The Regressor’s Personality Training

unger brother pointed the sword at his neck and asked.

“Did you kill my brother? Did you betray my brother and steal the sacred sword?! Answer me!”

Lee Danwoo denied it.
In front of those people, when he returned to the guild, everywhere he went, the answer was always ‘no’.
But after realising that no one was listening, he kept quiet.

However, the person that was asking right now was Cha Woowon’s younger brother.

Like his older brother, he also seemed to have a weak personality.

And the cleared dungeon was collapsing.

Lee Danwoo didn’t know that would collapse after being cleared.

“What difference will it make if I say no?”

Who would believe it anyway?

Well, Cha Woowon’s younger brother might’ve.

But even so… Would that change anything?

Wouldn’t Cha Woowon’s younger brother waste time if he ran towards the exit while carrying Danwoo?

Even now, time was limited.

‘This idiot can’t even see the ceiling collapsing because he’s watching his enemy die…’

It was such a stupid thing to do.

If he were to leave, Lee Danwoo would die.

Did he have to live with this guy’s help?

No matter how much he thought about it…

He didn’t want to.

Lee Danwoo wanted to die.
He decided to die today.
Even if it wasn’t exactly today, the moment he cleared , he knew he was going to die.
He had thought about it even before entering the dungeon.

Because he couldn’t leave Cha Woowon’s body here.

“Oh, I killed him.”

Danwoo said without hesitation.

He laughed a little.
It actually seemed like he wanted to tell that to someone.

“Of course I did it.
Otherwise, how did Cha Woowon die? How could Cha Woowon not be able to clear a dungeon even I could clear? Like you, he was narrow-minded and trusted people easily.”

“You’re lying.”

Cha Woowon’s brother was rather foolish.
A pile of stones fell beside him, making Danwoo impatient.

He could barely see with one of his eyes, and he couldn’t breathe properly.
It was fortunate that his tongue still moved.

“… I wanted the sacred sword, I wanted to be a hero, and I wanted to monopolise the glory.
So I killed him.
I was jealous of Cha Woowon.
There’s no way you didn’t know.
There were a bunch of people like that around him.
I used to be one of them.”

“You’re lying.”

The tip of the sword, which was shaking against his neck, was lifted.

With barely any vision left, Danwoo saw it.

A face that resembled Cha Woowon, stained with tears, stabbing Danwoo with his sword.

“You’re lying…!”

Ding!

[You have cleared The Last Dungeon.]

[Choose a reward.]

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[The reward has been received.]

Danwoo thought he heard something.

***

Lee Danwoo died.

Nobody could survive being stabbed by a sword in the neck and having the ceiling collapse on top of them.

Lee Danwoo vaguely thought of words such as peace, rest, and that it was all over.
First of all, he was in a peaceful space where he was laying on something soft and the mana in the air was thin…

Then there was a strange noise.

Bang! Bang!

“Lee Danwoo! Lee Danwoo!”

Bang! Bang!

“Hey, Lee Danwoo! Wake up!”

It was a banging noise loud enough to wake up a dying person.

“Let Danwoo sleep.
Why are you waking him up so early in the morning?”

“He has an exam.
I’m helping him wake up.
Hey! Why aren’t you waking up?”

Danwoo opened his eyes.

‘Fuck, what?’

There was the smell of oil.
Someone was cooking.

The cramping pain and the nauseating headache were gone.
Danwoo was lying on a bed with a soft mattress, not in a collapsed dungeon.

Did Cha Woowon’s younger brother change his mind at the end and rescue Danwoo? He was soft enough to do it, but…

This place was strange.

‘It’s not a hospital.’

The knocking on the door was familiar.
Before he could even think, he heard the door being unlocked and swung open.

He laid his eyes on a face he hadn’t seen in years.
It was the face of his cousin.
A tall, mountain-bandit-looking guy who didn’t resemble Lee Danwoo at all was staring at him, surprised.

“Oh! Why are you awake?”

‘…?’

Lee Danwoo thought it was a dream and that he just remembered a familiar face.

“If you wanted me to keep sleeping, you shouldn’t have barked like a rooster.”

“Roosters don’t bark.
Did you get up early because of the exam? Wow, you’re nervous too.
Do you really think you can pass?”

‘Exam?’

His cousin, Kim Jigyu, was his aunt’s son.
Danwoo remembered how long it had been since he had seen this face.

Danwoo became independent not long after graduating from high school.
He expressed his intention to become independent to his aunt, and Danwoo took the money he had saved up and left to buy himself a place.

He had lived without seeing his cousin’s face for a long time afterwards.
It had been six or seven years since then…