If You Raise Three Idols Well, They Will Confess Their Love

216 – The End of the Egoist

Episode 216

The tie I left behind, and the hallway I must pass through to get it back.

Stage, props, and roles.

All that’s left is smoke.

Ready.

“Ha, ha, ha,”

Action.

Mate!

“Oh Yuri, if you don’t do it, Eunbyeol’s future will be over. Because there is no one to help.”

“…”

Cut.

Confirmed. Sun Taeyang just saw this scene.

With this, contrary to my intention, I became alert… To describe it accurately, Sun Taeyang, who was wary of a stalker, will move with hesitation.

In particular, there was no prop to make a sound, so it was quite painful to slap myself in the face to make the sound ring loudly, but if I could lower the guard that a man named Seon Tae-yang had, it was a cheap waste.

Han Eun-byeol, who drip wasping blood while holding a fire extinguisher, asked me, who was feeling a little satisfied.

‘Is this really the best option?’

I answered in my heart.

It’s the best option. Because it is impossible for me to throw the program into chaos by myself.

‘That’s not it. It’s natural to ask for that person’s cooperation, but what I want to ask is why don’t you just ask for help? Even if he didn’t have to go through this cumbersome process, wouldn’t he have fallen to the very end of hell just by asking for help?’

Said the mother, dragging the large dog, whose throat had been pierced and was bleeding,

‘If you’re a b*tch like me, shouldn’t you take advantage of it? Why are you trying to take on more risk when you can trade cheaply?’

I answered that question too.

Moving in that direction is a way of betting everything on the uncertain movements of a man named Sun Taeyang. It is better to minimize variables. If I make that attempt and the man refuses, the original plan itself falls apart.

Eunbyeol Han said.

‘Do you think he will refuse?’

…

‘I guess not so? You already know this, right? What kind of person is Sun Taeyang?’

My mother sneered at me for being silent and said.

‘Don’t be a dick, just be yourself. ‘Don’t act like you’re being humane.’

***

If there is a question about ‘What kind of human being am I?’ And I have an obligation to state it truthfully, I will answer that question by saying that I am a businessman.

I distinguish all phenomena based on the time and energy I have to expend, what I have and what the other person has, and I distinguish its value and move only in the direction that benefits me.

The term ‘merchant’ would be most appropriate for me because I calculate all understanding as a product based on numbers alone, without cheap sentiments.

Additionally, acting is the most high-value product I own.

It’s hard to understand, but even though it doesn’t cost much, the other person places a great deal of value on my facial expressions and body language, and treats them as if they mean something.

Even though it is one of the fragments of labor that has absolutely no value to me.

Therefore, I am a businessman who treats smoke as my main product.

It is pretending that you have something that the other person wants.

Inspiration, sadness, friendship, affection, trust.

If you pretend to only give out those emotions that sell well to the other person at a high price, the other person may hand over their valuable labor, personal connections, money, etc. At a low price.

A man named Seon Taeyang would be no different.

Just like Han Eun-byeol, the parasite living in my head, said, just like my mother asked.

He must be that kind of person.

So I started trading again.

“If there is anything you need help with, please let me know. “I will help you.”

“I don’t think it’s something you would say so lightly. … So what if I want to ask you to do something really bothersome?”

“I did not say this lightly.”

“Then why are you saying that to me? “We’ve only just met, right?”

“I think I will be satisfied if Mr. Oh Yuri’s troubles are resolved to the extent that I am bothered.”

One word.

A simple word asking for help here would be enough.

And if you mix in the right acting, it’s surprisingly easy to be satisfied.

It is a very efficient transaction.

However, what I brought up on my behalf was a question.

“… “Is that all?”

“Barely?”

“I don’t need any more reasons than that.”

“… Then one day, I got seriously hurt. “Hasn’t that already happened?”

“I learned that even if I get hurt, I may regret it more if I don’t come forward. So it’s okay.”

And before that question, he lightly delved into the words engraved in my heart with an expression that showed he knew nothing.

“There is nothing in return that Mr. Oh Yuri has to give me.”

So lightly, breaking through a mask that has never been broken.

“…”

Eventually, after he left and I thought about it, I came to a conclusion.

“… “I guess I’ll have to do it alone.”

***

The doctor who extorted money from my mother said that I was different from other psychopaths.

‘So, you shouldn’t ignore that little impulse that Miss Wu Chun-ja feels. Instead of making value-sensitive judgments about it being weird or irrational, just give in to that impulse. You will suffer a loss. In a humane way.’

Even when I thought about it again, it was clearly a quack.

Han Eun-byeol walked out behind the quack and said.

‘After ignoring it so many times, only now? I have to tell you that this is stupid, so you don’t know, right?’

…

And the mother, who was leading her dog, said.

‘What a stupid b*tch. Call that man right now and run away. That’s the way you lived.’

…

Since I didn’t answer, Han Eun-byeol started shooting her own head with a fire extinguisher.

Kujik, Kujik.

My mother started dying after being bitten by the large dog she was dragging.

Pap deuk, pad deuk.

It was a sight that had nothing to do with me.

That’s why, or so I stretched out my hand.

Then Han Eun-byeol came up to me and hit my head with a fire extinguisher, and my mother bit my skin with the dog.

All of the flesh was torn off and I hugged them with my bony arms.

That wasn’t strange.

Because I was crazy.

And at that moment, I woke up from fainting.

“Sigh…”

It appears that he fainted briefly after being hit in the abdomen by a sturdy man wearing a suit.

The feeling of being twisted in the stomach was unusual.

“What are they going to do?”

“What should I do? “You have to shut your mouth first.”

“So how do you…” ” ?”

Bae Sang-cheol, who leads the broad-shouldered suitmakers, muttered with a shallow look in his eyes as he looked at me clutching my stomach and killing the pain.

“Hmm… , First of all, let’s start with the photos…”

It was a very fucked up situation.

… I thought I was crazy and got stuck in this mud.

So, the reason I am now in this situation could be because of the quack’s useless treatment program, or because Han Eun-byeol said something strange, or because I have not recently taken the unknown medicine prescribed by the doctor. It may be possible. Or maybe it was because my mother raised a dog.

… It’s either that or everything.

But I didn’t regret it that much.

Ah… , Needs to be corrected. What I said was a little bit wrong.

I regret the immaturity of the way I executed my plan and rescue.

They said there was a lack of budget and manpower, but it felt like they moved too hastily.

However, I didn’t really regret not calling that man.

The reason is… , So the reason is…

“Take a picture of yourself, you idiot.”

I don’t know.

“Because those kids don’t want to get involved with something like you.”

… No, actually, I didn’t want to know.

Because the moment I knew that, I felt like something would change.

***

Surprisingly, what Sun Taeyang once said, that he could have won if it were a group of strong adult men instead of middle school girls, did not seem to be bravado.

Sun Taeyang single-handedly defeated a number of people that were incomparable to the middle school girls at the time.

It was truly an unrealistic sight.

… Why is that person working as a manager or something? I think I should become an athlete.

In any case, just with Sun Taeyang’s intervention, the situation became surprisingly belligerent.

Perhaps because of her personality, she did not like to brag or show off, but although she usually acted like a poor person, Sun Taeyang was actually a very great person.

As if it was normal for those around her, she did not leave such a man alone.

The people who rushed to hear that a man named Seon Taeyang was in crisis looked at him with worried eyes, wondering if there were any scratches on his jewelry.

Seon Taeyang, who was surrounded by such people, shook them off with a kind smile and carefully picked me up and said.

“Let’s go.”

“…”

… Where?

Even though I felt such doubts, I didn’t really protest.

***

After finishing treatment at the hospital, Sun Taeyang said:

As if he was nothing, as he always did, so that he could not be understood.

“That’s because Mr. Oh Yuri is a strong person who chooses to shoulder everything himself rather than shouldering the burden on others.”

“…”

“I think a child like that needs compensation, so I tried my best.”

“…”

I don’t understand others.

I just pretend to understand it by analyzing it with phenomena and statistics.

So it’s natural that I don’t understand that man.

There is no need to think hard. Just use it as usual.

That’s it.

But, I don’t understand, I didn’t try to understand… ,

“… Every time. … “Every time”

That man named Seon Taeyang keeps coming into me.

From the moment I first saw it.

“… “You do that every time!”

What was shot was a horse.

However, it was not a predicted and organized product, but a series of worthless and dysfunctional languages.

Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to leave anything behind, I did my best to vomit out the man who had entered into me to Sun Taeyang in front of me.

That man who filled my head like a flood from a certain moment.

If I didn’t, I felt like I would lose something, my head would already fill up, and my heart would become full, so I gave in to my impulses, just like the quack said.

“Chunja.”

And only then did the man call my name

“At that time, he became a wonderful person like I said.”

“…”

In the chaos, amidst the storm of the word Sun Taeyang mixing within me, I rationally realized what the character, Oh Yuri, should do now.

“Much more than me.”

It was simple. She cries as if she is moved by his actions, and all she has to do is cling to him.

I felt like I knew a little bit.

The Sun Taeyang mixed within me told me.

He will consider that to be sufficient compensation.

So I cried.

That was it.

Reason, productivity, gain.

These are the things that make me.

These are the things I pursue.

Even if I’m swayed by strange impulses, don’t take the medicine given by the quack, even if I’m called a monster, even if I see Han Eun-byeol, who was caught stealing luxury cosmetics, lie and say that it was me who did it, that doesn’t change.

So, the tears she shed now as she was held in his arms she were all just an act. Because I am a broken human being who can only do that.

… So it’s really just an act.