Personality Broken Hero

72 – Episode 72

It’s been a month since I lived in a space presumed to be a secret government bunker.

As if I could never release my restraints until the results of my mental evaluation came out, I cut off the clothes I was wearing with scissors and gave me a sponge bath. I was able to pass it on, comforting myself that I was fortunate just to be able to do it.

On top of the thick explosive wire rope, I got clothes that were loose enough even for my huge body and put them on.

It’s usually difficult to find clothes because of his huge body of 2m 13cm, but I laughed thinking that he would have searched the Internet to find such clothes from an information organization.

As a result of intensive mental and memory analysis for a month, fortunately, no dangerous mental manipulation was found.

Perhaps the government might have thought that it could have been manipulated into committing an unexpected massacre or sudden action, and the tedious task of constantly contrasting trivial memories with common sense was meticulously carried out for a month to the point where I wondered if I even asked such a thing.

The task of recombining memories based on my revealed activities or collating common sense that I have was carried out exclusively by the Information Department, and I felt that they were giving me the utmost consideration during this task.

I vaguely thought that the intelligence department was only interested in espionage warfare or national interests, and would be arrogant and overbearing, but I could feel that they were very considerate of me.

Of course, it may be that I am grateful for a little bit of convenience while I am still incarcerated and confined, but I did not know that I would ask for my opinion even on every single meal while living in such an arrest and confinement.

Naturally, I thought that I would eat what I was given like a person imprisoned in prison, but considering that I couldn’t exercise while incarcerated, I decided to target the general public instead of the original protein-oriented diet and the ultra-high calorie booster that people with body strengthening skills often consume. It felt like my prejudice was neutralized a little by seeing them meticulously taking care of nutritional supplements on a similar diet.

Thanks to such trivial considerations, I was able to relieve my anxiety of not knowing when I would be killed, and cooperate with psychoanalysis and recovery as much as possible.

What’s more, I know that I am a high-class person who is very busy when it comes to intelligence agents, but two people dedicated to me helped me with analysis and evaluation work, and resolved my discomfort as much as possible within the guidelines they set.

I was surprised that the treatment was better than I thought, considering that my return would be treated well simply because it would serve the national interest.

At the beginning of my life in confinement, I had anxiety about whether I was trying to reassure myself before I was killed, but my thoughts changed as time passed.

At first, he didn’t give me any information, but after about a week of confinement, he gradually told me about the incident.

Her memories of Seoah Han were mostly of her having huge breasts, so she naturally spyed on them, she doesn’t even remember their first meeting, and she vaguely remembers looking at her breasts during a job interview. All I could remember was watching carefully.

I put her breasts behind and thought about it seriously, but it was unclear how her memory was wrong or when I started vigilantism.

If I met Seo-ah Han while doing vigilante activities, it was thanks to Seo-ah Han that things worked out and I survived, and if it wasn’t that, if the reason I started vigilante activities was because of Seo-ah Han, I’m angry because I got caught up in an unfair way. I did, but I didn’t have any memories to base my anger on, so I didn’t even get angry.

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During the process of psychoanalysis and analysis, there were questions that seemed to suspect that I had committed vigilante activism, but without making up lies, it seemed that doubts were dismissed because even I sincerely did not know if I had committed it.

After passing the questions related to vigilante activities that could easily have been dangerous, I started to think a lot about vigilante activities.

Realistically, it is clear that there will be surveillance even after being released, so it is impossible to do vigilante activities now, and I don’t know if I started vigilante activities because I wanted to.

When I imagined that I was still doing vigilante activities, I didn’t feel reluctant to engage in vigilante activities, but I didn’t feel that I had to do them.

After being arrested and imprisoned for a month, I was able to feel the value of freedom desperately, but now, if I ever get freedom again, I just want to lead a smooth life as a hero.

I never wanted to live with anxiety in my heart again.

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After a period of one month, the people in charge of my mental state judged that I was not in danger, and finally the vicious explosive wire rope that had never fallen from my body for a month was released and I regained some freedom. There was.

I still can’t go back to my home on my own, and I have to live in a facility, but just getting out of the secret bunker and basking in the sunlight and breathing in the fresh air made me feel a different place.

In the end, the case was concluded, saying that what happened during the mind manipulation would be left unresolved.

It was decided to return to my activities after completing psychological treatment with the consensus of the head of the government and the Hero Association, and it was judged that there was no possibility of any undiscovered mental manipulation.

The special investigation team that was investigating the vigilante activities was provided with the video recorded during my psychoanalysis and psychotherapy process, and the investigation was finished because of the confused look of Nikolai with a sincere response and the subject of the mind manipulation that had already been shot. I did.

Most of my assets seized by Han Seo-ah were recovered by the government and returned to me, but not all funds were recovered.

She informed me that the funds that Jin also thought he had lost because of Zcoin were missing, and that he was presumed to have hidden them before they started living together, probably using an unknown device.

Maybe I won’t be able to find the money, but I thought it was money that I lost anyway, so I felt less regret than I thought.

I’m just glad that I survived this incident.

In fact, Seo Ah Han was killed on the spot, and when I think of the super high-ranking heroes and military units who flocked to her during my persuasion operation, I still feel cold.

I wonder if it would have been difficult for me to save my life if something trivial went wrong.

After several weeks of unrestrained psychoanalysis and psychotherapy, outside contact was finally allowed.

The first person to apply for a visit was Mr. Seung-hee, and he was so excited that he was talking to a real acquaintance for the first time in a long time, so much so that he couldn’t sleep the night before the visit.

I was waiting in the meeting room, when the door opened and I saw Seung-hee wearing a suit.

“Nikolai!”

I got up from the chair I was sitting in, and I was a little embarrassed by Seunghee hugging me as soon as she saw me.

I was embarrassed by the hospitality of Mr. Seung-hee, whom I met again after almost two months, but I didn’t know what to do with my breasts touching my body.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you, Nikolai?”

I was moved by the fact that there is someone who values me so much.

I was a bit embarrassed because Seunghee was still hugging me tightly, but I answered happily.

“Seunghee. I missed you too.”

After hearing my answer, Mr. Seung-hee finally got away from me and started talking.

“Nikolai. A month and a half isn’t that long, but I was worried a lot during that time.”

It seems that Mr. Seung-hee was very worried because he had not been able to confirm my survival.

“And I definitely realized it. It’s not safe to leave Nikolai alone. Now I have to see it every day, but I can feel relieved.”

Even if I return to the response team, there are not many cases where my working hours overlap, so I thought that I wouldn’t see them every day, but I took it as a sign that they thought of me that much.

Seunghee smiled at me, who still didn’t notice, and pinched my cheek slightly.

“Really, I don’t care…!”

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“Let’s date from now on! Now that I live without Nikolai, I made up my mind to make sure.”

The corner of my mouth naturally rose at the unexpected remark, and I covered my mouth with my hand without realizing it.

‘What is it? It’s not a joke or hidden camera, right?’

I still couldn’t believe the situation, so I looked at me with a bewildered expression.

I saw Seunghee’s face approaching and closed my eyes.

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Trying to calm down his beating heart, he cautiously hugged Seunghee and kissed her.

After the kiss, I was still in a daze, but Seunghee said with a blushing face.

“I’m so glad I did.”

“What are you happy about?”

“If you refused, I was going to fight with Nicola, but I’m glad you didn’t.”

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Laughter leaked out at Seunghee’s joke.

“I’m so glad Nikolai is alive. Nikolai can’t imagine how worried she really was. It was really… dangerous.”

Even after the operation went smoothly, I heard that it was difficult because they couldn’t confirm whether I was alive or not, and as we talked about miscellaneous things, the visitation time ended before I knew it.

While I was in confinement, it was difficult because time went by so quickly, but for the first time, it felt like time passed quickly.

After the visit, Seung-hee made a final declaration and left.

“From now on, I will take care not to suffer from mental manipulation, so I know that. When I return, I will never leave you alone.”

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“What? f*ck. I thought you were having a f*cking hard life, but what’s wrong with your expression?”

Senior Ham Jae-won, who came the next day, said something as soon as he saw my smile.

“Hey! Do you know how worried I was? This baby, I’m almost lagging and being dragged to the slaughterhouse, so I was worried that I was doing a hard life.

I was rather happy to see the senior who treated me comfortably like before.

“It’s because I’m glad you came.”

“f*cking gross? This bastard I told you not to say that! I’m in my late 20s and don’t have a girlfriend, so if you say that, you’re like that.”

“Are you ignoring all the mothers in the world? There are a lot of single mothers in their 30s, are you driving them all to be gay?”

“What? 30’S? There’s no way someone like that exists. How can a heteros*xual man be a mother until he is in his 30s?”

In the past, I would have been hit by a married man’s cruel remarks, but not anymore.

I spent time laughing at the senior’s words and listening to the current situation of the response team.

The next person to come was McCoy, and as soon as he met him, he bumped his fists to greet him, assuming that he was not from a foreign country, and joked that it was fortunate that the exploding wire rope did not malfunction.

I ended the meeting by saying, “Let’s try another cool technology idea later,” And some heroes I had a small but close relationship with, as well as my colleagues from the response team, came to check on my safety.