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Chapter 6 - Illness, healing, and stupidity

In the fifth year there was no need to implement another plan. A serious epidemic has spread across the whole kingdom and my family has become ill and of course I have also been infected with it... On the third day after we became ill, Priest Meldog came and said that there is no cure for this disease and advised the family to pay 1000 pieces of gold to the church in order to please the heart of God on the people of the Kingdom and keep this dangerous epidemic away. Of course I didn't believe this bastard' words, even if there was a god really in the kingdom, I didn't think he'd be good, lady of luck and the fart light is a good example!

That day when I knew that this disease had no cure, I kept laughing happily and happily because I was finally going to achieve my goal, but because of my stupidity, I forgot that the disease made my laughter look like an old snore drinking cigarettes for 100 years. My family thought I was in pain and rushed to donate 1,000 gold coins to the church, interestingly, after my family paid the gold coins for the church and likewise other families also paid the money, and the disease disappeared shortly afterwards! Then I made sure there was a conspiracy behind the church's merciful and gentle façade and the cunning old priest Mildog!

In the sixth year, after five plans failed and after failing 800 times to commit suicide, I decided to calm down for a while and gather all possible knowledge about this world and the church, as well as train my weak tree-like body. Of course the goal of becoming the strongest person and marrying a princess and living happily and well forever... I managed to become the strongest so that no one in this world and Claira could be the hateful maid stuck in my ass like glue for six years!

Since that day, I have spent ten years in secret navigating the palace, buying various books from street vendors and merchants, and even listening to poets, although their talk is similar to that of the foolish mirror and full of lies, but I suppressed my boredom and listened carefully to every word, and then I began to classify and arrange the secrets of the world, churches and the presence of gods, and I plan with high accuracy for every part of my ideal suicide plot, and of course I left the plan to kill Claira aside for a while, but I certainly did not forget!!