❝𝐖𝐡𝗼 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮?❞
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What if there existed a character who desired to kill all the constellations in the world of Ways of Survival?
The Constellation Killer exchanged the memories of his life and identity for the sake of his revenge, even...
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NINE FORESHADOW
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There existed a child who was raised by a strict crime lord father and loveless mother. His entire youth was full of torture and abuse in order to become a perfect heir to their criminal business. Not only did they lose any semblance of what a family should be, but they also lost the innocent child that cared for their corrupted souls.
Eventually, that child grew tired. He grew very very tired of it all.
And eventually, that teenager who was once a weak child hanged his father's head on a pike in front of his house as a trophy for his new position as ruler of the underworld.
"So the time has finally come for you to kill me as well."
A lonesome woman sat on a rocking chair as she stared through the window at the beautiful scenery outside. Her long lashes fluttered as she blinked and switched her gaze to the 15 year old boy walking towards her with a handgun between his fingers, fiddling with the trigger almost playfully.
He moved leisurely, in no rush to reach her, and despite this being the woman who bore and raised him, he showed not a single sign of remorse as he fully intended to kill her right then and there.
"(Y/N), I have made a lot of mistakes in life, but giving birth to you was my greatest mistake of all."
The chair continued to rock back and forth, back and forth as (Y/N) grew closer, back and forth as he sneered at her, back and forth as the gun was pointed at her forehead.
The rocking chair stopped moving as she opened her lips to continue speaking. It was almost like she was unfazed at staring her impending doom in the face.
"Did you know? When you were born, you didn't cry at all. When you got hurt or severely injured, you didn't flinch, not even when I hit you with a belt or your father beat you. There had always been something so very wrong with you, like you were just an android who couldn't feel anything. I wanted to love you, as you were my flesh and blood, but you were a terrible being impossible to love."
She audibly breathed in air.
"And then that boy, Kim Dokja came along, and suddenly it was like you had a purpose. The people you've killed for his sake, the countless corpses you've had to bury under a hill...do you not feel remorse?"
He responded easily, like the answer to the question was stupidly obvious to begin with.
"Nothing. I feel nothing, and I will continue to feel nothing even after burying your corpse on that same hill."
