112 – Kang Hyeon-woo
Even if he was called a gangster, nothing much happened.
No, something happened, but I should say that I didn’t feel much resistance.
Just go to the guys who borrow money and don’t pay them back and threaten them, and if there are guys who are hostile, fight and win.
That’s how they expand their power and that’s how they make money.
When he was the youngest, the boy was finally able to break away from being the youngest by winning a 1-10 legend against another faction he had met for the first time.
“-This is such a fortune, such a fortune! Nin, from now on, you are not the youngest, but the leader. You bastard! “You have succeeded!”
Is it because fighting has been my life since childhood? Or maybe it was because he was bigger than his peers.
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In many ways, my job was like a calling. After a year of working, I received recognition from others for the first time, and my brother immediately promoted me to the position of action leader.
Of course, others could have been jealous, but what could they do? My other older brothers, who could be called seniors, got stabbed and ran away, and it was I who saved the rest of my family.
Anyway – It was a time when others were struggling to take the college entrance exam or find a job.
December 31st, one day left before becoming an adult. As the youngest child, I achieved unprecedented success as an action leader, and just like that, the boy became a young man.
At that time, all debt was gone. There was still money to repay, but his brother laughed and grabbed the certificate and tore it up, so it was nothing. Trust between family members or something? Anyway, I remember feeling so good at that time.
Once the debt was gone and several tasks were completed, a + was added to the bank account for the first time, and the fact that he used the excuse of screaming at the sight of the amount to become a snack for his subordinates for a year can be said to be a dark story.
-Hey. You look handsome. Maybe better than now?
“Shut up.”
I had money now, my face wasn’t that ugly to be honest, and my body had been strengthened through fighting and exercising, so my muscles had grown nicely. Plus, he has a job as a gangster.
As soon as he became an adult, prostitutes started clinging to him, but the young man just clicked his tongue and got rid of the b*tches right in front of his eyes.
“Nin, why do you have no desire for women? “Are you gay?”
His older brother clicked his tongue when he saw that, but the young man shook his head, saying it was an instinctive rejection.
There were negative feelings about buying and selling s*x, and with the things happening in these back alleys, the chances of getting proper contraception were few and far between.
Memories of my childhood as an orphan. I promise that I will not allow another child like me to arise.
If I think about it now, the young man must have felt such a strong sense of rejection because he had not yet completely escaped the memories of when he was a child.
“Well, even if it’s not my place to interfere- then it’s okay. “You bastard.”
Marriage takes a backseat. Affection that cannot be properly taken care of is just a luxury. Now I could be satisfied as long as I could make more money.
This life of living with his new family, including his older brother, was more precious to him than anything else.
No matter what they do, even if someone sees them as dirty – family is truly a warm being, and the people who are on my side are warm people.
This was the third truth he realized in his life, and because the young man was satisfied with this life, he did not need to turn his attention to anything else.
“…You’re not really gay, are you? f*ck. “Don’t look at me like that!”
Of course, my brother was disgusted when he heard that, but we both just laughed out loud because it was a joke, but anyway.
If he lives like this, wouldn’t he be living a life he doesn’t envy anymore – he thought, and a smile gradually began to bloom on his face.
-I was happy back then. But – happiness doesn’t last long.
As the saying goes, happiness did not last long.
“No, why? “If this goes well, our lives will flourish?”
Did you say that greed begets greed? The young man was satisfied with his life right now, but his older brother was not. Or maybe it was worse because his business skills were good.
My older brother, who started out at a criminal investigation office and continued to save money through metallurgy, expanded his business.
First, the number of stores increased, then the number of businesses increased, then the gambling halls, and then the clubs.
“-If we have this, our lives won’t be like those of millionaires over there! You said you wanted to make money every day! “In the end, it is only possible to feed our family if we have money?!”
Next, in a way, it naturally leads to drugs.
A race that you run even though you know the end will be hell. A family rushing down the path of destruction in pursuit of greater wealth.
At first the young man tried to stop it, but he had no power.
No, more accurately, there was power. As he got older, he grew even more, and now that he had gained strength, wealth, and even power – he could have stopped his brother even by choosing the word betrayal.
But he didn’t do that. He could say he couldn’t do it accurately.
“Your Majesty will get better. Shouldn’t that be blocked? Anyway, this is a bit-“
What did I tell my family who was with me from the beginning, that I couldn’t betray my family no matter what?
I don’t know what’s inside. What I was doing originally started out as a dirty thug, but I might have just passed it over because I was wondering what to complain about now.
But in a corner of his heart, he probably felt even more strongly that he did not want to confront his older brother. It was the first family name he got, and it was loyalty to the person who gave him his name and life.
-Choices are fleeting, but the consequences follow them forever.
The satisfying life that seemed like it would last forever was ruined in just four years.
Humans live under a country and live according to the laws set by the country.
And we, who were walking the tightrope of the law, ended up crossing that line.
“Brother. “Brother, please run away.”
“Ai, not many people know your face anyway. Just trust me and go!”
The police arrived and numerous family members were arrested.
I survived among them. Thanks to the sacrifices of my family, I was able to escape from there, and I ran away to a remote corner of the countryside that I had prepared just in case.
Inside the quiet mansion, I closed my eyes and just watched the news of my brother and family’s arrest coming from the TV.
On that day, the young man lost the warmth of his family without being able to atone for his sins, and thus realized his fourth truth.
In this world, money and power are everything, but even that is not allowed to those who cross the line.
In the end, no matter what happens, the person who did something bad will be punished.
Perhaps that day, even though the young man was an adult, he may have finally come to his senses.
-……
“Why are you suddenly silent?”
-No, it’s just… Does this also apply to us?
“I guess so. “After all, he is a villain.”
I lived a fairly peaceful life in my refuge.
Of course, since he was a young man who abandoned his entire family and ran away alone, a feeling of guilt rose in a corner of his heart, but despite this, he was peaceful, if not peaceful.
Has it been said that those who have nothing to lose will be liberated?
The money she had saved all her life was raided without even a chance to launder it, so she was only able to keep a small amount of cash, and the handful of warmth she had finally found was lost inside the prison.
In a place where he had settled down in a state of semi-liberation, the young man began to live stubbornly as if he was possessed by something.
Do manual labor, farm, and sometimes work in a factory. When he thought about it now, he kept running without a break.
Because his face was known, he wore a mask every time, and because he almost got caught every time, he couldn’t even go outside on his own two feet and moved in his car – but he still moved somehow.
What would it have been like if he had stopped his brother at that time, or what if he had noticed something a bit strange and left the organization with the kids?
Maybe he just let go of a choice that was already gone and just rolled over without any time to regret it.
Until he was twenty-seven, the young man continued to run with no end in sight.
Kkii Iik-
The day it rained. The moment I entered a convenience store to buy cigarettes, a car ran into a young child I saw on the street.
Why did he rush at that child? Why did he get hit by a car instead of a child – I still don’t know.
Could it be because the child’s clothes were the same shabby clothes he wore as a child? I realized then that the orphan recognized the orphan, but I still couldn’t remember why I saved the child and got hit by a car instead.
Maybe it was because the childhood of that child and the young man were similar. He saves a child, and that child could live a different life than mine. It could have been truly rewarding if he used the life of a trash person like himself to save possibilities.
Anyway – that’s how he lost his leg.
After going to the hospital and being diagnosed with a crippled leg, he borrowed one of his crutches, got out, and headed home, and so the young man returned to his refuge.
It might not have been a bad scenario to completely lose consciousness there, be taken to the emergency room, and then be found out and end up in jail. If you think he paid for his sins with that, he wasn’t all that bad.
However, his lively face depicted in the montage and his dull and lifeless face due to age and various other factors did not resemble each other at all.
He didn’t suspect that the good man who saved the child and got hit by a car when he already had other fake IDs was a criminal, and so he got life again – but living wasn’t living.
Since he was no longer able to work in a factory or do manual labor, he had no choice but to stay in his room. As a result, his mind became increasingly clouded and he lived a life consumed by alcohol and cigarettes.
There was nothing I could do, so the only things I turned to were novels and games. So he locked himself in a corner of his room and began to become a waste.
For a whopping six years, he lived that kind of life.
A young man in his mid-20s until he reaches his early 30s. What the young man fell in love with was a supernatural game.
It wasn’t my taste. But I kept playing.
A story about a boy with telekinetic powers who saves the world. Perhaps the game was called trash by others because many heroines and main characters died in a world without dreams or hope.
But for a young man, it was a game that really touched him.
The world without dreams or hope was the same here and there.
It was the same in this world too, with people around me dying or getting hurt, but-
Because the process and ending that the protagonist and I faced were so different.
The main character lived without dreams or hope in a sh*tty world, but stubbornly persevered and became a hero, and eventually met a happy ending.
I lived without dreams or hope in the same crappy world, but after stubbornly persevering, I became a villain, and in the end, I met a bad ending that was no different from the worst.
In a way, he may have harbored feelings of admiration for a boy who walked a different path than himself in a landscape similar to reality.
Anyway.
Life repeated itself like that.
In a room full of trash. In a dark room, there is only one lighted monitor, and a young man sits in front of it, holding the keyboard and mouse.
Catch a monster, level up, become stronger, and then catch another monster.
In the end, after continuing to get stronger, you finally defeat the boss monster, and then move on to the next chapter.
The game ends with characters smiling after finally defeating the final boss, the word “Happy Ending” Appears in the final scene, and the ending credits continue to roll up along with a black screen.
And then, after waiting for it to reach the end and staring blankly, the young man starts the nth round again.
Days that repeat again and again, but never end. But is it really necessary to change it? If you ask me, it’s a daily life that makes you shake your head.
Even if he broke this routine and went outside, there wasn’t much he could do.
As the young man waited for the end, he just repeated living like a useless person.
-What happens after that?
After that? Is there anything to complain about? After living like that and passing out, I was possessed.
-Is this really the end?
“Then what’s the difference?”
I glared at the young man’s ruined face and turned his head in annoyance.
“Umm… Do you really think that’s the end?”
“Isn’t it whispering in your head like the narration from earlier? No, why am I watching this in the first place?”
The woman there was none other than Dream Eater.
The villain, who is clearly supposed to be running around outside killing me, is somehow sitting next to me, chewing popcorn and revealing my past.
“Hmm. Wasn’t there something like that? And this is the story of your past recreated in a dream I created-“
“Don’t I know that? “Why are you looking at the past of a child who has already failed and is left behind?”
She succeeded in killing me, so now her goal has been achieved. But why do you keep bringing up other people’s past and looking at it so leisurely?
“hehehehe.”
“f*ck.”
“Hey, don’t do that, look at that.”
I tried to get angry and argue with her, but for some reason she raised her finger and pointed somewhere else with her serious face.
“You might be able to see things here that you don’t know, right?”
“There’s no way I don’t know about my past-“
There’s no way she doesn’t know about her past, right? Thinking that and getting annoyed at her, I turned her head towards the scene from her past that she was pointing at –
“…Huh?”
“Look at this.”
It hardened as is.
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“-You didn’t know, right?”
I clearly fainted when I saw the screen, and then the young man who must have been possessed – me in the past.
“Excuse me? “Is anyone inside?”
“…Are you here?”
But what does that memory that is not in my memory mean?
“Hey, are you going to come out because you’re so damned! Open the door! Hyunwoo Kang! I came here because I knew it was here! “It’s the police!”
At first, the voice was only gently knocking on the door, but it gradually became more violent, and now it started banging and shouting as if it were going to break down the door.
“You lived a long time. f*ck… How will I see my brothers and kids from now on?”
And the young man who was just listening to that, while mocking himself, opened the drawer and took out something.
Boom! Thud! Thud! Quaaang!
“Rush in! “He may have a firearm.”
As the police enter the building, he takes out his pistol and checks the ammunition.
According to the sound of footsteps getting closer, he put the magazine back together and reloaded.
“Pretending to be popular here-“
He smiled bitterly, pointed his gun at the door, and-
“-That’s it. Now.”
He shook his head and turned the muzzle around, and as soon as the door was finally opened, he held it to his head with a smile and-
I closed my eyes tightly in the last scene, heard the gunshot, and quietly opened my eyes.
“…You know what? “It is said that when a person receives a severe shock, the memory is erased from their mind.”
“…f*ck.”
The screen that illuminated the past has long since turned dark, and all that remains is Dream Eater.
“But- you knew anyway, right? I guess I roughly expected it. “Even if it’s in the past anyway – it’s what you went through after all.”
…Okay. In some ways, that might be normal.
No matter how incompetent the state is, there is no way criminals can go in and out of hospitals without incident. Even if they realize it late, they will probably take action right away.
And that bad choice… I guessed it according to what she said.
“A criminal who chose to commit suicide there. The suicide of a man who, as the leader of an organization, had caused fear in Korea – it would probably have been featured on the front page of the newspaper the next day.”
“…Why are you showing me this?”
Yes. That’s already happened – let’s just say it is. Because it wasn’t that important.
So, why on earth did they create a place like this movie theater, and why are they showing my past here? You won’t explain until the end?
“Hmm. “I guess you can’t answer that yet?”
“Don’t be a dick. “Is it your hobby to humiliate dead bastards?”
“No, that’s not it. “Because there’s still more left.”
I asked, glaring at Dream Eater again, but she shook her head and pointed at the screen once again.
“…f*ck.”
“Okay. “I’m not curious about Kang Hyun-woo.”
When I turn my gaze, what I see is a screen with the light on again.
“I’m curious about Lee Hyeon-woo, who is in front of me right now.”
The scene reflected there was a reflection of the past where I am now.