Chapter 1: That Door
【Brain Storage Place!】
【This book doesn’t play lottery, virtual currency, stocks, and other real processes, nor does it follow a logical route. It only has a pure SP self-indulgent harem flow, conveniently saving some girls. Hope readers find their place and show mercy.】
“I heard Kim Sae-ron committed suicide.”
“I know, the news is everywhere. How could I not know?”
“So pitiful, only 25 years old, in the prime of youth, and just like that, she committed suicide.”
“What’s there to pity? She brought it on herself. Just like Sulli and Goo Hara before her, they all asked for it.”
“Hey, what nonsense are you spouting? They were victims too, weren’t they?”
“One drunk driving, one leaving the group, one assaulting someone. Isn’t that right?”
“Hasn’t it all been clarified? It’s all because of you dog men.”
“That’s just what you believe. I don’t buy it.”
“Mongrel, take this.”
“Ssi-bal@……&%@”
In the spring of 2025, the streets of Seoul began to recover from the winter chill.
As the morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist and sprinkled onto the earth, the air was filled with a fresh, moist aura, everything seeming to symbolize new life and hope.
But right now, Seoul was stirred up by an actress’s suicide incident, causing a citywide storm.
Normally, an entertainment industry event shouldn’t make such a fuss, but in this country that still clings to strict seniority and national image, it seemed all too natural.
At this moment, Lin Xiuyuan, who had just come out of the service hall, stood on the street, looking at this world completely different from his memories, still finding it hard to adapt.
Because the people on the streets were dressed more fashionably, and the styles of mobile phones, earphones, and glasses were all different from what he remembered.
Thinking of this, he looked around nearby a few times and finally focused his gaze on an internet cafe not far away. He felt his pocket and decided to go online to check out the new world.
Ten-odd minutes later.
Lin Xiuyuan sat in front of a computer, staring intently at the screen scene in front of him, his expression somewhat dazed.
Because there were some recent pieces of information there.
For example:
【Kim Sae-ron’s last public appearance, pale and haggard photo exposed, pressured by Kim Soo-hyun to repay 7 billion in debt.】
【Kim Sae-ron’s family decides to sue! “He made my daughter attempt suicide 6 times in one day”】
【Peninsula’s first deep affection impeachment case unresolved, Korean political situation continues to be turbulent】
【Tara member marries again, Park Hyomin wears wedding dress in photo with husband】
【……】
And this information left Lin Xiuyuan completely baffled. What was going on? What did it mean?
No way, after just a few years, the world had changed so much?
Didn’t Kim Soo-hyun just finish a big hit drama with Han Ga-in? How did he collapse all of a sudden?
The Peninsula’s first deep affection one was even more absurd, making Lin Xiuyuan’s brow twitch. He couldn’t imagine such outrageous behavior from a big shot. Totally abstract.
And Tara’s Park Hyomin surprised him too. Looking further back in that news, he found that Tara’s maknae Park Ji-yeon had also gotten married, even earlier, which shocked him even more.
Because in Lin Xiuyuan’s impression, Park Ji-yeon’s image as a little kid was still somewhat immature.
He never expected that years later, not only had she married, but she was already at the doorstep of divorce. It was truly hard to believe.
But compared to these entertainment infos, those glaring suicide news headlines, marked in bold red font, made Lin Xiuyuan furrow his brows tightly.
Earlier on the road, hearing those people’s discussion, he still had some fluke mentality.
But now, seeing these news and the photos in them, he finally understood the truth.
This made him stare at the news in silence for a long time before slowly opening other news and continuing to browse, his heart still filled with shock.
Among them, one news that made him stop and watch repeatedly was from over a decade ago: 《Girls’ Generation on the verge of disbandment? Jessica leaving the group controversy detailed analysis》.
This news reminded Lin Xiuyuan of the turbulent second generation era not long ago. He hadn’t expected it to end so soon, leaving him lost in thought.
Time flew in the internet cafe until his internet fee ran out, and outside the window, the sun was already setting.
Lin Xiuyuan, getting up and leaving the internet cafe, patted his face to awaken his dazed mind, oriented himself, and following the route from memory, arrived in front of a small building with gray-white concrete exterior walls cut in bamboo patterns and cement retaining walls.
This was a standalone duplex building hidden in the folds of Seoul’s Gangnam District.
The blue light from the smart security system scanned his retina like rippling water, and the heavy cast iron yard gate slowly opened. Kale and moss micro-landscapes planted staggered along the gravel path came into view, and the house lights automatically turned on at that moment.
The automatic irrigation system for the green plants along the yard walls also began to mist in the twilight.
Seeing this beautiful scene for the first time, Lin Xiuyuan couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, “This tech tree has developed a bit fast.”
While speaking, he kept walking and soon entered the house.
Then, sitting on the modular sofa in the spacious living room, looking at the luxurious six-meter-high grand space, he fell into contemplation.
After a good while.
Lin Xiuyuan finally got up from the sofa and walked toward a certain corner of the living room, stopping in front of a very ordinary room door.
He stared intently at the door for a moment, reached out to grasp the handle, and gently pressed to open the room door.
The old brass handle felt cold in his palm. The moment he pushed open the door, the sound of rain poured into his ears.
The pattering torrential rain contrasted extremely with the quiet yard outside this side’s door.
Although it wasn’t the first time seeing such a reversal scene, Lin Xiuyuan still grinned in shock, then stepped across the room door into the inside.
And as the room door fully closed, Lin Xiuyuan returned to this ordinary simple single apartment.
Gazing out the window through the downpour, the neon lights in the rain curtain cast light and shadow on his face.
Sitting back on the sofa, Lin Xiuyuan watched the heavy rain, thinking of the messages he saw at that side’s internet cafe today, and couldn’t help sighing, “Damn, the changes in this future world are really huge.”
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A few days ago.
Lin Xiuyuan was still a young person who had come from China to the peninsula for work due to certain reasons. After a year of hard labor, he finally had a bit of money to rent a place and no longer had to squeeze into youth hostels.
So, through an agent’s introduction, he rented an apartment in that Gangnam District location at an unbelievably low price.
Mainly because the apartment was introduced as a “haunted house,” which deterred most people and kept dropping the rent.
But for Lin Xiuyuan, no matter how haunted, could it be worse than his own “destitute” life?
So he scoffed and signed the contract.
Until that evening when he pushed open the door of the storage room…
The luxurious crystal lamp suddenly pierced his pupils, and the man lying on the Persian carpet made his blood freeze—that side profile was identical to his own.
Even stranger, when he had worn gloves to open and clean earlier, it was still a storage room full of cardboard boxes.
This situation directly scared Lin Xiuyuan badly.
He immediately slammed the room door shut with a “bang.”
The whole person was so frightened he stood frozen in place, clutching the old brass door and panting.
After a long time, Lin Xiuyuan, who had slumped onto the sofa, finally pieced together a new worldview in his brain. Gazing at the room door over there, he murmured softly, “Time-space door?”
Midnight.
After downing a few cans of beer, Lin Xiuyuan, who had stayed in the living room until around 2 a.m., gazed at the storage room not far away.
After a long exhale, he stepped forward without hesitation and opened it.
But the storage room scene appeared again.
Seeing this, he glanced down at the glove on his hand gripping the brass handle, slowly closed the room door, and took off the glove.
The next second, as the metal chill surged into his palm lines, he opened the room door again.
This time it worked.
The mansion and the corpse came into view, no longer the previous storage room.
After a moment of daze, Lin Xiuyuan, to verify his suspicion, put the glove back on.
Sure enough, as long as his skin didn’t directly contact this old brass handle, the door wouldn’t exhibit the time-space door phenomenon—it was just a normal storage room door.
After trying several more times, he derived a rule from the round-trip verification: skin contact triggers shuttling, any barrier fails.
And thinking back to when the agent showed him around and opened the door without issue, it was basically confirmed that this time-space door was bound to him.
Since that’s the case.
Lin Xiuyuan turned his gaze to the figure lying on the ground. With a deep breath, he stepped into this “new world” behind the door, squatted beside the other, and observed.
He had only glanced roughly before, but now carefully examining, this person wasn’t just 80-90% similar—it was 100%, even replicating the crescent scar on his index finger from a childhood knife injury.
To know, Lin Xiuyuan’s scar was from scraping himself with a knife while playing as a kid—normally no one would have the exact same mark.
So this body shattered his worldview again right now.
Could this be a parallel dimension?
And in another time-space, was there really someone completely identical to him?
For some reason, Lin Xiuyuan felt like calling the Ruthless Emperor to tell her there really were two identical green leaves in the world.
With this thought, Lin Xiuyuan reached out to flip the other over, to see exactly what had caused him to collapse here.
But the moment he tremblingly touched “another himself,” a current surged through his body, and he collapsed softly to the ground.
He didn’t know how long passed.
When Lin Xiuyuan woke up again, the original body was gone, leaving him alone in the entire house.
Without time to reflect, Lin Xiuyuan quickly discovered a miraculous phenomenon.
That is, the floaters caused by prolonged eye strain seemed to have disappeared—the white spots from vitreous opacity were completely gone.
The clear world he hadn’t felt since childhood now opened its arms to Lin Xiuyuan once again.
And the acne on his face and some folliculitis were healed; his once protruding little belly had evolved into 8-pack abdominal muscles.
Especially the prominent shark muscles on both sides even without flexing, making Lin Xiuyuan grin.
This physique that others need years of gym training and disciplined diet to achieve, he got just from sleeping.
Slumped on the ground, unable to figure it out after thinking for half a day, Lin Xiuyuan could only attribute it to the self-power of the two time-spaces merging into one.
After this series of worldview-shattering events, he chose to return to his apartment side, planning to sleep well first and let his brain rest.
Then tomorrow, ask his work boss for a few days off to explore the new world.
As for resigning, he’d put it off for now—what if the new world side wasn’t right? He still needed to make a living.
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