I’M A Max-Level Regressor [EN]: Chapter 83

83.

Around 4 a.m.

As soon as I got home, I received a call from Marina.

– Mr. Shin, the schedule is confirmed. The dungeon raid permission is also approved.

“That was fast.”

– It’s about inviting a hotshot guest from WSA [World Superhuman Association], so of course, things need to move quickly, right?

“I’ll need a direct flight ticket to get to that dungeon.”

– No, you don’t have to. A chartered plane will arrive tomorrow at dawn.

“A chartered plane?”

– Yes. Didn’t you know? WSA uses chartered planes quite often, more than you think.

“Great, so I’ll move by chartered plane tomorrow at dawn and then head to the U-S93 dungeon the day after?”

– That’s right. We’ve secured the dungeon you mentioned. The reset will be done right on time the day after tomorrow at dawn.

“Sounds good.”

– What about companions?

“I’ll think about it for now.”

– If you’re okay with it, Mr. Shin, could I join? I’ll give up all the loot.

“Sounds like you want to check my skills.”

– I can’t lie and say no.

“I understand. I’ll let you know in advance if I have any companions.”

– Just let me know before midnight. Then, please contact me.

I ended the call with Marina.

I got an opportunity to raid a WSA-owned dungeon as a guest.

U-S93 Dungeon.

The classification number follows the American Awakened Association, but the actual owner was WSA.

Anyway, this dungeon was an average S-rank dungeon, and the difficulty was quite high.

‘First, Priest and Yoon-byeol are on hold.’

Experience is good, but it’s very important to distinguish where to participate and where not to.

If it’s an S-rank dungeon, I also have to exert my maximum power in a constant state of tension.

It’s difficult to take care of unexpected situations that Priest or Yoon-byeol might face 100%.

In other words, it was very dangerous.

So, the two of them couldn’t accompany me.

Of course, I couldn’t call the people from the Yanghwa Guild for this raid.

‘If Marina and I go with the shortest route raid, it seems like it will work out somehow… but it’s going to be tight.’

The picture of the two of us skipping unnecessary sections and raiding came out, but it was a bit disappointing.

Because if I went to a high-level dungeon, I had to catch even one more monster to get loot.

‘Healer.’

To actively engage in combat, I needed a high-level healer.

Especially if it goes to a melee or a long-term battle, an Awakened who can continuously replenish stamina is essential.

My only weakness is that my self-recovery is poor, so the existence of an auxiliary healer was essential.

This is not a shortest path raid, but a raid to sweep the dungeon clean, like catching lice.

‘Han So-joon… This guy seems okay. Should I contact him? This guy must be even crazier now because he’s much younger.’

A good person came to mind.

But at the same time, only the extreme words among the many words that modified him in his previous life came to mind.

Extreme cleanliness, mental illness, psycho, madman, true drug addict. There are definitely no good words.

‘But there’s no more professional healer than him. My breathing was fantastic with him too.’

In my previous life, I had been with many healing-type Awakeners, but I had never seen anyone like Han So-joon.

He was worth enough ‘crazy value.’ If a stage where he can play is prepared, he would heal the support target even at the risk of his life.

“Hmm.”

Click. Click.

I finished connecting to the Awakened community, ‘Unsung Hero,’ with the laptop I had turned on.

And when I put ‘Han So-joon’s’ name in the keyword and searched, articles full of bad reviews were printed out like bamboo shoots after the rain.

[Title: Avoid the healing Awakened, Han So-joon. He’s a real trash.]

[Han So-joon, that XX. He was so arrogant. What? He said I’m not even worth healing as a fellow Awakened? Wow, is this a fight?]

Most of them were documents that could contain unspeakable swear words, and this was the only content that was worth seeing.

And below that, a series of damage cases (?) were left as comments.

– Did you get it too? He told me that I was a moron who couldn’t do anything without healing, so I had to change the loot distribution ratio, in the middle of the raid?

– Wow, I’m not the only one who got it? That XX has so many requirements. How many times did he change his gloves throughout the dungeon raid! That good rhythm was all broken because of that XX.

– A healer is not a boss, it makes me want to throw up, really. And his skills are terrible.

“Huh, there’s a truckload of people here who don’t know Han So-joon’s user manual.”

I burst into a smirk.

Of course, I admit that Han So-joon is a different kind of person who is different from ordinary Awakeners.

He may feel strange because he is particularly picky, fastidious, and has unique tastes or routines.

But that’s it.

If you create an environment that meets his conditions, you no longer need to worry about the words ‘healing and regeneration.’

“If his reputation is this bad now, he’s probably barely making a living by doing odd jobs. He’s an outsider. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to meet him this time?”

I thought it would be okay to have Han So-joon participate in the dungeon raid, which felt somewhat lacking in personnel.

I guarantee his skills. Besides, he’s currently A-rank in 2020, so his level is high.

Click. Click.

After passing through the countless profanity posts that appear when searching for Han So-joon for a long time.

I was able to check the profile he posted himself for recruitment.

Of course, below his profile, where comments were allowed, there were only thousands of unified ‘hate comments.’

Of course, I ignored them all and checked Han So-joon’s KakaoTalk ID [Korean messaging app ID] and finished registering.

[Hello, Mr. Han So-joon?]

[I’m B-rank Awakened, Kang Shin-hwa. I would like to talk about the U-S93 dungeon raid.]

And I simply left the message.

Of course, I left the most important information about my name, rank, and the dungeon to be raided.

He will probably check this content and search for the dungeon and me for a long time before replying.

Because he is a guy who is thoroughly prepared from the beginning.

“This is going to be fun.”

I was looking forward to meeting him.

In his previous life, he had too much resentment against the Hongyeon Guild, so he was killed by them in 2031.

It is known to the outside world as an accident… but in fact, it is a murder case with ugly intentions hidden.

It’s not a good time to recall it now because it’s a complicated case to recall and trace back.

“In this dungeon raid, I need to organize the loot that I must get, no matter what.”

I picked up the notepad and pen on the table and started writing the list.

I quickly finished organizing.

Catra is one of the three ingredients essential for making enhancement potions.

It can only be obtained from overseas dungeons, but its value is at the level of weeds.

So, people have no interest in it at all, so I was going to dig it myself this time.

And Catabella’s blood is needed to make ‘identification glasses.’

In addition, the ability that you want to absorb from Catabella by achieving the consumption conditions is the blow of instant death.

In addition, Madonas is a unique ingredient that can add an additional 30% awakening effect to the enhancement potion ‘Stimulus.’

All of this is important to me.

There are only products that are essential for creating high value-added or improving my talents.

For me, it was a raid with a lot of unilateral benefits to gain without losing anything.

Of course, I applied for the dungeon raid to Marina with these intentions.

“A splendid retirement! Until then, I’m going to work like a dog and use all means like a money-crazed ghost to make a lot of money!”

Power entered my clenched fists as I strengthened my resolve.

Honor, wealth, retirement, bliss, paradise, rich solitude… It’s all money, money.

Early morning.

I left home in the dim light and bought a bouquet of baby’s breath at a flower shop that opened early.

And I took a taxi to my parents’ charnel house so that the baby’s breath would not wither in the wind.

February 15th.

My parents’ wedding anniversary.

It’s a special day for my parents that they have never properly celebrated in front of me, saying it’s nothing special.

I should have taken care of it a long time ago.

The incompetent unfilial son is taking care of it late like this only after his parents passed away. I feel guilty every time.

Right then.

Drrr.

The vibration notifying the receipt of KakaoTalk was felt, and when I checked it, it was Han So-joon.

Seeing that it took him several hours to check the sent KakaoTalk, which was checked in less than a minute, and even reply, it seems like he did a lot of research.

He probably looked up all the information he could find about the dungeon.

Because his information search ability, which is excellent at information analysis, is on a different level from my old-fashioned method.

[How about meeting near Exit 13 of Sadang Station at noon?]

[I’m going out wearing a red hat and a black hoodie. Recognize me and say hello. I can’t say hello first.]

“Keuk.”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the unique habits of the guy who doesn’t go anywhere even if he regresses.

Of course, this is like Han So-joon.

[Okay. I’ll see you on time.]

I sent a short reply.

* * *

Nearing the charnel house.

Perhaps because it drizzled briefly at dawn, the charnel house was quiet without a single visitor.

However, it seemed that many people had visited in the past few days, and the surroundings were full of fragrant floral scents.

I stopped in front of my parents’ urn, which was enshrined in a sunny spot, and the photo attached to it.

“Mother, Father, it’s been a while. The old me would have kept coming, but today is the first time for the regressed me.”

Putting the baby’s breath in front.

I stroked the photos of my smiling parents with my fingertips.

I’m clearly touching a flat photo.

Somehow, I felt a warm body temperature at my fingertips, and the scent of perfume they used to use in their lifetime at the tip of my nose.

“Father used to say that, right? He wondered what I would be doing when I was his age. I was wondering about that too, but I ended up regressing like this? I thought I would be living a life of wealth and fame… but it didn’t work out as I wanted.”

Seeing the faces of my parents smiling brightly in the photo made me feel better.

I’m not in the picture.

When I took that picture, I was there too, and I tried so hard to get in the picture.

My father jokingly pushed me away, saying that a solo should get out of the couple’s picture.

And I really didn’t know that this picture would be the last picture of my parents.

“Mother, Father. If I ever get the ability to go back much further in the past than now.”

Just for a moment.

I held back the tears that were about to turn red and took a deep breath.

Even though I seem to live each day fiercely and cheerfully, I am also a person who is lacking somewhere.

Just because I regressed doesn’t mean I have a heart as cold as ice and as hard as steel.

I wiped the tingling tip of my nose with my hand and continued what I was about to say.

“At that time, I will go back to the moment of the Great Change and save my parents at the risk of my life. I always… love you. I really miss you. So much that I want to say I miss you like crazy.”

Thud. Thud.

Eventually.

Tears that I couldn’t hold back finally flowed down.