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Chapter 1

Red Button

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Life is pain.

Therefore, a quick and comfortable end is happiness.

No one ever said that. The latter half is something I made up.

“I really want to deck my team leader in the face, just once.”

The moment I spat that out in anger, I looked around furtively.

Fortunately, no one was there.

“Ha…….”

Even I thought I was being too much of a loser, and a sigh slipped out on its own.

Someone once said this:

That humans find their self-worth through labor.

I'd bet anything that whoever said that never worked a proper day in their life.

No sane working adult in this world would say something like that.

Filled with such spiteful thoughts, I loaded my body onto the rattling subway and arrived home.

Like a snake shedding its skin, I roughly peeled off my clothes, dropped them onto the floor with a couple of thuds, and threw myself onto the bed.

Of course, I had absolutely no intention of going straight to sleep.

If I sleep, I'll just have to go to work again when I wake up—who would waste their time like that?

So I took out my phone and entered the community forum I always visited.

You might think this is a waste of time too, but regardless, it was rest for me.

Rest is important.

Probably nothing besides AI can work for a lifetime without rest.

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(A picture of a red button on a white background has been posted.)

If you press this red button now, you will immediately receive a legitimate 50 billion won after tax. In exchange, there is a 50 percent chance your gender will change. Will you press it?

ㅡ Why wouldn’t you press this?

ㅡ Isn’t turning into a woman more profitable?

ㄴ Ugh

ㅡ Seriously, with 50 billion won after tax, isn’t it over once you buy a house?

ㄴ What kind of house are you buying to blow it all on a house?

ㄴㄴ Sex

ㄴㄴㄴ Bullshitting, lol

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“Why are posts like this always around.”

A typical community post.

There are all kinds.

Press the red button and suddenly all the hair on the community admin’s head disappears.

Or every time you press it, one couple disappears.

Sometimes it’s just “It’s just a button. Will you press it?”

Anyway, it’s a meaningless post.

There’s no need to assign deep meaning to something you read just to kill time, but for some reason, today I found myself thinking about it a bit more seriously.

“I want to quit….”

The company I work for is a so-called shithole company. Well, an SME.

A company where you can get along harmoniously with family-like employees (minus me, they’re practically all actual family).

Can’t even dream of overtime pay or paid weekly holidays, and the industry is so small and tight that if you stupidly report them, you’ll never get hired again—our beautiful company.

On top of that, the team leader seemed to have taken a beating on crypto today, so he was fuming all day long, and I got caught up in it for no reason and got chewed out all day for my clothes smelling like cigarettes.

“Haa……. Just how much is 50 billion won, anyway.”

Even if the lottery ticket I bought yesterday hit, it wouldn’t be more than 2 billion won.

It’s hard to imagine.

They say an ordinary office worker has to save diligently for about eight years to amass 100 million won.

“So… 4,000 years?”

When I simply multiplied eight years by that, that was the number I got.

“Are you kidding me.”

If you had that much money, at least your children and their descendants for generations could live without worrying about money, couldn’t they?

“I’d press it about ten times even if I turned into a woman.”

After indulging in a brief, happy delusion, I let out a sigh and tapped the red button on the screen for no reason.

What could be more pointless than hoping for something that will never happen?

I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes.

And when I opened them.

“……??”

I had become a beautiful girl with 500 billion won in my bank account.

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