From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

June stood outside of the funeral home, where the free land was. The people inside were busy eating the ritual food and interacting with each other, but June couldn't bring himself to do so. "Sorry, Grandma," he muttered. "I knew you wanted this to be a happy moment, but I can't bring myself to smile with genuineness." Then, he stared up at the sky, which was still glaringly bright. "Would it be better if I joined you there?" he whispered. However, he quickly shook the thought away.

He was already being granted extra time, so June didn't want to take it for granted. He stood there for a few moments, just observing the bright skies, when he felt a presence near him. June frowned and turned his head to the side, only to be met with Dr.

Oh, who appeared like he had a lot on his mind. "There you are," Dr. Oh sighed. "I was wondering where you went." June pursed his lips. "I was just...here." Dr. Oh nodded. "I'm glad," he said.

After that, they were silent for a few minutes before June decided to break it. "Come on," he said. "Just say what you want to say." The doctor scratched the back of his neck. "How do you even know that I want to say something?" "Because you came here," June deadpanned. "You wouldn't come here if you didn't have anything to say." Dr. Oh pursed his lips. "Well, you're right," he sighed. "Hmm," June hummed. "Then, say it." The crazy doctor sheepishly looked at him, causing June to frown. Why was he acting so strange? "Are you sure?" Dr.

Oh asked. "Yes," June deadpanned. "Nothing will shock me more than what happened to Grandma." Dr. Oh awkwardly chuckled. "You're right about that," he said. "I could have stopped it," June continued, his gaze straying far away. "Maybe if I had been there before the heart attack happened, then everything would have been fine. She would still be receiving treatment until now." June redirected his gaze to Dr.

Oh once more, and he found the doctor sweating profusely. "Yeah, yeah," he said, his throat drying up. "However," Dr. Oh quickly added. "I don't think you should blame yourself." "There's no one else to blame," June said. "Chul," Dr. Oh said. "He's the one to blame." "Anyway," he continued, slapping his cheeks in the process. "I'm straying away from my main objective." "What I truly want to say is that you shouldn't blame yourself because it is already written in stone," Dr.

Oh revealed. "What is written in stone?" June asked with a frown. Dr. Oh sighed. "I've been meaning to tell you since the other day, but I fear that you weren't going to take it well." "You're dilly-dallying," June deadpanned. "Just tell me." "Don't resent me for this," he said while awkwardly chuckling.

June frowned. He already knew that Dr. Oh was going to say something important.

He was the acting the same when he revealed June's sickness. "Your grandma's death may not just be attributed to the fact that she had a heart attack," Dr. Oh continued. "Instead, it seems like her body was leading up to her death." "You're still speaking in riddles," June said, feeling impatient. Dr.

Oh sighed. "Your grandmother was dying, June," he revealed. "It seems like she didn't have a lot of time left despite the treatment. In fact, the treatment had made her even weaker." "But...but she was fine!" June exclaimed. "Her last test results revealed that she only had anemia and a mild infection. She was going to be okay!" "That was what I thought, too," Dr.

Oh muttered. "I should have known that there was something wrong when there had been such a massive improvement in her health only after a week." "But, I was wrong. The test results were wrong. And for that, I'm very sorry." "You're not making any sense!" June said, almost screaming. "How could the test results be wrong?" Dr.

Oh pursed his lips, waiting for June to calm down, before looking straight into his eyes. "Because the test result wasn't hers," he revealed, causing June to halt. A moment of silence passed through. "The test results were yours." June felt like he was being transported to another dimension. "What...did you just say?" June asked in disbelief. Dr.

Oh sighed before running his fingers through his hair, making his white hair messy. "You see, we check Grandma's blood work every week, and she had been showing signs of deterioration. So, I decided to conduct a deeper, more comprehensive test the week after." "Similar to the one you've done," Dr. Oh continued. "We gathered her samples the same day as you, and we also sent in your names to the special laboratory in Germany on the same day." "They have cutting-edge technology that is truly like no other." "However, it seems like their service fucking sucks, and they mixed your names up." June felt like he was being pranked. "Where's the hidden camera?" June asked, looking around. "You know, this is not a good joke, Dr.

Oh," he said. "This is not a joke," Dr. Oh seriously said. "I wish it was." "Wait, I actually don't wish that. It's great that your results have been mixed up.

Wait, no! It would have been better if your results didn't get mixed up in the first place and you knew that Grandma Areum was going to die soon. That sounds wrong," he muttered. "Anyway!" he loudly exclaimed. "That was what happened." "Then, on the night of Grandma's death, I received an email from the German laboratory about their mistake.

I didn't know what to do since you looked so dejected, so I kept it to myself until now." "That laboratory, I tell you! I'll really sue them. They can't even do simple labeling right," he ranted.

However, June didn't pay attention to him and continued analyzing the implications of the switch-up. "So, this means that Grandma was the one with the limited time—the one who was most likely to die by the end of June," Dr. Oh revealed. "And you, June..." he said, placing his hand on June's shoulder. "...are not going to die anytime soon."