I’m an Infinite Regressor, But I’ve Got Stories to Tell
Chapter 130
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Eschatologist II
To anyone who might read my life story someday, I have a piece of advice: try to build a good relationship with the Tutorial Fairies.
I was an inexperienced regressor, and we ended up in a cycle of hatred, cutting off heads and smashing skulls. But you don’t need to get involved in such bloody disputes.
“Hik-hik-hik. Starting the operation to hunt down the reactionary guerrillas hidden in the Secretary-General's unconscious brain folds...!”
“Alright. I’m counting on you.”
The Tutorial Fairies were really decent anomalies. If you overlook their peculiar manner of speaking and their tendency to grind humans through the tutorial, they can communicate with Homo sapiens.
As long as you don’t start with ‘What the hell are you talking about, you bastard!’ you can leave a good impression on the fairies. In fact, it’s best not to start with that even when dealing with humans.
The fairies scurried over and surrounded me. I counted 64 of them.
“First, to enter the unconscious, you need to make your mind and body comfortable and then sleep deeply!”
“Hmm.”I lay down on the bed. The fairies formed a circle and grabbed my hands on both sides.
Fairy-Fairy-(Me)-Fairy-Fairy.
That’s how it looked if I drew it.
There were 32 fairies on each side, left and right.
“Now, we’ll invite the Secretary-General to our fairies' homeland. If you have a song request, please let us know!”
“Song request?”
“Hoi. To enter the land of the Baku, a suitable and charming lullaby is essential…! If there’s no request, ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ will be the default BGM!”
I requested ‘Island Baby,’ as ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ had become a trauma due to the Meteor Shower.
The fairies joined hands and swayed their shoulders from side to side.
“Mom goes to the island shade-♪”
“To cut necks-♪”
“The baby, left alone, poops-♪”
Wait. Were those really the lyrics of ‘Island Baby’?
“ZZZ…”
I didn’t have time to ponder as the fairies' singing plunged me into sleep.
Blink.
When I opened my eyes, the scenery had changed. A moment ago, I was lying in the hideout bed, but now I was slumped on a café table in the old Baekje Hospital building.
Under the table was the corpse of Old Man Sho.
The fairies were still holding my hands. The formation had halved, with 16 fairies on each side now.
“Oh…? This would be an instant cure for insomnia patients. I should suggest it to Commander Noh Do-hwa, who constantly complains about sleep deprivation...”
“The sea sings-♪”
“The song of destruction-♪”
“ZZZ…”
I fell asleep again within the dream. My thoughts drifted beyond the fading consciousness.
Isn’t this like the movie Inception?
Blink.
I repeated the dream within a dream. Each time, my consciousness dove deeper into the unconscious, into deeper sleep.
From the hideout to the café, to Dang Seo-rin’s VVIP train car, to the convenience store at Jamsu Bridge, to Baekhwa Girls' High School…
“Oh? Vice guild leader, you—”
Sometimes, the characters in my dreams recognized me and widened their eyes.
In an old cycle, guild leader Dang Seo-rin was surprised to see me.
But the lullaby didn’t stop.
“Cutting heads softly-♪”
“Fall asleep-♪”
Deeper. Even deeper.
Dream within a dream.
To the bottomless pit of the unconscious that normal humans could never perceive or remember even if they dreamed.
“—Sunbae?”
“Hyung.”
“G-Guild leader…”
“Oppa.”
It was an endless descent.
My relationships, memories, and essence as the Undertaker scattered more and more.
Like a slaughtered animal at the butcher shop. Like a wooden doll being carved by a sculptor.
“Humanity sleeps soundly-♪”
“Even though a baby’s cry-♪”
“Shakes the soul.”
Blink.
With each layer deeper into the dream, the number of fairies decreased. 64, 32, 16, 8, 4, 2…
Finally, one.
“Hoi.”
Fairy number 264. The first Tutorial Fairy I ever met held both my hands.
In reality, the fairy appeared as a 2D deformed character, expressing an (>_
