novelzi Chapter 286
Chapter 286
Chapter 286
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◈ I’m an Infinite Regressor, But I’ve Got Stories to Tell
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The Hypocrite V
Is it possible for a psychopath to love?
Allow me to rephrase that. The question as it stands is overly broad and provocative, so let us narrow it down for clarity:
Is it possible for a psychopath to hold something in as high esteem as they hold themselves, with exactly the same weight of importance?
Most would likely think it impossible. After all, if psychopaths could allow another human being to hold equal importance to themselves, they wouldn’t be considered psychopaths to begin with.
We refer to such people as normal.
But if you think about it, aren’t psychopaths inherently far removed from the realm of normality?
Those who obsessively crave power to the point of dismantling life’s balance and society’s morality.
Those who recklessly pursue their personal desires at the cost of destroying daily life.
Those who deviate from the natural course, fanatically yearning for a faith to the point of being called zealots.
People who reshape the world to fit their contours, rather than conforming to the outlines the world offers.
“I trust without a shadow of a doubt that Your Excellency is already aware.”
And thus, imagine a scenario in which the “what if” became what is.
“The boundary between regular humans and Awakeners is blurrier than one might think. Why is it that someone who was just an ordinary human being suddenly becomes enlightened and gains extraordinary powers? What is the cause? What is the principle?”
If a psychopath came to know good...@@@@
If they pursued the “salvation of the world” with the same absolute dedication they reserved for themselves alone...
What would happen?
“I was curious, and I have hence sufficiently satisfied my curiosity.”
The answer stood before my eyes.
“Misery. Wounds. Trauma.”
Not the correct answer, nor a solution. Instead, it was closer to a wrong answer or a fallacy. Yet, however undeniably, it served as an answer to one question.
Yu Ji-won of the 703rd cycle existed.
“Ordinary people Awaken through these emotions and events. In other words, both natural and artificial misfortunes yield the same results... Your Excellency. This Misfortune Workshop I’ve established is the ultimate ‘Awakener Factory.’ It is the frontline that will ultimately overcome humanity’s crisis.”
Indeed.
By the 3rd regression, the South Korean Branch Chief of the Church of Unhappiness—a founding member of my party—had already grasped the information I had worked so hard to conceal as a regressor.
Even if I had gone to great lengths to hide it, it was inevitable that Ji-won would one day uncover the truth herself.
Back when the Saintess was still alive, she and I had once planned out my route for this regression. It was a conversation we always had, even in other cycles, to ensure that this particular piece of information was passed on.
“Saintess, you must act as a proxy for the Constellations and actively share information with the Awakeners. However, the opposite role is also necessary.”
“Opposite, you say. May I ask what you mean?”
“The distortion and concealment of information is also essential.”
We plotted in the temple—a giant aquarium with fish shadows floating across its walls.
“If we leave someone like Jung So-hee unchecked, the pseudo-religion known as the Church of Unhappiness will spread widely across the Korean Peninsula. The problem lies in the fact that part of the Church’s doctrine contains truths.”
The secret that powerful misfortune Awakens immense abilities.
The Saintess, upon hearing this, nodded slowly. “That is dangerous information, indeed.”
“Yes. Those engrossed in the Church of Unhappiness randomly abduct people or, in extreme cases, manufacture infants in factories to offer as sacrifices at their altars.”
“Calling them altars is... certainly generous. They’re essentially torture chambers.”
Ji-won lamented in her usual tone, “Thus, the second method. Can you guess what it is, Your Excellency?”
“Role division...”
“Exactly.” She gave a deep bow of her head as a nod. “As expected of Your Excellency. Precisely. There’s no need for these mass-produced Awakeners to ‘love all of humanity.’”
Just one person.
“Someone who saved them from this hellish torment... It’s a simple principle. Think of it as a variation of the good cop, bad cop dynamic. Bad Cop A imprisons people and subjects them to misery and suffering. Conversely, Good Cop B defeats the wicked A and rescues them.”
I sighed in exasperation. “You’re right. As you said, if one person embodies misfortune while another embodies salvation, we wouldn’t even need to use Yo-hwa’s brainwashing techniques. It would naturally attract the mass-produced Awakeners to their side.”
This was the information I hadn’t shared with the Saintess. Perhaps she had subconsciously realized it, but neither of us ever dared to voice it.
“Yes.”
However, Ji-won was different. The silver-haired psychopath not only conceived of this possibility but actively, earnestly, and willingly brought it to life.
“I volunteer to play the role of the bad cop, Your Excellency. Please, become the savior... No one is better suited for the role of the bad cop than I am.”
She took a step closer to me.
“The Saintess is too gentle. She empathizes too deeply with others’ pain. Dang Seo-rin, Sim Ah-ryeon, Lee Ha-yul, Seo Gyu, and Oh Dok-seo all have their own reasons for being unfit... Cheon Yo-hwa and Chief Noh Do-hwa might be suitable, but Your Excellency holds those two in great esteem. You wouldn’t use them as disposable tools for the bad cop role, would you?”
Yu Ji-won placed a hand over her heart.
“I am different from them... I am as competent as they are, if not more so. The fact that I constructed the Misfortune Workshop without detection already proves my capabilities.”
Even Do-hwa, who was by no means incompetent, only witnessed Ji-won’s “abduction” but failed to detect this massive prison’s construction.
“Furthermore, even if Your Excellency used me as a disposable piece, I would harbor no resentment—no negative emotions or any trivial sentiments whatsoever.”
I didn’t answer.
“Cheon Yo-hwa? She would gladly align with Your Excellency’s intentions but would simultaneously seek reassurance that she holds a unique place in Your Excellency’s heart.”
Ji-won drew even closer.
“Chief Noh Do-hwa? Likewise, though she would cooperate with Your Excellency’s plans, she would also attempt to assert her significance in Your Excellency’s mind.”
Even closer.
“But as I said, I am different.”
Under the dim lighting, her silver hair glimmered with a dark sheen.
“I am a psychopath. I do not crave Your Excellency’s love. I have no need for affection or attention, nor do I seek hatred or indifference... Simply keeping me alive and utilizing me fulfills the capacity I aimed to occupy in Your Excellency’s heart. Your Excellency, even psychopaths have their uses.”
Ji-won took one final step, then stopped.
She was now directly in front of me.
Somewhere, deeper than 1,200 meters below the surface, the faint, earthy scent of freshly washed strawberries wafted.
“Even if Your Excellency discards me as a mere tool, I have no regrets. You understand this, don’t you?”
Finally, I spoke.
“Yes.”
“Then our meeting can be called fate. Your Excellency has led me, a psychopath, toward good. I can perform roles that others cannot for Your Excellency’s greater good.”
Ji-won gazed at me with unwavering eyes, her head tilted up to meet mine.
“Use me, Your Excellency... Save them. Embrace and guide the Awakeners who have come to hate me. Lead them to side with humanity... And then discard me.”
Ji-won.
Personal color: silver.
My first confidant and secretary.
She spoke.
“I was undoubtedly born to take on this role.”
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