I PICKED UP A CHILD IN A DUMPSTER Chapter 56: The Girl Who Fell Before the World Changed (II)

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The spinning circle felt unusually dramatic— like the universe itself was thinking carefully about her fate

Thug, thug.

Seorin’s heart was beating fast. So fast!

Search results appeared.

Cold.

Direct.

RCILESS...

At the very top, in bold letters that felt way too confident for sothing written on the internet: "YES. HEAD INJURIES MAY CAUSE..."

Seorin leaned closer to the screen, eyes trembling.

And then she read the list.

Small pox.

Chicken pox.

Regular pox.

Ultra pox.

Legendary mythic pox.

Limited-edition seasonal pox.

Sudden cough.

Permanent cough.

Temporary permanent cough.

Cough that only appears during emotional monts.

Cough with dramatic background music.

mory loss.

Hair loss.

Eyebrow loss.

Dignity loss.

Wi-Fi signal loss.

5G signal betrayal.

Battery at 1% forever syndro.

Cancer.

Double cancer.

Triple emotional damage cancer.

Critical hit emotional damage.

Bone cancer.

Existence questioning emotional damage.

Instant fainting.

Delayed fainting.

Lagging fainting (buffering... buffering...) •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

Fainting but still conscious enough to regret life.

Existential crisis.

Spontaneous sadness.

Sudden realization at 3AM.

Rembering embarrassing mont from 7 years ago.

Cringe flashback paralysis.

Bone pain.

Bone sadness.

Bone disappointnt.

Bones deciding to retire early.

BONE CANCER.

Snack disappearance syndro.

Fridge betrayal disorder.

Favorite food suddenly tastes mid disease.

Water bottle empty when most needed curse.

Step on LEGO barefoot curse.

Phone falling directly on face catastrophe.

Typing long ssage then accidentally deleting it tragedy.

Seen zoned terminal illness.

Left on read fatal condition.

And the most dangerous of all...

Howork still not finished syndro.

Oh...

And... death within 1 minute.

"...Ah..." Seorin’s lips parted.

"...Ah..."

Her pupils shook like unstable cara footage.

"...I’m... dead..." she whispered.

Then suddenly—

"I’M DEAD!!!! (ᗒᗩᗕ)!!!!!"

She jumped out of the chair so fast it nearly rolled backward in betrayal.

Panic level, which was already high, sohow leveled up again.

Without thinking, she sprinted toward her bedroom door, flung it open, and ran down the stairs like a dramatic slow-motion scene— except nothing was slow, and everything was extrely chaotic.

"I-I-I’M GONNA DIE!!! .·´¯(>▂