No Gossip, a Real Extra - No Gossip, a Real Extra chapter 213

213 – Back to School # 5

Recalling old memories.

At the same time, I had a hunch. That this is the same feeling as the sudden recall of a forgotten memory.

“…”

It’s a memory from when I was young.

Memories of living in an orphanage. The environment wasn’t particularly good, and the guys around me were even worse. There were many children who wanted to rule with violence, so they always fought.

As a result, I often moved between orphanages.

“Guys. Let’s not do this. It hurts so much to beat in groups like this all the time.”

Memories of pain that come up little by little.

There were many times when I was being bullied by myself. There were many times when I begged for help. Like right now

“f*ck you, this bastard is talking like a dog again.”

“Danjjero pulled it off. It’s so sad.”

“Are you going to hit? Are you going to hit?”

I couldn’t stand it.

“These bastards.”

“What, uh? Ah, ahhhhh?! Hey! Hey! Ear! Bite your ear!”

“Crazy! Hey, hey! aaagh! You bastard, f*ck you!”

As I hugged the guy in the lead, I bit off his ear, then reached out and grabbed the other guy from the crotch.

“I will take back my pain!”

“My ears are tearing! Kwaaagh!”

I was kicked out.

Orphanage run-and-run.

Wherever you go, you will be treated as a stone. The cause of the fight was unconditionally the indigenous people, but I was always the only one who was punished.

“Kim Geun-cheol. You said you were kicked out of the orphanage last time after beating the kids?”

“Oh. It’s a painful memory.”

“Crazy guy. That’s good. Let’s get along well in the future.”

“Yes.”

A skinny guy.

I didn’t like his voice and his eyes.

“Then, shall we work together while you’re here?”

Do you make orphans work here?

“Do the kids work? What’s up?”

“Hey. Bring Cheolmin Lee.”

Lee Cheol-min.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

This is the guy I met once before. In my memory… The younger Lee Chul-min was dragged along as a mop.

He was a chronic gang-beater.

“The newcomer has come in, so we have to go through a ceremony. He’s a bastard named Lee Cheol-min?

“Would you like a hand?”

“Uh. You can go and shred it.”

“Defeat someone? Why?”

“Because you have to do that to fit in with us.”

As expected, I don’t like it.

“Should I hit someone?”

“It’s not that I should hit you, I should hit you. Or do you want to hit Lee Chul-min’s place? I hate weaklings.”

“I don’t like weaklings either?”

“What? Oops!”

I felt sorry for him when I impulsively punched him, but I couldn’t stand it when I saw him fall.

“You! Better than me! Weak!”

“aaagh! Crazy! You bastard! aaa!

“Crazy man!”

“Hey, hey! Stop it!”

They got on and beat me.

“Human! I wish I had told him to beat me! You’ll be beaten first, you bastard!”

“Ah! aaah!”

“Take it off, quickly!”

It was a one-on-many situation, so I ended up getting beaten up, but the ringleader gave me a blow. After all that fighting was over.

I was called.

“Why, why! Why are you fighting again! As soon as I got here, I started fighting again! Why did I fight! You! You are a fight addict!”

A woman with a hysterical feeling.

“No… That’s it.”

She interrogated me while screaming, and I answered honestly.

“Those bastards are the Shingo Ceremony, Lee Cheol-min? They made me beat him. So, naturally, they started fighting…”

“Shut up you wormy orphan! Be quiet! Be quiet! This asshole just came out and screams! Shut up! Shut up!”

“No, I asked why did you fight there, so I answered, but why do you curse like that? You f*cking bastard?”

“What? Kyaaa!”

It wasn’t exactly a louder scream.

Because I was screaming in the first place. That’s how I frantically pulled the hair of the lady in front of her eyes and pinched her stomach fat.

“Hair! Your hair gives me this baby! If you’re going to be scolded, I’m not me!

“aaa!

“You are more of an asshole who neglects orphans!”

Whatever it was, it wasn’t a very good memory.

I think the environment in childhood or adolescence was too bad. A world where words never communicate until you punch. As I grew older living in such a place, I naturally lost my sociability.

I woke up one day.

“f*cking honey.”

Academy.

It was a nice place.

There were hardly any guys with outgoing personalities. There were a few of them… But in general, they must have lived a normal life being loved. He was basically kind and talked to me.

So it was difficult to get along.

I couldn’t get along with the kids at all. No. In the first place, they forgot the concept of being friendly with people normally. Like that… I should have just lived a quiet life without caring about anything.

From then on, memories are hazy.

“My memory is correct.”

This is.

My clear memory.

“How old am I, damn.”

Memories return to the present. Podeuk. I wipe the mirror once and look at my face. In my eyes as I was taking a shower.

“Mister? Are you Mr.?”

Tears.

“It makes me cry…”

It was flowing.

“Whoop! Whoop!”

Unknown emotions rise up. Is it a reaction that reminds me of old memories? I didn’t even know why I was sad.

My memories after that are hazy, so I won’t be able to recall them.

“Huhhh!”

I got out of the shower crying and lay down on the bed.

* * *

“Is that so?”

Are these my old memories?

“Oh.”

I lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling while supporting the back of my head with both hands. The flowing tears stopped. All that remains is time for contemplation.

Thoughts after overcoming the confused memories and pouring out tears? Even if I think about it, I think it’s a little cool, and I start to feel serious.

“Is that memory first in terms of time?”

The oldest memory means the first memory. Maybe it’s life before living on Earth.

Let’s make a hypothesis.

“Apocalypse finally came to that world of orphans, and I died.”

This is highly likely. In any case, if they perished, death would not have been avoided. After that ended… If you look at it in chronological order.

Life on Earth comes out.

A truly normal life that was born normally, lived well, and went to the army. Of course, we fought a lot on Earth as well. Because that’s me

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“That’s right.”

Next hypothesis.

“After perishing and dying… Reincarnated on Earth?”

After being reincarnated on Earth, he lived well.

I came into this world while looking for a game.

“…”

This is absurd.

I have come back.

It is also a world that was treated as a game on Earth.

“What crazy…”

After arranging it, I can’t say anything because it’s absurd. Is it some kind of parallel universe? To give a simple example, the Nazis were defeated on Earth. But in some worlds, the Nazis may have won.

In that world, a world in which the Nazis were defeated would be treated as a creation or a parallel world… What is this?

“For some reason, I’m back. Then I must be an old man…”

It is an obvious fact that if you have spent your 20s twice, you are in your 40s.

“Crazy…! Damn it! I’m no uncle!”

A realistic fear of my age overwhelms me as a disappointing hypothesis is formed. No If reincarnation existed in this world, all mankind would be thousands of years old. Therefore, the theory that I am the uncle is discarded.

I am young.

He is a young man in his late teens.

“Okay. Mental care complete.”

I felt clear and refreshed when it became clear that I was a 17-year-old high school student. All my anxiety flew away.

“Good.”

To conclude, I came back to this world for some reason. You could call it a kind of regression. Originally, I thought it was long, but it became clear that I remembered it today.

—-Sure.

I picked up the fragments I had placed on the head of the bed.

“This bastard.”

It’s definitely something dangerous.

Ironically, it brings back my old memories. So, are you saying that my memory or regression might have something to do with this?

If I came back, no matter what, it means that there is a reason and an obligation.

“The goal is getting more and more clear.”

Thinking of that, I close my eyes.

At the same time, I thought about my friends.

“…”

The only memory that comes to my mind is until some time after I entered the academy. In that memory, I don’t have any memories of getting along well with my current friends.

It’s just that as a classmate, I’ve been indifferent.

If you see that even that is hazy, it must mean that you barely cared about it.

“Is it a personality difference?”

Kim Geun-chul, who grew up in an orphanage and had a broken personality, had no sociability.

Kim Geun-cheol, who grew up normally on Earth, had a lot of sociability. Maybe this is the difference.

Thinking of that, I opened the status window.

“Status window.”

——————–

[Status window – Kim Geun-chul]

「Strength: 29」

「Skill: 28」

「Stamina: 27」

「Durability: 15」

「mana: 24」

[Possessed Coin : 15,764]

[Possessed Skills]

– Weapon Enchantment (E)

– War Cry (E)

– Mana Shield (E)

– Mana Helm (E)

——————–

“A lot has changed.”

I haven’t opened it up to now, but I’ve really grown steadily. There are also many coins. I especially like the fact that my durability, which hadn’t risen at all, went up all the time. Skills have also risen in rank.

In addition, the newly created skill, Mana Helm.

“Mana Helm!”

ㅡ Hwareuk!

When I used the skill, a magical helmet was wrapped around my head.

“Whoa.”

I was just practicing all the time. Just looking at it, it’s pretty good. It feels strange to see what he used to be clumsy, but succeeded right away thanks to his skills.

At the same time, I feel like this.

“Remember.”

It’s because my memory came up, so I came up with a skill.

I don’t know, but I must have been stronger than I am now, as I went to destruction in the past. Perhaps the status window or skills are also indicators of what I was looking for in the past.

“That’s amazing.”

I don’t know who made this status window, but it’s really amazing.

Too unrealistic.

Does this really work? Maybe it’s not that he became stronger by raising his stats, but the concept of being able to raise them by becoming stronger. A kind of placebo effect… Like I just thought, finding the power of the past. It could be something like that

Anyway, there is a lot to think about.

Let’s sleep now.

“I wake up after sleeping for an hour.”

I’m tired because of the arm wound.