Moneytory found himself transported—
Back to 1989.
Back to his university days.
Back to the moment when he first began to doubt himself.
It was spring, true spring.
The campus was alive with protests, music, shouting.
And among them: his younger self.
Sharp-eyed, hungry for change.
From a distance, Moneytory watched himself.
A memory he thought he’d forgotten approached—
A girl in a simple grey sweater, her hair cropped short.
“Yoon Haejin...”
He remembered her name before he remembered her face.
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She sat beside his younger self, whispering words that rippled across time:
"You don’t have to carry the world alone."
The words struck him harder than any blow.
That night, as his younger self sat alone on a park bench,
Moneytory approached.
"Hey. Got a dream?"
"Who are you, old man?"
"Future you."
Moneytory gave him the only advice he wished he'd heard:
"Don’t just endure. Break through.
And don’t let her go.
You’ll regret it."
Time froze.
Their eyes locked.
The Thought Converter pulsed violently.
The world cracked—
And Moneytory was pulled back to the present.
But not unchanged.
A tiny shift.
A coworker who used to ignore him, bowed in apology.
"The world can change," Moneytory thought, "even if just a little."
- to be continued -