My offer to Jin Cheong was basically insurance.

Even for me, it would be difficult to convince people that he was brainwashed because I had a lot of things to worry about. I had many things to handle other than this insurance, but it was obvious why I wanted to use the keywords ‘brainwash’ and ‘used.’

‘It’ll help me as well.’

It would be a beautiful story for him, but it could also be a beautiful story for me as well.

Kim Hyun-Sung was the reason why I had a lot on my mind recently.

Personally, I thought he was no longer suspicious of me being the masked scum—no, it was more like he wasn’t suspicious of me in the first place, but no one could say for sure about what would happen in the future.

Our lovely regressor could suddenly misunderstand me one day, so I needed as much insurance as possible.

‘If…’

If Kim Hyun-Sung mistook me for the villain of his past life, I would have excuses to use against such allegations.

‘I think it’ll be good if I make him think that the masked scum was brainwashed…’

The masked scum of his past life didn’t perform those evil deeds because he wanted to do them. He was more like a tragic character constantly fighting the demon...