BCGWR Chapter 33 Part 2

Professor Choi Seong-hun’s eyes narrowed further. A person could only state something with 100% certainty when they had conviction based on their own experience. Even if everyone heard and spoke of certain information, it was normal to harbor a slight doubt until one experienced it directly, which made the man’s reaction feel subtle.

Jung Ha-jin met Professor Choi Seong-hun’s sharp gaze, which was scrutinizing him, and kept his mouth firmly shut. He knew Professor Choi Seong-hun was evaluating his words, but he let him do so. This excellent doctor, as Jung Ha-jin knew, was smart enough to only act once he was convinced.

Professor Choi Seong-hun, who had been stroking his chin, stopped. This time, he picked up a pen from the desk and spun it idly, lost in thought.

Jung Ha-jin saw his action and outwardly showed no reaction, but inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Professor Choi Seong-hun spinning his pen was a habit he displayed when he was almost persuaded by another’s opinion and was tidying up his thoughts one last time.

Very slowly, there was a man floating in a void of nothingness.

Having lost all will, he floated in the void like a jellyfish drifting in the sea, in a state akin to an empty shell.

The man wished to remain an eternal non-entity like this.

He wanted to disappear from the world.

If it weren’t for a promise he made long ago, he certainly would have done so.

The man had a premonition.

That if he continued to drift here like this, he would eventually cease to exist.

Would he disappear?

Then.

As he seriously contemplated annihilation, someone approached him and whispered three syllables into his ear.

The man didn’t want to hear it, but the moment he heard it, he couldn’t help but recall it.

Han Ji-su.

It was his own name. The man, who had been drifting in unconsciousness, suddenly remembered his name and opened the eyes he had kept shut.

‘My name…’

As soon as he recognized it, his dark vision brightened. The scene before his eyes was neither an unfamiliar ceiling nor a room he had never seen before. Instead, a wholly white space filled his vision and spread out.

Wondering if this could truly be called seeing, he tilted his head and raised his hand, and his hand appeared perfectly normal. His body was as it always was, but the moment he saw a space with no floor and no ceiling, Han Ji-su realized it was a dream.

‘This kind of dream is new…’

Han Ji-su sat cross-legged in the space, unsure if it was air or ground, and looked around. It was unclear how he could sit without a floor, but Han Ji-su was clearly sitting alone in a void.

Looking at the illusory space, it seemed like a dream, but his mind felt too clear for it to be one. Knowing that even the clearest lucid dream couldn’t feel this real, Han Ji-su scratched his head and muttered.

“Am I dead? Oh, what, I can even speak… It doesn’t feel like a dream…”