Chapter 1

Chapter 1

[Regression]

It is said that when a man dies, he sees his past life as a lampshade.

Inevitably, everyone is equal before death.

It is indeed kind of death to show us the memories we want to repeat over and over again, and the memories we dont want to recall, without discrimination.

Humanity, which cries out for equality so much, can only be equal in death.

So die, humanity, for the equality you so long for does not exist in this world.

You woke up Eunha, its mom.

Our Eunha is awake! its Daddy, Eunha!

Ah.

So this is a dream.

His parents were killed in a monster attack when he was six years old, so its not surprising that he remembers them so vividly when hes been focused on killing monsters ever since.

Life is really miserable.

He picked up a sword to avenge his familys deaths, only to find himself killing monsters and not remembering why he was fighting.

Maybe hed been hoping for this ever since.

What can I do? Eunha isnt responding to me! Minjis dad says she squeals with joy whenever she sees his face, but why is he just staring blankly at me? Is he sick?

Youre so insensitive. You cant talk to a child like that.

Did my parents really love me this much?

I wish this moment would pass.

If I stay like this, Ill look back on the rest of my life and feel like Im being torn apart.

Undead, who cant die even if he dies.

Hes lost people he cares about, been rejected and betrayed by people he cares about.

He couldnt wait to see the rest of his life and say goodbye to this disgusting world.

Bye.

But something was wrong.

No matter how much I wished and prayed, the scene didnt change.

Surely theyre not telling me to just look back like this?

Its nonsense.

Then all thats left is to sit still and watch a movie.

A movie with a running time of 32 years, a story with no dreams and no hope?

Are they telling me to eat sweet potatoes again?

I cant even move like this.

Huh?

Oh, did you want to hold your moms hand?

Son, Im sad. I still have ten fingers, look!

A mother and father who are separated by only one finger.

He couldnt figure out why they were arguing about something so trivial.

That wasnt the problem.

Ugh.

He had an itchy butt now.

With all due respect to his mother, he could only hold it in so long.

What? No way.

Finally, he couldnt hold it in anymore, and just pooped..

What a disgrace to be born again and have to go through this.

It was a natural physiological phenomenon as a baby, but he couldnt take it so lightly.

I want to die.

Right now.

Can you get me some diapers and wipes, and some powder?

Okay!

His mothers judgment was quick. She laid him down on the bed and deftly undid his diaper.

By the time he counted the stains on the ceiling, they were all taken care of.

And his sense of shame hit rock bottom

Now you feel better, right?

My mother smiled benevolently.

I dont remember much, but my mother always seemed to be smiling.

He looks just like you.

And what about you? You have the same eyes and wrinkles, she teased.

And his father, who, in his memory, was quite a dignified man, but I think I need to revise that. Back then, his father looked reliable and mature, but his actions were that of a child.

Still, he was his father. His cheerful and lovable personality hadnt changed.

I was back.

I never thought I would see my parents again.

Especially not as a newborn baby.

Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, I didnt know at the moment.

The only thing I could be sure of was that

this life was different.

is different.

One hell of a life was enough.

So this life must be

Oh, no.

Slowly, sleepiness crept in.

Youre tired, sleep well.

He felt like he was melting.

It was as if those words were meant for the him before he was reborn

He closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of relaxation for the first time in a long time.

He must

not give in to the miserable reality, no matter what.