I Became the Villain’s Childhood Friend

77 – [2] Your choice

#077

“The TS potion?”

It was something I had heard of.

No, I was used to it because I hadn’t heard of it.

Both in the news and on social media.

It was a drug that came out whenever I had to forget it, so it was natural.

Kim Yoo-jae stared at the medicine bottle.

I immediately organized in my head what the doctor wanted to say.

“So if I take that… … .”

“The potion’s magical effect will transform and restore the shattered parts.”

“That’s how I become a woman.”

I had a strong sense of rejection.

It wasn’t all that bad.

It was because if it was restored by becoming a woman, it would be possible to return to being a man.

In other words, it could be seen as a one-step retreat for two steps forward.

“However, once you become a woman through this potion, you will never be able to return to being a man.”

“Yes?”

no?

Are you saying that taking the potion one more time won’t convert it?

If there is a problem with the magical effect and it cannot be converted.

It was a matter of borrowing the power of modern medicine and physically becoming a man.

But, can’t even do that?

“Yes, it is only changed once, and it is because the body gradually recovers in the way that the female body is restored even after a separate operation.”

From the moment the gender is changed, the potion is useless.

Even with physical surgery, the body is restored to the female side.

At most, it meant that the operation could cause the stick to fall or the hole to be blocked.

If that happened, it would be the greatest disaster of the century and a worthy candidate for the new Darwin Prize.

“Are you saying you’re going to die?”

“Yes. Well, I haven’t had a real case yet, but I think the possibility is high.”

It wasn’t even an extremely bad option.

In any case, it was to leave a mark in human history that ‘you can really die’.

It was worth the sacrifice for the advancement of pragmatic philosophy and medicine.

And Kim Yu-jae was a man who would not risk his life for such a thing.

It was really unfortunate.

“Why… … ?”

“In the first place, this potion itself is nothing more than drawing water from a certain spring.”

The detailed principle of the potion that even the manufacturer does not know.

Just as the regressor said, they sent an investigation team and found a mysterious spring, and the water from there had this effect, so they sold it like this.

Bringing nature as it is can cause problems later.

It wasn’t dangerous, though, as no one had died from it over the years.

A very expensive potion that is difficult to use unless you are rich in the first place.

Unless the liver came out of the ship, the minimum level of verification and quality control was done.

“… … How much is this potion?”

“It’s 2 million won for a bottle.”

“Is it cheap?”

“Ah, taking just one bottle doesn’t turn you into a woman. I have to take it every hour for a week… … It will cost about 336 million won.”

In fact, if the problem was that a thousand animals intervened in the quality control and played a joke, it was a problem.

It was full of exploitative intentions to increase the duration of taking 168 times by adding ‘just water’ to the mysterious spring water.

An idea that would break the frontal lobe if a criminal thought about it.

Bong’s astonishing commercial activity comparable to Kim Seon-dal’s was telling us that the term “Sanongongsang” was not for nothing.

I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a tragedy, but there are few people in the world who know this fact.

The odds of Yujae Kim knowing the back story were lower than the odds of the Russians reclaiming their homeland.

“I will.”

“Yes?”

“TS potion, sex change, I will.”

“The moment you completely stop taking it, there will be no turning back. The mind will be feminized, and the body will be completely feminized—”

“It doesn’t matter. Surgery, treatment, hospital bills, potion bills, I’ll pay for everything… … .”

After all, there was enough money in the house.

What parent would refuse to say that their child would continue their hunter life, but that they would achieve revenge somehow?

300 million won.

No, even if it costs 1 billion, I will support my children.

He made a vow to this.

Kang Xian said that he would let him go through more than what he had been through.

The spirit of the person who had to live forever as a woman was like ashes.

It was dull and unmatched, and vaguely light.

“revenge… … No, please let me do only Hunter work… … .”

At those words, the doctor stared at Yujae Kim.

He hesitated because he knew who actually ordered this.

I just wanted to advise you to live as neutral and not carry your head up for the rest of your life.

Judging from the story that was told in the first place, it was purely his own fault, but if he fought against his superiors for revenge or anything, the outcome was obvious.

“Then, I will bring you the contract. Jung Nurse? Bring that.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Transgender, however, was purely a choice.

Whatever the outcome of this was, it was up to you.

Afterwards, the contract was written with the consent of parents who understand their children’s feelings.

As soon as the signature and seal were cast, the potion was handed over.

Now, much of the money he paid was going to be used to pay for Nartika’s press play, which plagued the guild his parents had run.

Of course, some of them were planned to be used as entertainment for the high-ranking person’s merry Christmas.

I don’t know myself.

“Anyway, the potion will magically transform the body, so even if you don’t know about minor surgery, there won’t be any major surgery.”

“All right… … .”

That was it.

The doctor handed over a pamphlet and left the room.

When I opened it, I saw the TS potion review.

Full of perfect scores and rave reviews, the anonymous comments of internet broadcasters belonging to Nartica seemed to indicate the next best thing.

covered right away.

There was no lane.

“certainly… … Be sure to take revenge… … .”

I had to do anything to win.

This is just the process.

Self-rationalization was endless.

It was inevitable in order to overcome the psychological rejection.

So the hospital room was filled with curses.

Even in the middle, specific plans of what to do came out.

A fool who doesn’t even know his own situation.

No matter how hard it was, it wasn’t like that.

Because the Nartika Security Department has started to closely monitor the people involved and their parents.

Of course, what he said to himself was to be reported to ‘VIPs’.

“Stupid.”

The regressor was laughing.

* * *

Just like any good hospital room.

It also had a white ceiling.

Pure whiteness that seems to purify the heart and make it beautiful.

The pink-haired high school girl, who opened her eyes at some point, couldn’t look away.

He stared at the ceiling endlessly, and maintained his pure white spirit.

It was around the time the mid-heaven sun was going down that he escaped from such a situation.

The sunset seen from the hospital, which is as tall as a skyscraper, was fantastic.

And high school girl Im Ha-na felt ecstatic.

It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before.

It was like the aesthetics of temperance that had been forgotten a long time ago.

“ah… … .”

For what reason?

What makes it so refreshing?

Soon she got up from her seat.

My back hurt, but I went to the window without thinking.

I opened the window and poked my head out a little.

The sunlight disappearing from the horizon, beyond the mountains, was like a drug.

I lowered my head and looked at the ground.

“Wow… … .”

high enough to reach the clouds.

I found out later that I was in such a place.

Hana Im looked at the ground and looked at it again.

It was in the meantime.

I habitually put my hands in my pants pockets.

I was looking for a matchbox with rabies in it, but unfortunately it wasn’t there.

That means no pockets, no matchboxes, no frenzy.

Im Hana looked around for a while.

Then I noticed that something was in the drawer next to the bed.

A broken cell phone and a matchbox were his own.

Reassured, I picked up the matchbox.

When I pushed the glove to check what was inside, a sigh came out naturally.

because there was nothing

An empty matchbox was of no use.

I threw it straight into the trash can.

I sat down on the bed and stared blankly out the window.

“… … But why am I here?”

It was a curious question.

I had no idea why I was here, why I was looking for the matchbox, or why my phone was broken.

I searched my memory, but all I could feel was a hazy fog.

I picked up my phone in a sense of alienation.

‘I must have forgotten.’

Could there be something written on the phone?

I thought it would bring back memories.

What I felt as soon as I picked up the phone was nothing like a memory.

It was a trembling hand, a nervous scream that vomited withdrawal symptoms.

“Eh, what is this… … .”

I stared at my palms.

Fear suddenly began to pour in.

A cold sweat broke out.

My breath quickened.

I couldn’t think.

Brain function seemed to be deteriorating.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth.

I finally opened the door to the hospital room and tried to call for help.

But the hips didn’t move.

Rather, the memory began to move belatedly.

No, it spilled rather than moved.

Faulty memories hit the accident and I had to hold my head in pain.

I had to hold on.

I had to weather the storm somehow.

Unfortunately, it was impossible for the drug-soaked brain.

Then, the gaze turned over, and Hana Im fell down.

I felt a cold touch.

* * *

It was around the time I didn’t know how much time had passed.

Im Hana opened her eyes again.

“Uh, uh… … .”

“Ah, fortunately you woke up.”

There were several people beside her as she lay on the bed.

Fortunately, this time my memory was recalled, albeit slowly, so I was able to tell who they were.

Doctors, family, and one woman you wouldn’t know.

In fact, the only substantive beings were the family.

“Hana, are you okay? If it’s okay, nod your head.”

“How did my daughter end up like this… … .”

I listened to the story of my family while wearing an oxygen mask.

However, constructive and important content was rare, and most of the words were concerned about Hana Im.

In this way, Hana Im was able to enjoy a short break amidst the worries of her family.

The point they left was when the doctor said the patient needed to be stabilized.

“… … Wait.”

A short-haired female student wearing the same hospital gown.

She asked for the doctor’s understanding and then strode towards Hana Im.

“who… … .”

I don’t know the face, I’m hearing the voice for the first time.

He was a person who did not exist in Hana Im’s memory.

Who the hell are you pretending to know?

Could it be that he himself was the one who caused great trouble?

It was a moment when such thoughts dominated.

The female student slowly opened her mouth.

“It is one. I am Yujae Kim.”

The reunion with boyfriends was the worst.