[Congratulations, my friend! You have a new goal.]
I stored the dream incubator back inside my tattoo.
Now that I knew this incubator could make the potion that would send me home, there was no way I could leave it sitting in this completely burned-out office.
My heart kept pounding.
‘If I bring the Ghost Story of Segwang Special City to an end, I can go home.’
That sentence would not leave my head.
However.
“Grape.”
“……”
“You’re going to use that to wish to go home?”
I turned toward him.
Agent Choi was observing me too.
‘He noticed.’
He had already read the documents from the dream incubation room, and he had seen the button I assembled as well.
He must already have been certain that I had figured out how to make the potion that served as the original source of the Wish Ticket.
The man who had grown noticeably quieter since earlier finally spoke.
“Isn’t there another way?”
“There might be.”
There probably wasn’t.
More than anything, the surest method was right in front of me, so saying we should look for another one was probably his indirect way of telling me he wanted to stop me.
Which meant I had to speak gently too.
As though I were leaving things open.
[Excellent!]
“For now, I plan to keep carrying out Director Ho’s project while learning more about Segwang Special City.”
“…Really?”
“Yes. Like I told you, if I want to get a Baekilmong potion machine, going through Director Ho is the most reliable way.”
If I abruptly asked…