my real name.
As for hiding my identity, I could say yes.
I wasn’t from the Demonic Cult or the Evil Sect, but I came from a completely different world.
“You think I’m hiding my identity?”
“Yes.”
It was an unwavering answer.
When I asked how he could be so sure, Poong-woon slowly moved his lips and replied.
“In my entire life, including my past life, I’ve never heard of a talent like yours.”
“…Past life?”
“Yes, I’m a regressor.”
A regressor.
Someone who returned to the past with memories of their previous life.
My mouth slowly opened.
I could feel Namgoong Yoo shuddering inside the blanket.
She must be surprised.
Actually, there were some strange things.
The vast knowledge he occasionally showed, the reaction he showed when he saw Seol-young’s condition improving.
Above all, when he said he had obtained two lucky encounters at the same time, I had a thought that maybe…
But to think he was really a regressor.
“Does that mean I didn’t exist in your previous life?”
It was an obvious story.
“That is, if you’re not hiding your name.”
“You doubt me?”
“No, I don’t doubt you. You’re a good person… that’s why it’s even harder.”
Then Poong-woon ran a hand over his face.
Poong-woon began to talk about his past, his previous life.
“…I was just a third-rate martial artist in my previous life…”
“…”
That was also hard to believe.
Right now, Poong-woon, along with Namgoong Yoo in the blanket, had skills that could be said to be the best of the younger generation in the Orthodox Faction.
“In this life, I took care of the numerous lucky encounters and relationships I had heard about in my previous life, and thanks to that, I was able to rise to the undeserved position of the second disciple of the Hwasan Sect.”
Even as he said that, Poong-woon’s expression was not bright.
Then he sighed deeply and lowered his head.
“Is that why the future has changed so much?”
Poong-woon grabbed his head with both hands as if feeling guilty.
“The Cheonmu Academy challenged us to a martial arts contest, Jung-sun became stronger, Seol-young used ice techniques, and you appeared.”
Of course, most of them were positive changes, but Poong-woon couldn’t help but fear even the positive changes.
He was feeling anxious about the future he knew slowly changing and becoming unpredictable.
And I closed my mouth.
Except for the fact that the Cheonmu Academy challenged us to a martial arts contest—
‘These changes all happened because of me, right?’
It couldn’t be said that Poong-woon had no influence, but basically, it was mostly my fault.
“…I see.”
“You believe me?”
I nodded.
I could believe him, even if no one else could.
Even I came to this world from another world after receiving a quest, so there was no reason not to believe Poong-woon, who said he had regressed.
Namgoong Yoo in the blanket was still finding it hard to accept, and she was still massaging my thigh with trembling hands.
It wasn’t so much that she was touching me for a special reason, but rather that she needed to do something to calm her confused mind.
“So what does that have to do with Seol-young?”
I almost forgot about Poong-woon’s shocking remarks, but Poong-woon had originally approached me saying he had something to say about Seol-young.
The fact that Poong-woon was a regressor was just a supplementary explanation before telling that story.
Poong-woon hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth.
“Could you… could you stop treating Seol-young?”
“…”
“Ah, I know! It sounds strange, right?”
Poong-woon was the most embarrassed himself, even after saying it, and shook his hands.
Then he brought up the story from before his regression.
“That was the first lucky encounter that came to me.”
Even Poong-woon, a third-rate martial artist before his regression, had a lucky encounter.
None other than, Seolsam, a lucky encounter.
“It was in a fancy pouch that someone had dropped.”
I could feel a reaction inside the blanket.
Could it be that he was talking about the Seolsam that Namgoong Yoo had promised me?
However, Poong-woon didn’t consider it a lucky encounter at the time.
Rather, he considered it bad luck.
For a third-rate martial artist, Seolsam was a burden to even have, and if he were to take it himself, his whole body would freeze unless he had extremely Yin or extremely Yang inner energy, so he couldn’t use it for a while even after picking it up.
He thought he would be mistaken for a thief if he tried to sell it, and he thought he should find the owner, but it was obvious that anyone would claim it as their own.
In the meantime, Poong-woon met her.
Seol-young, who was lying on the floor with a blank expression.
She was emitting an enormous chill and freezing even the floor.
Poong-woon only had one thought in his head.
‘I have to give her the Seolsam!’
He handed the Seolsam, which had been like a nuisance in his arms, to Seol-young, and with widened eyes, Seol-young took the Seolsam and swallowed it.
She began to circulate her energy.
But it wasn’t enough.
She had to control the Yin energy of the Nine Yin Severed Meridians with the storm-like inner energy contained in the Seolsam, but Seol-young’s level didn’t reach that.
At that time, an old man appeared, carrying the scent of plum blossoms.
“That’s my master now.”
The old man, a Hwasan Sect elder, sat down and placed his hand on Seol-young’s back, muttering softly.
“Two Yin energies are fighting to have one body. It’s worth coveting, too. If it weren’t for the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, she would have made a name for herself with ice techniques.”
“N, Nine Yin Severed Meridians, you say?”
“Yes, she would have died on the spot if it weren’t for Seolsam.”
With those words, the old man poured out his inner energy and helped Seol-young circulate her energy.
One sh辰, two sh辰, half a day passed, and then the Hwasan Sect elder got up.
Seol-young looked up at Poong-woon with trembling eyes.
And the smile Seol-young gave at that time captivated Poong-woon.
So much so that he couldn’t think of anyone but Seol-young even in the next life.
“Let me save Seol-young one more time.”
“…Hmm.”
It was a good story, but I shook my head.
Poong-woon’s expression was filled with shock, as if he hadn’t expected the rejection.
“Why…?”
“Because you’re weighing Seol-young’s life to win her heart.”
“…What?”
He said it himself.
He said that too much of the future was changing because of him, but.
“What if you don’t find Seolsam? What if the Hwasan Sect elder doesn’t appear?”
“…”
“If the future has changed? Are you going to let Seol-young die then?”
“…Me, Seol-young’s life…”
Poong-woon bit his lip.
A stream of blood flowed from his bitten lip as he recalled his disgraceful behavior.
Even if there was a Seolsam, it was not certain that it would be cured.
Even the Hwasan Sect elder in the story took half a day.
I had extremely Yang inner energy, but I didn’t know if I could do it.
There was no way Poong-woon didn’t know that.
“…I, I…”
Poong-woon was stuttering and stepping back.
Yes, maybe it was possible that he would accidentally pick up Seolsam as in the future Poong-woon experienced, and Poong-woon would call his master and treat Seol-young.
But if Poong-woon really cared about Seol-young, he should have tried everything without settling for such a future.
He shouldn’t have told me to stop the treatment.
“…I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Poong-woon was ashamed of his appearance and quickly went outside.
On the other hand, I was curious.
What kind of expression did he see on Seol-young’s face that made Poong-woon like that?
To make her live only for him even in the next life.
As I was thinking that, a white hand came up from inside the blanket.
Ah, come to think of it—
I lifted the blanket and took Namgoong Yoo out of the blanket.
Perhaps because it was hot inside the blanket, small beads of sweat had formed on Namgoong Yoo’s cheeks.
And she gazed at me deeply.
Then she put her hand on my chest and stroked it with her fingers.
“Why, why are you doing this?”
I asked, flustered by the sudden skinship, and Namgoong Yoo met my eyes with a reddened face.
“…Gaga, you were a little cool.”
“Gaga…?”
I swallowed hard.
Why is that title for me?
That title was originally for Poong-woon…
“You need Seolsam, right?”
“…I do need it.”
“Then look at the patterns on the ceiling. I’ll finish it quickly.”
“…Okay…”
I was speechless at her powerful words.
Of course, that power didn’t last long.
“No, this is…”
Namgoong Yoo tried to untie my clothes with her long fingers, but she couldn’t untie the knot easily.
Apart from her boldness or power, she was clumsy with men.
I took off my clothes instead of Namgoong Yoo.
“Gaga…”
Namgoong Yoo looked at me with a seemingly moved expression, but it’s different.
This is for Seolsam, for Seol-young.
How did things end up like this…
