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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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“You’re a slime.”
“Excuse me?”
She had me take a body composition analysis.
After studying the results for a while, she finally spoke.
I stared at her, dumbfounded.
She quickly explained,
“Oh, by ‘slime,’ I mean… you know those monsters in games? The ones that look like…”
“I know what a slime is.”
I had expected an apology for calling me a slime, but she seemed to think I wouldn’t understand the reference.
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
My tone must have betrayed my amusement, because she flinched and looked at me nervously.
Did she think I was offended?
That I was going to pull the landlord card?
But I wasn’t that kind of person.
“Oh, you do. Sorry, I was just surprised.”
“It’s okay.”
She pointed to the chart again and began to explain my physical condition.
“I hate to say this, but… you’re basically a slime made of fat.”
“But my leg muscle mass is pretty high, right?”
“That’s because your legs naturally develop muscle from carrying your weight.”
“Oh…”
“If you look at the abdominal circumference chart, this is the normal range, and you’re… well, you’re way above it.”
“I see.”
I hadn’t realized how bad it was until I saw it visualized on the chart. I was a walking, talking blob of fat.
“You also have a lot of visceral fat… do you smoke or drink?”
“I’m quitting both.”
“Yes, I think you should. It won’t be easy, but…”
Actually, it wasn’t difficult at all.
I had poured all the alcohol in the apartment down the toilet and cut up all the cartons of cigarettes.
I had expected withdrawal symptoms, but maybe the dimensional transfer had somehow reset my body, because I hadn’t felt any cravings at all.
“Your long-term goal is, of course…”
“To be healthy.”
So I could live a long life and enjoy my wealth and status.
She pumped her fist in the air.
“Yes! Let’s do our best, boss!”
“Ah, could you maybe call me something other than ‘boss’?”
The term felt too formal, too distant.
“Oh, sorry. Should I call you… ‘landlord’?”
“That’s even worse.”
Was she trying to make fun of me?
She racked her brain for an alternative and her eyes darted around.
I sighed, exasperated.
“Just call me… ‘member.’ I’m just another gym member, after all.”
“Oh, okay. Member-nim.”
This initial consultation was supposed to be a simple assessment, but it was surprisingly exhausting.
Maybe having a purely fitness-focused trainer wasn’t such a good idea.
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“Okay, let’s assess your basic fitness level. We’ll take it easy on your first day.”
“Huff… puff… cough… I just ran on the treadmill for thirty minutes at 8 kilometers per hour! That’s not ‘taking it easy’!”
“Yes! Now you’re warmed up. It’s important to warm up properly to prevent injuries. You should do this every time you come to the gym.”
I was already injured!
My lungs burned.
It felt almost as bad as when Namgung So-yeon had stabbed me.
“I… I need some water.”
“Okay, the water cooler is over there.”
I gulped down several small cups of water, but it barely quenched my thirst.
I was trying to get healthy, but I felt like I was going to die.
When I returned, Ga-ram pointed to a barbell on the floor.
“Do you know how to squat? Let’s try that.”
Here we go.
The dreaded “big three” assessment began.
After what felt like an eternity, she recorded my results on her phone and said cheerfully,
“3 for 100!!”
Was I going to be okay?
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“Argh!”
The sounds of In-ho’s tortured screams echoed through the gym as he ran on the treadmill, trying to recover from the “big three” assessment.
Did he always scream like this while running?
It was fine now, since the gym was empty, but it could be disruptive.
I should probably mention it to him later.
I was glad I hadn’t panicked earlier.
He seemed much nicer than I had initially thought.
He was easy to talk to, especially for someone his age.
It felt like I was talking to a peer, not an older man.
Maybe it was because he was rich?
He probably lived a young, carefree life.
I had initially suspected he was just using the rent as an excuse to hit on me, but I had been wrong.
He seemed genuinely interested in working out…
But what did he mean by wanting the gym to stay open?
Maybe I should ask him when we get to know each other better.
Unless… he was actually interested in me?
No, he could have any woman he wanted.
He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.
Anyway, I was relieved that he wasn’t going to collect rent for a while.
It gave me some breathing room.
If this gym went under, I would be completely screwed.
Things had been rough lately, but today felt different.
Like things were finally looking up.
Okay! Time to repay his kindness!
Where should I start?
First, build up his basic strength and improve his range of motion.
Help him understand the feeling of muscle contraction and relaxation.
Oh!
And the diet!
I needed to create a meal plan.
I finally had a real challenge.
He probably had a busy social life, so it wouldn’t be realistic to drastically change his diet overnight.
I should start by having him eat normally for breakfast and lunch, and then gradually reduce his dinner portions.
Creating workout plans for others was so much fun.
“Okay! Ten more minutes on the treadmill!”
“Argh!”
Oh, he really needed to stop screaming.
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“My ranking…”
A woman in pajamas chewed nervously on her fingernails as she stared at her computer screen.
She was looking at a ranking chart, with her eyes fixated on the top spot.
[Weekly Coin Ranking]
> 1st Place: Jjuyuni (2.1 million coins)
> 2nd Place: Hana (2.02 million coins)
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“I’m in second place?”
Even second place earned her more money in a week than most people made in a month, but she couldn’t bring herself to be positive.
She had always been number one.
Dropping to second felt like the beginning of the end.
“My Vice-Chairman barely donates half as much as my Chairman… sigh…”
There was only one reason for her downfall.
Her top donor, her “Chairman,” had stopped donating.
“Do I really have to… sleep with him?”
She stared at the contact saved as “Sucker” in her KakaoTalk.
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