Chi-Woo didn’t know how much time had passed since he came to this space. It could be several months or several years. Perhaps even longer than that. He had lost his sense of time a while ago. After even Perfect Yoo-Joo left, Chi-Woo became the same machine as her; he tried, failed, and tried again and again like a machine going through the same motions. However, he still wasn’t able to produce a clear result. It felt as if he could get the hang of it if he just took a step forward, but that one step always felt just out of his grasp.

As a result, Chi-Woo got a bit anxious. He couldn’t be too late. He thought he should go back now… Truthfully, he wanted to go back. He had already been conflicted and felt torn countless times because of how hard it was. If there was still a Chi-Woo or a Yoo-Joo in this space and trying alongside him—he might have really returned. He would have left everything to them and return to his world with a light heart. However, there was no one in this space except for him. He was the only ‘me’ left. At first, he wanted to achieve results for the other versions of himself that had already returned. However, his heart slowly swayed over time. Did he…really have to? Even if he couldn’t achieve results in this space and returned empty-handed, wouldn’t the future depend on how he made it in the end?

He obtained some valuable information and… Like this, his desire to return disguised as reasonable justifications continued to tempt...