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Many things happened during that one month.
First, and most importantly, the money.
We were able to gather over 300 million won in our funds through coins.
Since there were many key points, such as the fourth-quarter earnings announcements of major corporations, the collapse of the world’s third-largest coin exchange, and the interest rate cuts in the United States, we were able to grow the money rapidly by investing in long and short positions alternately depending on the situation.
The leverage was 50 to 100 times.
30 million became 60 million, 60 million became 100 million, 100 million became 200 million.
In a way, earning money seemed so easy that it felt hollow, but it was only possible because of the Taste of Regression ability.
Of course, there were a few failures, but those were all things brought about by acting too greedily. If only it were about five minutes instead of one minute, I’d be able to earn money much more consistently.
And I worked out diligently for a month. According to Woo Do-hwa, superior martial arts skills are achieved based on a strong physical body.
While disciplining my body, I began to learn martial arts that were relatively easy to learn, and every time I did, Woo Do-hwa could not help but be startled.
This was because the speed at which my body was being tempered was irrationally fast, and I made the martial arts he taught me my own in an instant, like a sponge.
Not only that, as I further improved or developed the techniques, it reached a point where Woo Do-hwa was actually learning from me instead.
This too was thanks to the passive abilities, Physical Enhancement and Cognitive Enhancement.
To others, it was a mysterious thing that was absolutely unbelievable for an achievement reached in just one month, but Woo Do-hwa did not pry into it.
His original personality was such that he didn't have much interest in anyone other than himself anyway.
While I was spending my time like this, my wife was active as a junior prosecutor, so it was difficult to even see her face.
In the time before the regression, she quit her job four years after becoming a prosecutor and entered a large law firm, but I didn't know how it would turn out in this life.
Ah, and finally, I rented a ruined gym near the house very cheaply. Of course, this was possible because I used the Mental Control ability.
As the exercise equipment gradually increased and the amount of activity grew, the house had begun to feel too narrow.
“Put some clothes on. It’s so dirty I could die. Really.”
Jo Sang-nim threw a water bottle at me and spoke as if it were disgusting. Is my sculpted body dirty? She really has no eye for beauty. I don't know from what perspective she’s calling it dirty.
“Are you calling these muscles dirty right now? Do you have no concept of beauty?”
“Beauty? You’re talking crazy.”
When I put strength into my stomach and clearly showed my muscles, she expressed her loathing and spat out a curse. Looking at her, she really utilizes curses well in the right places.
She asked again while opening the bag containing the money.
“By the way, why do you need this much cash?”
I replied while taking the cash out of the bag and organizing it.
“I have a place to use it. And from now on, try to use cash as much as possible. Cards leave traces, so problems might arise later. Cash is clean.”
Then, I asked Jo Sang-nim jokingly.
“I don't need to count it, right?”
“Do you really want to die?”
In an instant, the veins stood out on Jo Sang-nim’s face as she clenched her fist.
Come to think of it, she had put on a fair amount of weight over the month. Previously, she was so thin that it was pitiful to see, but now I could say she had put on weight elastically. Of course, her chest and buttocks were still as firm as if they were about to burst.
Seeing her well-dressed to go to the bank, she really seemed like a different person.
Of course, that image is shattered the moment she opens her mouth.
“When are you going to move?”
Woo Do-hwa asked while tearing the plastic off a water bottle he had finished drinking. That sight was so incongruous. Should I say it felt like a gym-addict was doing needlework?
“Since the money is ready, I think we can start tomorrow night.”
“Will this method work?”
“There is a saying, I-i-je-i. Subduing barbarians with barbarians. There are too many for the two of us to handle. Well, it might be possible if we pushed ourselves, but there’s no need to take the difficult path when there’s an easy method.”
I spoke with certainty.
The Yangkkaengi Gang of Mi-hyeon-dong was in a rival relationship with the Chunseop-i Gang of Sang-buk-dong right next door. As the power of both sides gradually grew, they tried to expand their territory toward the district, and naturally, they had no choice but to clash frequently.
Both organizations earned money through gambling, private loans, and entertainment, but they were currently experiencing considerable friction as a new town was being developed between Mi-hyeon-dong and Sang-buk-dong.
I intended to use that point to act as a fuse to cause a war to break out between the two organizations. If it goes according to plan, it is an opportunity to wipe them all out without exerting any effort.
It was truly a case of the fisherman’s profit.
Of course, I intended to carry out the final revenge with my own hands, but there was one thing weighing on my mind.
Is it right to take revenge in advance when it hasn't become a reality yet? They haven't directly caused me any harm yet, have they?
No, they have caused enough harm. Didn't they threaten my life several times, and isn't he the affair partner who played around with my wife?
Yes. The revenge was already decided from the start.
After thinking about this and that while showering, I was getting dressed in the locker room when I saw that there were three missed calls.
They were all calls from my wife, and they were calls that had come only five minutes ago. I was about to call her, but since there was a text message, I checked it.
[Come home immediately when you finish work.]
A short text.
For someone contacting me for the first time in a long while, it was quite devoid of affection. My wife still believed that I was spending my time doing manual labor. And it was comfortable for me as well for her to believe that.
“I’ll head out first. You two eat dinner.”
“Huh? Where are you going?”
As I was about to leave the gym, Jo Sang-nim asked.
“To meet my wife.”
I replied while opening the door.
“Eh? You got a call? What a surprise. Surely you’re not already planning to do the deed? Kekeke.”
Leaving Jo Sang-nim’s deranged words behind, I got into a taxi. Text messages had come once or twice a week, but they were all business-like messages regarding insurance or work-related matters.
“Surely she’s not really planning to finish me off.”
That couldn't be. It’s only been a month since I signed up for the insurance.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep— Beep-lyuk—
As I opened the door lock and went inside the house, the warm heat was the first thing to touch my skin. Since it was December, I had left the underfloor heating on before going out, but it was so hot that it felt suffocating.
And what I felt next was the pungent smell of sweat and semen. And the sound coming from inside the room.
I instinctively felt that the time had come. I quickly turned on my smartphone and started the video recording. Then, after putting it in my pocket so that it poked out slightly, I took a light, deep breath.
Ah— Ah— Ah—
I slowly approached the room and opened the half-closed door.
“Aah! Fuck, try doing it a bit faster!”
“Uugh! Wait!”
Inside the room where used condoms were strewn about. My wife’s voice was clearly audible. A man who was moving while sweating continuously behind her as she lay face down.
Seeing that he was covered in scars and tattoos all over his body, it was certainly Yang Kyung-min.
My wife and Yang Kyung-min were mixing their bodies like beasts, drenched in sweat, in my own home.
Ah! It must have been around this time!
The point when my wife’s psychopathic tendencies gradually rose to the surface.
Originally, she should have been rolling around with Kang Min-ho, but it seemed the future had changed after the regression.
This crazy psychopath.
At that moment, my wife, who raised her head and discovered me, spoke to me with a wicked smile.
“Why are you so late? I got tired of waiting and started first. Greet each other. This side is my lover, and that side is my husband.”
“Wha—what are you doing right now?”
On the inside, I was disgusted, but when I performed with all my soul as if I were shocked, she thought I was truly shocked and continued speaking as if it were entertaining.
“This is great since I was bored anyway. You, take off your pants and masturbate once while watching us.”
“Wha—what? Ma—masturbate?”
When I hesitated while intentionally stuttering my words, Yang Kyung-min, who had been thrusting continuously behind her, spoke irritably.
“Why are you standing there awkwardly, you pathetic, idiotic bastard! Why don't you do as you’re told quickly? Do you want to die, you bastard?”
In that moment, my mind, which had been contemplating even if only for a short while, was instantly and cleanly organized.
Yang Kyung-min. You are just a son of a bitch who deserves to die.
How should I take revenge on these two bastards so that my heart can be at ease?
Of course, the Awakening points are a bonus.