Gold and Silver Alchemist - Gold and Silver Alchemist chapter 2

bali International Airport,

After the immigration procedure, I came out to the lobby to collect my luggage.

There were guides holding pickets all over the place.

＜Welcome! xx Tour Honeymoon customers!＞

The picket I was looking for caught my eye.

Four newlyweds and a lonely man moved there.

A dark-skinned local guide greeted us in fluent Korean.

“hello! You worked hard to come from afar. Agung is your guide!”

Then someone tilted their head and asked him.

“furnace? What kind of furnace is it?”

“My name is Agung.”

“really? If you want to know what furnace means in Korean…”

“When you fire in the pot, the furnace speaks, right? I know it well because I explained it to every Korean I met.”

ha ha ha-

Everyone laughed, saying the guide’s name was funny.

Except for me.

My head was all about what had happened at Incheon Airport.

The discovery of a bag full of gold bars.

‘It wasn’t a dream!’

For more than 7 hours since the plane took off, ‘Awake! Awake!’ Seeing that I was still not awake, I wasn’t in a dream right now.

To think that gold would disappear like evaporation…

How could such a thing be possible?

‘Of course it’s impossible!’

I have never experienced anything surreal since I was born.

No occult hobbies.

Because I was like that, I first doubted ‘my condition’.

‘Is something wrong with my head?’

Maybe it was because of the aftereffects of a car accident.

However, the test results from the hospital showed nothing wrong.

Anyway, there were no other abnormal symptoms throughout the flight.

‘Wouldn’t that be a big deal?’

Just in case, I will definitely stop by the hospital when I go back to Korea.

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It took about 40 minutes from the airport to arrive at the pool villa resort.

It was a very beautiful place with pretty pensions lined up on a hill overlooking the blue sea.

Palm trees were growing tall between the buildings.

The exotic scenery revived the feeling of travel again.

‘Bali is good!’

The guide assigned one pension for each newlywed couple.

I was also assigned a dokchae to use alone.

After passing through the spacious living room and terrace, I came out to the backyard and there was a nice swimming pool.

‘Really good!’

I sat down on the sunbed and lit a cigarette in my mouth.

Far from being lonely, I thought it was rather cool to be alone in a spacious pension with a swimming pool.

It feels like a gambler who hit something big and came to a resort to rest.

food-

However, in reality, he had no money saved up and even lost his job, so he was just an unemployed beggar.

But strangely, I wasn’t worried at all about the future.

I felt that the future would be filled with only good things and that whatever I did would go well.

‘I wasn’t originally this optimistic.’

Suddenly my personality changed so much.

It wasn’t just that he was optimistic.

Being on a package tour among newlyweds whom I had never seen before was something I had never imagined before.

Suddenly, I didn’t care much about how others looked at me.

“Mr. Minhyuk!”

The guide came calling my name.

“I’m leaving right now, would you like to go with me? You can just stay at the dorm.”

He seemed to be asking because I was single and worried that it would be inconvenient to go around with newlyweds.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to stop by the goldsmith on the way back from the monkey temple.”

“Goldsmith?”

“Yes, Gold.”

Suddenly, there is something I want to confirm about gold.

At any rate, unless I saw something in vain at Incheon Airport…

“I will go too.”

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I thought it was such a place to enshrine the monkey god (God) because it was called ‘monkey temple’, but it was literally a temple where monkeys live.

Fruit was sold at the entrance of the temple, but it was said that it was monkey liquor, not human consumption.

For $1, I bought a bag too.

A small and cute little monkey caught my eye.

“Illuwa!”

I waved a banana at him.

Then the monkey ran quickly and took the banana with both hands.

happy-

It’s not a big deal, but it was really fun and healing.

But tragedy soon struck the young monkey.

A plump adult monkey approached, slapped the young monkey on the face, and took the banana away.

mow-

The young monkey screamed and ran away.

The adult monkey, not satisfied with the stolen bananas, grabbed onto my crotch and sagged, asking for more fruit.

“Get off you bastard!”

click-

The guy screamed at my futile kick and ran away.

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I came out of the monkey temple and finally arrived at the goldsmith’s place.

After a brief tour of the factory that melts and taps gold to make crafts, I went over to the sales area.

On one wall of the store, accessories made of gold were displayed.

It wasn’t in a display case, it was open, so I could touch it with my hands.

pounding-

Trembling, I placed the tip of my finger on one of the tiny earrings.

Talk-

I touched it, but it did not disappear.

phew-

Then it is.

It must have been a temporary phenomenon that I saw something in Incheon Airport.

I’m fine now, so there’s no need to worry.

Then the guide came over and said.

“The stuff over here is 18K and 14K. If you are a pure gold person, go over there and take a look.”

What I just touched wasn’t a pure gold product.

Hearing that, I wanted to check it one last time.

‘Let’s touch 24K.’

Finally, I was going to touch pure gold and forget about the strange things related to gold.

When I went to the pure gold store, there were crafts displayed in glass cases.

So I just couldn’t touch it.

You have to pay the price to take it out of the showcase.

There are a lot of customers and it is cluttered, so I have no choice but to manage it that way.

“Give me that one.”

I bought the cheapest one.

Not all pure gold crafts were expensive.

Souvenirs made by spreading gold very thinly into gold leaf with letters and pictures engraved on it cost US$10 each.

I bought a gold leaf craft and went to a nook where there were no people.

Then I peeled off the plastic wrap.

Then he put his finger on the pure gold.

hiss-

The gold disappeared like smoke.

‘driving me crazy!’

Am I really crazy?

Or is the gold really gone?

I ran back to the display case and bought another gold leaf craft for $10.

Then he called out to the people nearby.

“fist! I’ll show you magic!”

“yes? Suddenly, what kind of magic?”

Everyone looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“Now look. I will make this gold disappear from here!”

I touched gold in front of people.

hiss-

gold is gone

Then everyone rolled their eyes and cried out.

“and! It’s really gone!”

I wasn’t crazy.

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I came to the restaurant for dinner.

I eat Indonesian fried rice called nasi goreng, but I don’t know if the rice goes into my mouth or my nose.

There were only golden thoughts in my head.

“How did you do that magic trick? It was very strange.”

The newlyweds, who had been chatting among themselves until then, started talking to me about what had happened earlier.

“I heard that cheating right in front of your eyes is really hard. Are you a magician by any chance?”

“I’m just doing a little bit as a hobby.”

“He looked like a pro!”

Everyone gave me thumbs up.

This made it clear.

The disappearance of the gold bar at Incheon Airport was neither a dream nor a delusion.

‘Then, is that gold bar really contraband?’

It didn’t matter if the gold bars were smuggled or lost.

The important thing is that I have superpowers.

A superpower that makes gold disappear!

As soon as it touches my body, the gold disappears.

No 14K or 18K, only pure gold.

It is highly likely that the cherished gold necklace was not lost, but disappeared for the same reason.

‘Could it be possible to make it appear again?’

If you can bring back the missing gold, it will be a real jackpot.

Even if the gold bar at Incheon Airport is not enough, it is worth billions of won.

If you call it back and sell it little by little, you won’t have to worry about money in the future.

If it is difficult to dispose of stolen goods in Korea, you can dispose of them in Japan or abroad.

He could use this psychic power to become a gold smuggling godfather if he wanted to.

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As soon as I got home, I locked the door.

I checked once more to see if anyone was around and sat down on the sofa.

I closed my eyes and concentrated my mind to think of gold.

A 1kg solid gold bar that shines brightly.

I will try to get them to appear in front of me again.

‘Come out, gold!’

But there was no response.

‘Summons!’

Again, the gold bar did not appear.

‘Gold out, pop!’

No matter what I did, it was of no use.

My psychic powers only made the gold disappear, but I couldn’t call it back.

‘what the···.’

It was a truly useless ability.

Where would you use the ability to make gold disappear?

At most, they could perform magic performances in front of people like before.

In addition, since the items that can disappear are limited to pure gold, it will be difficult for even a magician to make a fortune.

How good would it have been if it had the ability to create gold like the ‘Midas’ hand’?

‘Let’s pretend that I don’t have such a beggarly ability.’

For now, it would be beneficial to focus on the long-awaited overseas trip instead of being distracted by strange supernatural powers.

with a splash-

I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the pool naked.

There was no one to see because it was a private pool for one person to use.

Then we played dog paddles, dived, and had fun.

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The next day, I rode a rubber boat and explored the valley of the dense jungle.

And the next day, I went to an uninhabited island by passenger boat and drank cocktails under a palm tree.

I enjoyed various marine sports such as snorkeling and skin scuba diving in the clean and unpolluted sea, and it was a pleasure to buy cheap and delicious seafood dishes every evening and drink soju I brought from Korea when I returned home.

5 nights and 6 days flew by like that.

I left behind the regret and returned to Korea.

As I was going through the arrivals hall to collect my luggage, two police officers approached me.

“Are you Minhyuk Choi?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Please cooperate. I have something to check.”

“What are you doing?”

“If you follow me, I will know.”

As I followed the cops to their office, they showed me the CCTV footage.

It was a scene where I was sitting on a chair in front of the boarding gate before leaving for Bali.

There was also the bag in question that contained the gold bar in the screen.

But the picture quality was very blurry.

So much so that you can almost only see the outline.

It seems that the location where I was sitting was quite far from where the CCTV was installed.

The police questioned me without question.

“What about the gold bars?”