Chapter 231 – If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_ Unrestricted Body Modification_Love Tek 7th Basement Floor, Secret Research Building, Special Purpose Body Modification Laboratory. (2)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Unrestricted body modification_Love Tek 7th basement floor, secret research building, special purpose body modification laboratory. (2)
When I came back to my senses, the eyes of the people who were observing me had disappeared, and I was placed in a small room like a counseling room.
Receptionist and owner.
The two people were talking about something over a catalog, and as I slowly came to my senses, I could only stare blankly at them.
“… We will receive the information. However, since the person you have prepared is currently a temporary slave, the special nature of the underground facility, and the number of options you have considered, it is expected that you will be charged a very high fee. Do you mind?”
This is the receptionist’s voice.
“Well, how much does it cost? “It’s not that useless, so don’t worry about it and just do your own thing.”
Compared to the receptionist’s thoughtful and thoughtful recommendations, the owner’s voice is just dull.
“I’m sorry.
… We will proceed with reservations for registered temporary slaves Lee Ha-eun at the 7th floor of the underground facility, secret research building, and special purpose body modification laboratory.
In relation to this, I will ask you to pay for the medical treatment receipt as proof.”
And several medical receipts delivered.
As to what it was for, a list was written in black on A4 paper.
And the following words from the receptionist.
“The estimated deadline is one week, and we will conduct it seven times, once a day for five hours.
As notified in advance, please understand that a significantly higher cost has been measured considering special circumstances and conditions.
Considering Maisung’s trust and achievements, the maximum possible discount is included, and the final payment amount is 7.462 billion won.
Please pay at the reception desk of the Administration Department, 24-8 Culture Street, Sincheok-dong, 2nd Dongtan, former Gyeonggi-do. Since the purpose is the purpose, the only payment method is cash, so please be careful.”
… ?
Compared to her calm voice, it seemed like I heard a shocking number.
It’s so calm, I almost thought my ears were wrong.
Even with reason that had not yet fully returned, the numbers were clearly foreign and surprising, as if engraved in my ears.
At first, I wondered if I had misheard, but the amount at the bottom of the receipt, where it seemed more difficult to leak the number 0, showed that I had not misheard.
Huh?
A huge amount of money that I have never heard of, including in my past life and in my current life.
Unless the country collapses and hyperinflation occurs to the point of insanity, it is an amount of money that is unthinkable to ordinary people.
I had no idea what kind of procedure it was, but I was more surprised than ever as the amount of money requested was truly unimaginable.
7.4 billion won.
The amount seems less realistic than ever.
It’s an amount that you can’t even think about what it’s for or what it’s intended to do.
… How much was Ha-eun’s parents’ life insurance money?
An amount that makes you think of such impure thoughts without thinking.
No matter how illegal the store is, this amount of money is not a normal amount. A situation where you can’t help but feel strange.
However, even though that amount was said to have been charged, the owner remained calm as if nothing had happened.
The owner was so calm that I wondered if the amount I had heard was wrong or if my ears were wrong.
Rather, he has a sullen attitude as if 7.4 billion won is such a big deal.
If my ears are not wrong, what does the master really do? Could he be a third-generation chaebol somewhere?
This was the most shocking moment, even more so than when I woke up in an unfamiliar body.
“Well, for all the fuss about it being expensive, it’s not that expensive.
Okay, 7.4 billion? Busily making new money in units of 10 million won. “Roughly 7.5 billion would be enough, right?”
The master’s answer made me wonder, what happened to my head? All I could think was:
The ridiculous amount of money, 7.4 billion won, has a half-hearted attitude as if it is nothing, like pebbles on the side of the road.
There was no bravado or exaggeration, it seemed like it was really no big deal.
An attitude that seems to regard the amount of 40 million won, which an ordinary person could barely earn by working faithfully for nearly 2 years, as nothing more than an inconvenient change.
It felt like my common sense would collapse.
Honestly, I think it was the most dizzying thing that happened today.
… I wish it had stopped there.
The owner, who was looking at the receipt, looked at me with a boyish smile, as if a pleasant thought suddenly occurred to him.
Creepy.
I had a premonition that something sinister would definitely happen.
“Oh, now that I think about it, I was doing this for Ha-eun, not me, right?
It’s not something I’m doing, but doing it with my own money… Don’t you think it’s a little strange?”
Huh?
What are you saying all of a sudden?
Because I can predict the master’s sly voice, the master’s next words, and his intentions, an even more sinister feeling clutters my mind.
A heart that beats more than ever.
A completely different kind of terrible chills than pleasure strikes my heart.
And as expected, the receptionist continued speaking with a faint smile as if she had anticipated the owner’s intentions.
“I see. You are right.
Clearly, the person receiving this procedure is not Mai-seong, but Lee Ha-eun, a temporary slave, and the reason the fee is increased is also temporary slave Lee Ha-eun.
“You can say that you are not wrong.”
“Yes? “Can you understand me?”
The owner smiles brightly.
The smile towards me, as if teasing or playful, amplifies my anxiety.
The conversation between the two people continued, and as I was able to guess the end point of the story, my skin trembled with anxiety rising from the reality.
I was feeling a chilling feeling purely from a sense of fear.
7.4 billion and 62 million won.
A large amount of money that the majority of Korean citizens who work normally will never hold in their hands in their lifetime.
I look at my master with eyes filled with more anxiety than ever.
I look at you as if pleading.
“Right?
Then, of course, it’s true that Ha-eun pays this money, not me, right? Right?”
The owner forces me to answer as if it were a natural thing.
And the receptionist continues the conversation with the owner, who is talking excitedly, using a technique that mixes dry sounds with mischievousness.
The topic was blatantly directed towards one goal.
A terrible feeling, like watching a bad play.
It was more terrible than anything else as the target of the malice was directed at me.
“Okay, then let’s assume that Ha-eun will pay the entire cost of this procedure.
What, you don’t have money? “What are you worried about? I can just lend it to you.”
“Maiseong, do you need a contract regarding private loans?
At Love Tek, we always have a standard loan transaction agreement in place to prepare for such situations.”
The receptionist takes out two sheets of paper in a flowing manner.
The paper, which says “Standard Contract for Loan Transactions between Lenders and Debtors,” Is decorated in a detailed and friendly manner so that even those who have no experience using private loans can understand its purpose and use, further amplifying the eerie feeling.
As if to make sure you don’t miss it, the black nib of a luxurious fountain pen invades the blank space where the loan amount is written in a highlighted area painted in gray.
Numbers 7 and 5.
And so many zeros that it’s hard to count them.
It’s just a number, but just looking at it makes you feel distant.
“Oh, don’t worry too much.
Because I’m a good person, I don’t ask for much for this kind of money.
Would an annual interest rate of 1% and a maturity date of 80 years be appropriate?
“Where in the world can you find such a generous body?”
“Oh my, what a merciful contract.
“What a kind master.”
The receptionist looks at me teasingly.
I tried to protest against the ridiculously unfair contract, which doesn’t care at all whether the parties agree or not, but
“You said you would do anything, right?”
Such words from the master.
The sight of one’s handwritten pledge contract fluttering out.
I am silenced.
A standard loan transaction contract in which the empty spaces are filled one by one.
There is only one blank space left.
There was only one signature of the debtor.
A luxurious black fountain pen and a contract were handed to me as if it was a natural thing for me to sign.
It’s heavy.
It was so heavy.
More than ever before, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the paper called the contract.
Just one signature.
Just with that… The idea was that I would end up in debt of an absurd amount of 7.5 billion won.
The severity of the situation can be said to be no different from a slave contract,
Unlike the slave contract, which could be said to be a story from a distant world, the existence of a loan transaction contract that can be considered realistic for oneself…
It was to encourage feelings of fear and a sense of destruction.
7.5 billion won.
That number full of zeros… It clouds your mind and makes you feel terrible.
Where on earth did it all go wrong?
Was it only then that we realized what a terrible mistake the slave contract was?
Capitalist society.
The simplest and most reliable means of proof is money.
It was as if he was suffocating, making him aware of his situation.
Rejection was rejected.
A sack of high-quality fountain pens being pushed around as if there was no other way left for them than to sign.
…
Lee Ha-eun.
A text of only three letters.
However, the letters are heavier than ever, one by one…
In the end, they just stamped it and threw it away.
Ah…
Ah…
Rather, a heavy sense of reality, frustration, and fear did not creep over my entire body compared to when I signed the slave contract.
A creepy feeling as if something would happen to my head.
A dizzying sensation of a different type from pleasure enveloped my mind in a dark way and made me sink with fear of what would happen next.
The right to refuse is not given.
In the nick of time, the signed contract was taken away, my index finger was pressed down, and the contract representing a debt of 7.5 billion was signed without any time to refuse.
Annual interest rate of 1%.
It can be said that the interest rate is not only conscientious, but also generous.
Considering the principal amount of 7.5 billion won, we can say that interest of 75 million won a year accrues.
There is no way I can repay you.
It was the moment when the noose of capital was placed, from which no matter what was added to it, it could not be escaped.
More certain than ever.
I have become my master’s slave.
It was also a moment of self-awareness.
More absurd, unreasonable and unfair than ever.
I am,
It has become the owner’s property.
However, at this time, I was more than a slave to 7.5 billion won in debt.
I had to think, I had to figure out, what happens with that 7.5 billion won, and what that 7.5 billion won is used for.
However, she couldn’t even notice that fact.
No, Echo…
From the moment I signed a contract that made me a slave to the act of pregnancy.
And, despite the probability of 0.2%, it was captured, and she became pregnant… At the moment when we reached the end of.
I wasn’t seriously aware of the fact that everything was over.
If it is your own misfortune, you can say it is misfortune.
Running towards the finale.
Towards destruction where only happiness remains.
Towards a happy ending where nothing else exists but happiness.
The runaway train with its screws missing was only moving forward toward the cliff.
Compared to the ending, the fact that the debt of 7.5 billion is only a very small tip.
Only you don’t know yet.
Only I didn’t know.
