Friday, February 11th.
Yun slumped in line with a more depressed expression than yesterday.
He made the plans of Rc until morning in the same way last night. Advertisements were given. Of course, the first products were not something that would make a lot of noise. He started by entering a gaming market.
However, the game was a very well planned survival game! In the game, just like now, preparations were made for the apocalypse that would take place 2 years later.
No one may know, but every detail in the game was made according to the apocalypse at that time.
"Haah" the yawn took a long time.
Although he was tired, he could not rest. Honestly, it's surprising how calm he remained, even knowing that the apocalypse was ahead.
The history teacher's voice was like a grandfather telling a story, his eyelids struggling. Again...
His mind was too alert!
His brain is as dynamic as a nuclear energy dictation.
He slowly got up from his seat, quietly left the classroom. Even the teacher did not interfere with his movements as if he was used to it. After all, all the teachers accepted the truth with a bitter sigh, believing that Yun would not learn anything…
He moved to the backyard sides, the snow was beginning to disappear completely.
There was a big wall in front of him, but this obstacle was not a problem for him. In one leap he was at the top of the wall.
It didn't come down for a while, the feeling of being high was pretty good.
Blue eyes darkened absentmindedly.
The feeling of having everything in your palms...
Strong had good strength now. Now he would survive the apocalypse again, and finally, he would live calmly and happily with his family, with the comfort of completing the task.
Would it really be?
There was a creepy feeling in his eyes, as if…
A despair that is about to swallow everything. A rebellion, a disbelief, an illusion, a dream, a hope...
His thoughts are confused.
He never trusted the system and those who supposedly helped him. However, people stronger than him had nothing to gain from him.
Law, system, main system...
Each one is a mystery. His path was foggy and uncertain, perhaps stepping into an abyss?
"Hey! Ahaha!"
While he was still immersed, the stone thrown by these few people, as a result of his delayed movement and slowed reflexes as a result of this long sleeplessness, hit his head.
His eyes darkened as he stumbled and fell off the wall.
"What were you standing there like a stake?"
The students of the next school came to find a problem again.
Of course, the rebel era was not a good thing.
"Are you stupid huh?"
"Is he not responding out of fear?"
"Ahaha, this whole school really is idiots"
Yun was seriously angry this time. He is here having sleepless times to save all of them including these people.
-Tap- -Tap- blood ran down his forehead and dripped from his jawline to the floor.
The wisdom he had lived through for years was erased, that fine logic snapped like a thread, his eyes lifted in anger and rebellious feelings of oppression.
He wiped his forehead with his hands. However, the blood did not stop, it seemed to multiply as it was wiped, the regeneration took place very slowly, the blood was melting the snowflakes on the ground with its warm heat in a short time.
His chest swelled up quickly, cracks forming in that wall whose emotions had long been suppressed by reason. He gritted his teeth, the pain on his forehead destroying the last trace of patience.
"Hehe" was a mocking smile, not a good omen.
"It's not always good to be reasonable," he seemed to convince himself, "I'm human after all, I'm going to make mistakes, right? There are no perfect people, why am I pushing myself like that?"
"Logic, logic, logic!" Her voice rose one decibel each time.
"Why? Everyone is acting with their emotions, why should I take this responsibility? Saving the world, being a hero, huh, fuck it!"
"I'll save my family, I'll warn the rest, I'm out of responsibility. Then let them eat whatever the fuck they eat!" In a fit of hysterical frenzy, he immediately punched the person closest to him!
"After all, the reverse action doesn't suit a villain, does it?" He buried his elbow in the face of the person who threw a stone at him.
"Aah!" The cries of pain faded under his excited laughter. It was time to let go of the restlessness that he had been holding inside for a long time, and he did not turn down the opportunity given to him.
Blood gushed from a broken nose as he flexed his elbow, his excitement growing as if it were his encouragement.
The result was a shocking sight at that moment. His ambition didn't end with a few people. Almost all the vagrants of the side school surrounded him.
She was wildly driven, having fun with each one of them with an obvious burst of laughter. He was not well, perhaps his psychology had been in decline for a long time.
But each beating comforted him as if sprinkled with water, a true evil must be like that!
He must act when he blows his mind, rebellious, smart, but his movements are unpredictable!
His steps became lighter and more energetic as if a great mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. More than 80 people collapsed on the ground with painful groans in a matter of minutes.
He no longer refused, on the contrary, he liked it more and more. The system was right, he was the ideal choice to be bad. He was born to be bad. Now environmental triggers have woken him up with full alertness.
He didn't understand how he got here, he was someone who shed tears over the bad news on the news a while ago, compared to now being the culprit of the people who were on the news...
He was selfish, and he didn't have to bear anyone's burden! No, evil is more than that. He obviously liked it now, the blood that had disgusted him was now nothing more than a sweet sherbet.
Since when did someone else's pain become his happiness? He didn't want to be hypocritical, he was enjoying it.
He still had his principle.
Those who don't interfere with it can do whatever they want.
But he would respond to those who messed with him, why? He was unemployed! Yeah, he was such a vain guy, so why doesn't he stick with someone to mess with?
More and more people came, the matter of a few people got bigger and bigger. The most terrifying white hair came and disappeared like a ghost as it was blown away by a cold wind, speed mingled with illusions and shadows. A person was on the ground in a matter of seconds...
A cold wind radiated a chill that penetrated bodies, its speed, its sight, its presence.
"Yun what are you doing! Stop!" That slender-looking but explosive-powered body stopped. When he slowly came to himself, the audience had already surrounded him, the police came and took care of the environment...
Confused, he looked at the embankment, which was drawn between the people as if it were a wild animal.
"Haha" a hopeless smile, was he too absorbed in this pleasure to understand what was going on around him?
It was collapsing inside, it was more than a simple gang fight...
"We were just fighting" in a soft tone of voice, with a tenderness reminiscent of persuading a mischievous child...
Swallowing sounds came from the crowd behind the cops.
'What a fight ? This is a one-sided massacre!'
Whispers were intertwined, his mental collapse was beginning, one blow after another...
Being pointed out, excluded, the restriction of freedom and the evil role he has to do...
It has now become their reality.
Sometimes it's not what you are, it's what you become.
He was once an exemplary individual among his peers, shown to be well-behaved and calm. In the classroom, around...
Now the situation...
It was unacceptable.
As if isolated...
His shoulders slumped, he swallowed.
Taking a deep breath, he smiled broadly at the crowd, silent.
-To be continued-