"Welcome to the world of the smartphone early adopter."

I was in my engineering class.

I was wearing jeans.

I was copying Steven Matthew's style and moves.

Moments like this are what make regressing worth it all over again.

The April general election had ended in a landslide for the Hanguk Freedom Party.

Luckily, the Joint Democratic Party still took 92 seats.

Twelve more than the Joint Democratic Party had won in my last life.

Not that it changed much.

The Hanguk Freedom Party didn't win a majority, but it soon merges with the Pro-Jo Alliance.

The winners who ran as independents join the Hanguk Freedom Party too.

The Hanguk Freedom Party, with its majority and nothing to stop it, goes on to suck the honey out of concessions everywhere, hand in hand with President Choe Byeong-bak.

They raked in illegal money from every direction, making up for the ten years they'd gone without.

The Five Rivers project was already in the works behind the scenes.

Generals who'd gone hungry were lining up to suck the honey out of defense corruption too.

Takeovers of rotten foreign companies—resource diplomacy, they called it—were lined up too.

Most of the public had been taken in by the fantasy of the 747 growth nonsense. (TL Note: "747" was a 2007 campaign pledge: 7 percent annual growth, $40,000 income per person, and the world's seventh-largest economy.)

For Korea, which wasn't a developing country, that growth rate had been impossible from the start.

The myth that real estate never loses catches fire again.

As dollars, yen and euros get printed, liquid capital floods the whole world.

That capital turns into hot money and sends real estate in every country sky-high.

But everyone was drunk on champagne and couldn't think straight.

It wasn't a problem I could solve on my own.

I knew how it all turned out, so I had to live every moment as well as I could.

A life of knowing the truth and having to hold back and bear it anyway.

Maybe that was another destiny of the regressor.

"Senior On Si-eun. Please…