Chapter 002
“Huh? A dream?”
Seongmin’s consciousness suddenly returned.
Before his eyes stretched nothing but a pure, blinding white space.
Little by little, he began to slowly grasp his situation.
‘So… I really am dead?’
A faint memory surfaced—of being beaten by Junho until his vision blurred and consciousness faded.
At that moment, a being that hadn’t been there before appeared right in front of him.
Seongmin flinched back in surprise.
But the being—an old man dressed all in white—seemed to be smiling gently as he looked at Seongmin.
Then, slowly, he spoke.
“A guy born with the qualities of a great wizard, yet all he’s accumulated in life is resentment.”
“Huh? Great wizard…?”
Even after dying, Seongmin couldn’t help but feel pity for the life he’d lived.
All he’d ever done was study—nothing else had been accomplished.
He had always believed a bright future was just within reach.
Yet that future had never once come into his grasp.
Meanwhile, that bastard Junho—who never seemed to put in any real effort—had always lived like a winner.
And the woman who was supposed to become Seongmin’s wife had ended up with him too.
The image of the two of them entangled on the bed flashed through his mind, and rage surged up again.
“Heh heh heh… Poor little cock, spending its whole life just pissing—how could resentment not build up…?”
The old man’s gaze drifted down toward Seongmin’s pitiful member. Seongmin instinctively covered it with his hands and protested.
“What the hell are you even saying? Spending its whole life just pissing…?”
He wanted to argue more, but… it was all true.
So he couldn’t refute it any further.
Truth be told, Seongmin had wanted to have sex with a woman too.
But studying had always come first.
And he had convinced himself that once he married Jisoo soon, he’d finally get to enjoy it as much as he wanted.
Then, as if reading his mind, the old man spoke.
“You thought that once you got married, you’d be able to have sex to your heart’s content?”
“Huh? Isn’t that obvious?”
“Hahaha… Those born with the destiny of a great wizard always think that way.”
“Th-then… it’s not?”
“There are times when reason seems to overcome instinct and achieve higher enlightenment. Especially people with outstanding talent like you—they try even harder to suppress their instincts. But that very thing… is exactly what the devil is aiming for.”
Seongmin couldn’t fully understand the old man’s words.
But somehow, he vaguely sensed what it meant.
“Instinct is the greatest gift God has given humanity. Only by using it properly can humans take one step closer to God’s side. That’s why the devil whispers that instinct is sin.”
“I don’t really get it. And anyway, I’m already dead—what’s the point of saying this now?”
Seongmin spoke with a resigned expression.
Then the white-clad old man addressed him again.
“I’ll give you a chance to resolve that resentment of yours. Would you like to go wild and enjoy yourself to the fullest?”
“I-I don’t have any resentment, though?”
“But that cock of yours seems to be overflowing with it. A magic club that’s been suppressing instinct its whole life, only ever letting out piss.”
“Magic… club…?”
“I’ll unseal that magic club for you. Go ahead—swing it as much as you like.”
“Huh? Unseal? What does that even…”
When the white old man smirked, it somehow felt like he was mocking him.
But Seongmin couldn’t argue back; he just lowered his head.
When he looked up again, the old man’s figure was already faintly fading.
Not just the old man—the entire white space was slowly beginning to dissolve.
“Uh…”
“Instinct is not sin. Why do you think the devil goes so far—giving wisdom even to capable ones like you—just to block instinct?”
“That’s…”
But by then, the old man had completely vanished.
His final voice echoed faintly through the emptiness like a lingering reverberation.
“Find the meaning of it. The meaning behind the blessing of instinct that God granted to humanity.”
***
“Huh?”
Seongmin snapped awake with a jolt, as if someone had splashed cold water on him.
For a moment his mind was a chaotic mess.
It felt like he’d had an incredibly long dream, yet in an instant he was fully conscious again.
He jerked in surprise and looked around.
‘The library?’
It was the reading room of the university library—the very spot he used to claim every day back in school.
‘Come to think of it, exams are coming up soon… But what was that weird dream? “Poor little cock”…?’
Exams were just around the corner.
That’s why lately he’d been coming to the library early every morning to study.
Today was the weekend, but he remembered coming to the library early to study.
Yet somehow, he couldn’t shake this strange, lingering feeling.
‘But I definitely saw that bastard Junho…’
The image of Junho doing that with his fiancée-to-be flashed vividly in his mind.
And then he’d been beaten by Junho until he lost consciousness.
After that, incomprehensible things had happened.
But whether it had all been a dream or reality—he couldn’t tell the difference.
It remained only as hazy, dreamlike memories in his head.
Yet the recollections of graduating, working at a company, and meeting Jisoo while in the legal department were all coming back just as clearly.
They were far too vivid to dismiss as mere dreams.
And at the very edge of those memories, certain scenes floated up.
“This is… ridiculous…”
He had definitely died.
Beaten by Junho, he’d hit the back of his head on the sharp edge of a table and died.
Only now did that fact crystallize with absolute certainty.
In that instant, the quiet library patrons all turned to stare at Seongmin in surprise.
Realizing his mistake, Seongmin flinched and quickly bowed his head slightly in apology.
Then, trying to act as natural as possible, he headed toward the restroom.
Splash—
Seongmin splashed cold water on his face.
But the memories only grew sharper.
“What the hell is going on? Was it really not just a dream?”
In that dream, there had been an old man who said he would give him another chance.
The old man had claimed to be God.
Seongmin shook his head vigorously.
“To think I’d have such a bizarre dream… What nonsense…”
He let out a deep sigh and walked over to the urinal, unzipping his pants.
Then, as he reached down to pull out his member to relieve himself—
“That damn old geezer… calling it a ‘pitiful little cock’…”
But something felt off.
The thin, lightweight thing that had only ever been used for pissing—it felt completely different now.
“Wh-what the…?”
A heavy, substantial weight now hung where the slender member used to be.
Through the open zipper, a thick, hefty shaft peeked out.
Whoosh—
A powerful stream of urine shot out into the urinal—stronger and more forceful than anything he’d ever experienced.
Had his cock ever produced such a vigorous jet in his entire life?
Thinking back… the old man had been right. All his life, it really had only ever been used to piss.
“Poor guy…”
Seongmin stared blankly down at his transformed member.
Then the old man’s words echoed again in his mind.
‘That old man… said something about unsealing the “pitiful cock” or whatever…’
He still wasn’t entirely clear on what the “magic club” was supposed to mean.
But the member now unleashing such a fierce stream was clearly no longer “pitiful.”
“It… it really wasn’t a dream… I’ve gone back in time…?”
Having confirmed the reality of this “magic club” in the restroom, Seongmin was in no state to keep studying.
What he’d thought was a dream was clearly something far more real.
Even though he wasn’t erect, the prominent bulge of the magic club strained noticeably against the front of his pants.
He quickly grabbed his bag and hurried out.
“Hey? Seongmin?”
Someone called his name—it was Yeonsoo sunbae, a senior he often saw at the library.
“Sunbae?”
Seongmin recognized her immediately.
Back in school, she had been one of the very few people he could call a real friend.
Later, after she got married, they’d lost touch.
Yet this morning he had seen her like normal—while in another set of memories, he hadn’t seen her face in years.
Which set of memories was real? He couldn’t get his head straight.
Yeonsoo looked at him curiously.
“You’re leaving already?”
Seongmin knew he only ever left the library after it closed.
No one had ever heard him say he was going anywhere else.
“Ah! Yeah, I’m heading home a bit early today.”
“Haha, so there are days when you finish studying early.”
The conversation with Yeonsoo sunbae felt awkwardly stilted.
Then he noticed her gaze drifting downward—toward his pants.
Only then did it hit him.
These pants were clearly too tight to conceal the magic club properly.
It felt even more constricted and uncomfortable now.
And he could feel Yeonsoo sunbae quickly averting her eyes after glancing at it.
‘Shit… this is driving me crazy.’
Seongmin hurriedly held his bag in front to cover himself, but the embarrassment wouldn’t go away.
Yet at the same time… a strange thrill ran through him at the thought that a woman had reacted to his member.
It was the first time since childhood that a girl had looked at it.
Perhaps because of that thought, the magic club—already squeezed tight and rubbing against the fabric—began to swell slightly.
The image of Jisoo—covered in Junho’s semen—kept flashing through his mind unbidden.
‘Damn it! No… stop…’
He never imagined he’d get hard just looking at Yeonsoo sunbae in front of the library.
For the old Seongmin, something like this would have been unthinkable.
The mere fact that he’d had such impure thoughts about her made him feel guilty.
And right then, a strange ringing sound echoed in his ears.
Ding!
[The Great Wizard’s Insight has been activated.]
His “magic club” had already suddenly grown huge, making everything uncomfortable enough.
Now he was even hearing weird auditory hallucinations—he felt a chill of fear.
For now, the priority was to get out of here.
Seongmin twisted his body awkwardly and bowed to Yeonsoo sunbae.
“I-I’ll head out first.”
“Huh? Oh… yeah, sure…”
He practically fled from the library building.
Only once outside did he finally take a proper look around—at the library and the surrounding scenery.
It was familiar… yet strangely unfamiliar.
“Was it all really just a dream? Or… did I actually regress to the past?”
No matter how much he thought about it, the situation made no sense.
By now his pants were bulging so much it looked like they might burst.
Clothes that had never felt uncomfortable before now felt unbearably tight.
Seongmin carefully covered himself with his bag and took the bus straight home.
Fortunately, his parents—who both worked—weren’t home yet.
He quickly changed into a looser pair of training pants.
The bulge was still noticeable, but at least it no longer felt suffocatingly cramped.
Only then did he pull down the waistband in the bathroom to take a real look.
There it was—an imposingly thick, solid club that looked nothing like before.
‘Not even erect and it’s already this big… What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing…’
As that thought crossed his mind, the old man’s mocking voice seemed to echo again.
‘Pitiful little cock… that crazy old geezer.’
Seongmin frowned, but what hurt more was that the old man had been right.
If things continued as before, he would study like crazy, pass the bar exam, become a lawyer at a major corporation.
Socially speaking, his success was practically guaranteed.
But just like the old man said—his cock would remain nothing more than a tool for pissing.
And in that life, Jisoo would still end up stolen by Junho.
Remembering his previous life, he couldn’t help but shake his head.
Yet it was still hard to believe.
‘I definitely died… and I’ve clearly come back…’
The massive club right in front of him was living proof.
If he had truly been given a second life, he had no intention of living the same way again.
Above all, his head was already filled with an enormous amount of knowledge.
The memories of his previous life were etched in with unnatural clarity.
Having accumulated real-world experience in the legal department, passing the bar exam was no longer something to worry about.
He didn’t need to obsessively study like a madman anymore.
Most importantly—he refused to live that pitiful life again.
‘I won’t let you end up just pissing and dying like before.’
Seongmin muttered a vow toward his own member.
That said, he still had no clear idea of what exactly he should do.
But the desire to live buried only in books had completely vanished.
‘Leaving something this impressive neglected would be a sin… but how the hell am I supposed to use it…?’
He wanted to change his life, yet he had no experience doing anything like this.
So he felt somewhat lost and directionless.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
‘Classmates?’
The message was from none other than Junho.
The instant he saw that name, the image resurfaced—Junho’s cock plunging into Jisoo.
The way it had glistened with her fluids made rage surge up again.
But he quickly calmed himself.
‘Don’t get worked up over some tiny little noodle that’s way smaller than mine now.’
Anyway, he hadn’t even met Jisoo yet in this timeline.
So the event of Junho stealing her hadn’t happened.
There was no need to get angry prematurely.
Above all, the reassuring weight of his new magic club was boosting his confidence tremendously.
“But… a class reunion, huh.”
He knew that their graduated classmates sometimes held gatherings.
But he had never been particularly close to them, and above all, he had always seen such meetups as a waste of time.
Investing in his future was more important than drinking and chatting.
So he had never once attended.
This time, though, was different.
In this life, he wanted to live differently—to actually enjoy himself.
“Attending.”
Seongmin replied with that single short message.
A moment later, a flood of surprised texts poured in from his classmates.