Pay off a thousand nyang debt with a single word(Old korean proverb).

It's a proverb that means be careful with what you say, but let's think about it realistically.

In a word, if you didn't pay back KRW 50 million worth of money in modern value, wouldn't it be a 'fraud'?

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Do you want to try again?

Yes / No

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What if you can try your life again like a game?

So, what if I could live my life again from the beginning that ended up as a 'fraud'?

Since I was young, my future dream was not to be a scammer.

My father was a scammer, and I hated my father, who was a criminal.

But all I can learn from fraudulent parents is fraud.

When I came to my senses, I suddenly became a swindler who surpassed my father.

"I can't believe it. This is a scam."

It's already been two months since I started living in seclusion.

Having committed a huge fraud two months ago, I hid in a secret hideout prepared for disappearance until the police's pursuit calmed down.

The only thing I could spend free time at the hideout was a low-specification classic game installed on a property investigation computer.

"What kind of crazy guy would declare that he violated table manners?"

I'm playing because there's nothing else to play, but 'Classic Kings' was a really strange game.

As with low-specification classical games, text-oriented games that require imagination instead of graphics.

The protagonist of the game was a student attending a virtual noble school called 'Saintum.'

And if what I know is right, the purpose of this game was only one.

'Preventing wars between countries.'

Tutoria, the country to which the main character belongs, was a weak country that collapsed at the beginning of the war.

For the safety of the protagonist, war had to be prevented unconditionally.

"Why are you cursing all of a sudden? If you do this, there will be another war!"

However, preventing war in the game was much more difficult than I thought.

This is because every minor action of the protagonist directly led to a war between countries.

In addition, when the main character's 'characteristics' were expressed during the game, the main character ignored my orders and acted arbitrarily.

I've already tried more than 1,000 times, but I've never broken this game yet.

"No way! I'll play just one more round."

It was a difficult game with an unreasonable level of difficulty, but this game was the only way for me to spend time hiding in a hideout.

Even after countless absurd deaths, I couldn't quit the game because of its subtle addiction.

While restarting the game and waiting for the game to load, I suddenly saw my cell phone vibrating on the desk.

All devices were being used for silence or vibration because they could not make a sound recklessly in a situation where they were hiding from the eyes of the police.

I got a call.

"Yes, brother."

"Hey, you punk! Why are you picking up the phone now?

The caller was a fraudulent partner who set up this secret hideout together.

A simple neighborhood acquaintance was a person who started as a brother, spent childhood together, and jumped into the world of crime together.

Unlike his usual calm appearance, his voice was shaking with excitement now.

Feeling strange about the fact, I asked back.

"What's wrong?"

"Cop's didn't notice! Hurry up and burn all the things there and run away!"

At what he said, I suddenly felt a cold sweat flowing from my back.

It wasn't the time to play leisurely.

I threw the receiver away and hurriedly picked up a nearby oil can.

The hideout where I piled up the remaining items for sale was full of evidence to increase my sentence.

If I hadn't taken care of all of these items right now, I would have been imprisoned for about half a century and it would have been hard to see the sunlight.

It was then.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hey! Open the door!"

"I know you're inside!"

Police officers who are already on the verge of knocking on the door outside the hideout.

Although I call this place a secret hideout, it was only a general office building with tinted windows so that I could not see it from the outside.

It was only a matter of time before the door opened if the police decided to open it.

I tilted the oil can that I was holding urgently and poured oil everywhere.

Temporarily covering my mouth and nose with my outer sleeves, I lit the oil with a match of a motel that was on the desk.

The red flame soared like an explosion, and the inside of the hideout was filled with black smoke in no time.

As smoke leaked through the closed door of the hideout, the police's embarrassed voices came from outside the door.

"What? Why is there smoke? Is he going to burn the evidence?"

"The key guy is coming now!"

"He's going to burn all the evidence! Use your strength to rip it off! They're all sticking together!

Whether powerful police officers began to tear off the locked hideout door, they began to make sharp noises as if the hinges of the hideout door would fall off at any moment.

In the meantime, I opened the window of the hideout, coughing because of the toxic gas.

Because of the tinted window, there was usually little light coming into the hideout, so it was easy to forget the sense of time and date when living in the hideout.

"Ugh!"

As soon as I opened the window, I was blinded for a moment by the bright light pouring in.

It was still bright daylight.

Most of the other sincere people will work in a workplace that can be openly revealed at this time and will not worry about being caught by the police.

I lived hiding like a rat without taking a proper shower for days because I was afraid that the sound would leak out, and eventually became a rat in a jar.

I sighed and prepared to run to the roof of the opposite building, the originally planned escape route.

*Buzzing*

"Hey, you punk! Stop right there!"

The police finally broke the door of the cozit and entered the inside, but they couldn't approach me hastily because of the fire I set.

There was no more time to delay here at the hideout.

The fire prevented the police from approaching me, but I had to be more concerned about burning to death than being arrested by the police now.

I stepped on the window frame for a long leap, took a deep breath, and flew to the opposite building.

"Huh?"

But there was one fact I overlooked at this time.

During my two months of seclusion, I only ordered delivery food and gained 5kg of weight.

My body, which became heavy, failed to reach the rooftop on the other side of the hideout, which was originally targeted, and fell below the 15th floor between the building and the building.

"Argh!"

What if I was given a chance to live my life again?

To be honest, I was not confident of washing my hands and living cleanly like a new person.

But at least, I was confident that I would die better than this.

Facing the rapidly approaching concrete floor, I felt death and closed my eyes.

*Crack!*

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