Regression Is Too Much - Regression Is Too Muchchapter 236
236 – Are the Returnees Brave? (4)
The routine at a mental hospital is monotonous.
If you give them food, they eat. If you tell me to exercise, I exercise. You can play all the time you have left. As long as you do not leave the hospital, you are free to act.
Of course, even though I was given freedom, I didn’t really feel like leaving the hospital room. All the patients at the hospital are elderly except me, and they don’t like to move at all. All I do is lie in bed and laze around.
Haha!”
“Grandpa, it’s noisy.”
“Oh, I’m sorry! But why should I cry about something so funny!”
A grandfather who laughs loudly while watching TV. To be honest, it wasn’t a very funny scene, but it was so exhilarating. Do you have a personality that makes you laugh a lot?
“Cluck cluck!”
Haha!”
“Uhehehehe!”
Still, it’s better to see him smiling brightly like that rather than in the dark. I left behind the smiling elderly people, spit flying, and looked out the window toward the hospital yard.
Haha!”
Haha!”
“Puhaha, kek, kek… Hehe… Wow…”
Likewise, I see patients smiling brightly. The atmosphere at our hospital is awesome. It’s nice to see everyone trying to have a good time even though they are here for treatment.
“Junho! Just go to treatment room number 1!”
“Yes!”
I like this hospital. The patients are bright, the nurses are kind, and the doctors are considerate. No, wait, but… I am… Therefore… If possible, I would like to stay here forever.
I had a headache for a while, but if I lied down too much, my head usually hurts. I shook it off and headed to treatment room number 1.
“So, as soon as I entered the 17th floor… “
“Ho… “
There, as usual, I tell the story of the ‘top’ I made up, and the doctor nods her head and notes the implications of my story.
How much time has passed like that?
“Great. “Good.”
Widely! The teacher, who closed the paper file loudly, smiled and nodded.
“I’m in remission. Basically, mental illness can be improved just by talking about it honestly. “Thanks to Junho’s active cooperation with my treatment, I think I will be able to get better soon.”
“Really?”
“Yes. In 5 years at the earliest… At most, within 5,000 years. “I promise you can be discharged.”
“… “
“Why are you doing that?”
“Haha… I guess I also have an affinity for the hospital. I feel like I need to get out of here, so I just feel… It’s a dick.”
“… “
The doctor smiles with faith and trust, without saying anything.
“Kimgan! Bring that with you!”
He immediately gives a signal to go outside, and soon after, the nurse comes into the treatment room, flicking a syringe with her finger.
“Uh… “
“You need to get an injection. “I almost forgot.”
“… “Injection?”
“Yes. Injection. You know, the one that contains stabilizers. Sleeping well.”
“… Does it have to fit?”
“Boy, it’s not like you’ve been hit for a day or two. “Why are you like this today?”
A nurse leisurely rubbing my arm with an alcohol swab. But my eyes are fixed on that sharp needle. Why is it so scary? It was always true.
“It’s just an ingredient that makes you feel at ease~ Don’t worry~”
I’m sure I didn’t get hit by that needle once or twice in my memory. Run away. But why, why is it so scary?
“Well, it’s because I don’t have the constitution to get hurt on my skin…” ” “
“Where is that? “I need to touch for a moment. Ouch~”
A syringe approach. Uh oh. I can’t do it. If that thing gets in, if it pierces the skin…
-Pugh.
“Regressing?”
The moment I chanted,
Again, it was in that hospital room from the beginning.
**
A hospital where all the grandparents were laughing as if they were suffering from mania. A hospital with unusually high walls. If I hadn’t had an aversion to getting stabbed, I would still be in there.
After coming to my senses by tapping my cheek (if I hit it hard enough to make a swooshing sound, it might go back), I got lost in worry.
“This is strange.”
It’s already happened twice. In a way that I can’t understand and can’t resist.
I couldn’t even think of resisting the dancing ghost, and I instantly fell asleep in that bed. What would have happened if I had received the injection? I don’t know, but it wouldn’t have been a pleasant development.
“I’m fine, this is it.”
From my perspective, yes, it is a bit unfair, but I can accept it. Despite the absurd regression, my mind is (still) intact. Just get up and try again. You just have to avoid repeating the same mistake. If you keep rolling and rolling, you will wake up someday.
But what about other people? What about other players? How do you break this layer? If you make a mistake, you die? How on earth are you supposed to escape from this place where you die if you get caught by a dancing ghost while walking down the hallway, you’re trapped in a hospital somewhere even if you sleep in a bed, and you die if you touch Anything wrong?
The difficulty level is strange. No, it’s so strange that it’s so bizarre. It’s like being asked to do the ‘crossing the stepping stones’ from the squid game on your own. You have to make accurate decisions in all situations to succeed? It’s a fart.
I get so angry that I jump up from my seat, walk around the room, and sigh.
“Something… I think there’s something I’m missing… “
There is no way this level of difficulty is normal. There is something I am mistaken about. That’s for sure. The important thing is, where are you mistaken?
Crash.
An ominous sound is heard from somewhere that should not be heard. The source is below.
“… Huh?”
My ankles were handcuffed. Of course, I was frantically walking around the room, but there were handcuffs on the bed opposite to where I was, but is this the way they are automatically filled like this?
“Uh, huh?”
Soon both arms and the remaining legs were handcuffed. At the same time, an invisible force acted, spreading my limbs wide and fixing my body on the bed.
“No, no, no…”
Magic power does not move. The characteristics and status window are also useless. There is nothing I can do. All you have to do is twist your body to make the bed shake a little.
-Snap!
The door opens, and a doctor comes in wearing a blood-stained gown. No, can I call that a doctor? A monster with no skin on his lips, his gums completely exposed, and reflectors fitted where his eyes should be, he strides forward holding a large iron stick.
“The surgery is starting. It is a frontal lobotomy.”
“Wow!”
This is not it. This isn’t real. The inside of my mouth was still moving, so I desperately bit down on my cheek.
“… Ah.”
Instead of a regression message appearing.
The taste of blood. I could taste blood.
This also happened on the 22nd floor…
-Hot!
The monster holds my head in place with its large hand. I twisted my body as much as I could, but I couldn’t resist that enormous grip.
The monster, who bent his head 45 degrees, immediately thrust a large iron stick into my nose and touched my brain. Eh ugh ok uk ugh
…
…
**
“Fuck you!”
As soon as I came to my senses, I plugged my nose with my thumb and index finger. Wow, fuck. Fuck. Fuck really. It was a very unpleasant feeling. Aside from the pain, the experience of things flashing in front of my eyes and my thoughts becoming jumbled was in itself very repulsive.
But at the same time, my cool-headed mind checks my physical condition.
The body is fine. The magic power is also fine. Mentality too… Well, it didn’t completely turn around.
He took out his sword and cut the tip of his finger. Blood flows. So naturally.
“… “Isn’t it reality?”
Even if you get hurt, you won’t go back. It meant that this place was not reality.
Also, the body is extremely healthy. To be precise, I did not feel the ‘dizziness felt immediately after returning.’ No matter how accustomed I am to it, its unique feeling remains vivid. I’ve never paid attention to it so I skipped it, but now that I’m conscious of it, there’s a big difference.
“… “There has been no regression?”
What if, up until now, I’ve actually never regressed? Then, the reason why I came back to this hospital room.
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It’s not a regression… What about Top’s gimmick? What if the 24th floor is about returning to the hospital room where you first started after experiencing ‘something similar to death’?
Other players… What if, like me, you cleared the 24th floor over and over again? What if the floor design itself was supposed to repeat 24 floors to acquire information and move forward? What if the difficulty level wasn’t too unreasonable?
Then…
“… “Is there no benefit to regression?”
I am… You must clear the 24th floor using pure attack methods.