I’m not a Regressor Novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – I’m Not a Regressor
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I’m Not a Regressor

[Translator – Maccas ]

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Chapter 6: Stigma of Pyxis (3)

“Two Whopper sets~ The total comes out to $15.80! Do you want it to go?”

“Yes. I’ll have it to go.”

He ordered dinner from a nearby burger store on his way back home.

‘Fucking hell, why are burgers this expensive.’

The hands that took out the dollar bills from his wallet started to shake like an alcoholic patient.

Buying something that cost three times the price of $2 frozen burgers made him want to throw up his intestines.

“Here are the two Whopper sets you ordered~!”

Leaving behind the clerk, who had a bright smile, he started to move his feet.

He moved towards a narrow alley filled with old and crumbling homes.

The sharp smell of mold and damp humidity entered his nose.

“…haa”

Looking up to the dark sky, he threw up a short sigh.

‘Ultimately, is it back to lying?’

Suddenly, old memories started to surface in his head.

Memories from when he was young, over 15 years ago.

Fragments of memories that now felt unfamiliar started to float around his head.

-Lies? Did you say you were lying?

Was it when he was around eight or nine years old?

There was a time when he pranked the director by lying about the kitchen being on fire.

He could see the bald director’s beet-red face.

Throwing up the middle finger towards the director, Ohjin let out cackling laughter.

-You goddamn little bastard!!

The director’s steaming face distorted as he headed towards Ohjin with clenched fists.

He was an average male in his forties, possessing the ultimate trinity force known as high blood pressure, diabetes, and balding.

He had a surprising talent of holding back just enough to not leave any scars; even professionals would have been shocked to see it.

Fists rained down on top of Ohjin’s crouched body.

-Don’t hit our Ohjin, you bald bitch!!

With red hair that waved like fire, a young girl took off.

In contrast to her sweet, doll-like face, the girl’s movements were nimble and ferocious like that of a savage beast.

However, even if that was the case, a mere 10-year-old girl couldn’t stop the force of an adult.

-You two!!!

The bald director violently swung his fists around.

Ohjin and the girl embraced each other, enduring the assault of the director.

“Nothing’s changed from when we were young.”

Laughing bitterly, he walked through a path so desolate that it looked as if it had been assaulted by monsters and arrived at his home.

Creaaak—

After opening the worn-out door, he could see the insides of his cramped house—it didn’t even total 355 square feet.

“Arghh.”

Did they awaken from the sound of the door opening?

Together with the sound of light groan, the shabby bed wailed out creaking noises.

“I’m home.”

He roughly placed the burgers on the ground and took off his shoes.

“……”

Folding back the blankets, a woman sat up.

Red hair, reminiscent of fire.

Akin to a ruby in mud, inside of the run-down house that reeked of mold, was a woman that shone out beautifully.

She, who had just woken from sleep, slowly focused her eyes on Ohjin.

No.

The expression ‘focused her eyes’ wasn’t appropriate.

Because—

“…you’re here?”

—on the surface of her faded white pupils, no reflection could be seen.

Fold—

She clumsily folded the blankets back.

Inside of the folded blankets, her pure white legs were exposed.

Where there should have been two, only her left leg remained.

“Yes, I’m here.

He smirked while nodding his head.

The red-haired woman gazed upward towards Ohjin.

“If you’re here— hurry up and give me a cig.”

She stuck out two fingers with a grin.

The appearance of her nonchalantly sticking out her hand like he was a servant made Ohjin chuckle.

“Back with the bullshit as soon as I’m here?”

“Oh~ Bullshit? Is that something you would say to this sister that’s akin to the sky?”

“Fuck off with the sister.”

“I heard that was a trend nowadays.”

‘Is it?’

“Sister Ha-eun…”

“Urrghh. Stop. My insides are curling.”

“But you’re the one who told me to.”

“Kyahaha!! It sounds weird after hearing it.”

Looking at her acting like normal, Ohjin’s lips secretly curled into a smile.

‘It looks like nothing bad happened.’

Song Ha-eun.

A woman two years older than him. She had become Ohjin’s one and only crutch throughout the hell-like orphanage.

The tenacious relation from the orphanage days continued even after they came out of the orphanage.

Although, it was shaky and slobby.

Clearly.

“Here.”

He rolled up the receipt he received after buying the burgers and placed them in between her fingers.


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