back to past life(on going)
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The dark world became bright and the faint sound became louder at once. As soon as my vision was clear, I knew I was in the classroom. A young man was teaching English in front of young students. I held a mechanical pencil in my hand and found an incomplete scribble in my notebook.
I checked the book cover, and it was an English textbook for first grade junior high school. I was sitting alone by the window in the back of class. I always sat in the middle when I was a student, but things were different because the past had changed a bit.
"Status window." I was very happy to hear my clear pronunciation after living a toothless life for almost half a year.
[Name: Na Seon-Hu
Health: F(2), Strength: F(20), Agility: F(13), Sense: F(20)
Total points: 87
Traits(1)]
My average class is F. Although the people in class F were considered ordinary people since Advent Day, it was not bad at all by the current standards.
My body has grown into an average adult male, and my Strength and Race have increased enough to exceed the abilities of some athletes. The stats I improved during the tutorial definitely affected the time I passed.
As expected, the past has changed. My arms were long and full of hard muscles that could not be considered the body of a high school student, and I could feel the strength in my biceps and forearms.
I clenched my fists, and a scribble in my notebook caught my attention. When I first saw it, it seemed like the result of me, an ordinary high school student, was time-consuming. However, the image was an F-class monster. It was a beast-type monster that walked on two legs. His identification number is KF-07, and it is clearly written at the top of the notebook with messy handwriting that looks like mine. K means Korean, F means monster level, and 07 is an arbitrarily assigned numerical identifier. In fact, it was called the 'Keeper Dog' among the Korean revivalists, not its identification number.
I thought of something, and unsurprisingly, there was the address of a mountain in Gyeonggi Province and the price was on the page of the previous notebook.
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It seems like I have maintained my life as a returning person during the time that passes, and that is why I am training and preparing to attack the F-class dungeons. The first thing to do before unsealing the basement is to buy the land where it is placed.
I ran home after class. It was then that I realized that my family had moved to Miari. The house was the same as I remembered it, and the key was in the milk basket. As I unlocked the door, I remembered that my mother had been working at a local curtain shop around this period.
I was too excited to know how much I had prepared during the missed time to indulge in mementos.
A photo that seemed to have been taken at my Elementary graduation ceremony last year was framed in the living room. I was already fully grown up at the time; one would probably think that it was taken upon high school graduation. I was somehow relieved to see the smile on my parents face in the photo.
I went to my room, but it was definitely not a room for teenagers. I don't remember much about my room in high school, but it's pretty clear that the room was different from my past life. The blanket had been folded with military precision by me, and not even a speck of dust was found on the table.
I ransacked my room thoroughly, looking into places where I thought I would hide a zip drive or floppy disk that could contain memories during the time I had passed. However, it seemed to me that my physical growth and friendship were the only things that changed from the past. Looks like I just started thinking of attacking the dungeon now during the time it passed. Oh well, yeah, I should have been by my parents' side until elementary school.
From now on, I am back in control.
Although I did not buy the sealed dungeon area, it was a good decision to choose the mountain in Hwansung, Gyeonggi Province as my first conquest. I could figure out how I had searched for the market price, but since I was going to smash the trail like a bus receipt, I stopped paying attention to it.
The first target was a huge mountain worth about 1.3 billion won, and a sealed F-class dungeon was there, waiting for Advent Day. Many things must be prepared such as buying a mountain and installing a security system. They all need money. Since I know the past, earning money won't be too difficult. Not only does it make money, but more.
The five hundred thousand won I saved during the time I missed was probably sufficient capital. However, minors can only create a minor stock account, and essentially prohibit speculative transactions such as future option transactions. Even if I made a company, it would be difficult to make the investment I was aiming for. In other words, I desperately need a lawyer. I thought of some names, Jonathan, Jillian, Kim Cheong-soo, Jessica, and others.
There's only one I can trust the most among them, and that's Jonathan.
***
He was a twenty-five year old man on Wall Street. When recalling those days, he often referred to himself and his colleagues as 'Wolves on Wall Street' because the financial company he worked for had the word 'Wolf' in it. 1997 Was the year when the internet had been distributed worldwide, and it was the first time a website was created.
I searched for a financial company on Wall Street that listed the word 'Wolf' in its title, and I found a link in the North American search engine APE. The Internet is loaded with crawling speeds, and images of company employees appear very slowly. Since Jonathan was at a low position, his photo was at the very last. I saw young Jonathan smiling as the images appeared one by one. He looked like he was talking about how he became part of the elite on Wall Street. The picture lost the hatred and despair of a man who lost everything. I sent an email.
Seon-Hu: Hello, Jonathan. I'm sending you this email to ask your opinion on whether the Thai baht is being exchanged for too high a price these days.
***
I'm sure Jonathan will take the bait because I know he's worried and confident that global hedge funds will attack the Thai baht first. If he trusted himself more and made a bold investment from the start, his heyday would be greater than ever.
However, he was unable to do so because he was a loser before 1997.
Jonathan: Thai baht is not overvalued.
I saw the reply in my mailbox before I went to bed.
Seon-Hu: I'm sorry. I mean if the Thai baht is overvalued, is it worth it?
The next reply immediately returned as if he had been waiting for my answer.
Jonathan: Please tell me who you are and where you come from.
As I expected, he took the bait.
Seon-Hu: There are more conditions that could be considered decent. Asian foreign exchange reserves and the continued strengthening of the dollar will alleviate the problems facing the hedge fund consortium. I hope they will start attacking the Thai baht this month. However, their final destination was not Thailand. If they attack, Thailand is just the beginning.
***
Jonatan surprised. The morning started with an email out of nowhere.
“Thailand will only be the beginning ..”
The sender is confident that the hedge fund will attack the Thai baht. He even immediately mentioned the most likely name. Jonathan looked at the partition and buried his head in his arms. All of his comrades were busy, and upon second thought, the situation did not require anyone else's advice. That was his chance.
It is no secret that a large amount of investment funds have flowed into hedge funds as mentioned in the message. Those who work on Wall Street expect that the situation will change depending on where the fund will go next. Therefore, the air on Wall Street was heavy, and this email came during this time.
Above all, Jonathan focuses on the fact that the sender uses the word 'worthy' because only people working in this field can use the word in this context. He was more curious about where this email came from than who the sender was. Maybe, this is a test. Jonathan took a deep breath and placed his hand on the keyboard.
Jonathan: My office is open now. I'll be waiting for you. If you can't visit me, you can contact me at …
Jonathan's hand was shaking like he had just seen a ghost.
