"S-sob... W-why is this w-world so... f-fucking c-cruel????"
"W-why d-do I have to s-suffer like this???"
"W-what the f-fuck did I e-even do... s-sob... s-sob... s-sob..."
"I... I j-just wanted a n-normal life... is that... really too m-much?" he cried, his eyes turning deeply red with unfairness as he cursed and asked for answers he knew he'd never get.
"H-h-ha... h-h-hahaha!!... M-maybe I'm j-just c-cursed... h-hahaha," he laughed maniacally while tears dripped from his eyes continuously.
"If there's... a-anyone l-listening to me... F-fuck you, f-fuck you, m-motherfucker... for g-giving me so m-much p-pain, suffering for s-something I... d-didn't even do anything." He let his heart out as he cursed while looking at the sky, showing his middle finger to whoever was watching.
However, just as he cursed whoever had caused him so much suffering and pain for nothing, suddenly, the surroundings, filled with the sound of the wind, went silent, like everything had frozen.
Even the birds flying in the sky became still.
"W-what... w-what is... h-h-happy-ing?? W-why d-did everything... f-f-freeze?" Terrified, he looked around, trying to understand what had happened.
Just then, a ding echoed in his head, scaring him so much that he fell to the ground with a thud.
"W-whos it???" he asked, looking around with fear in his eyes.
[Ding. Congratulations, host, on awakening the "Desire Fulfillment System!"]
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[Flashbacks] [1 Day Ago] [South Korea, Jeongi] [3rd Person POV]
Jeonju, a city in South Korea, where tradition and chaos collide like a bar fight. The streets are lined with cute hanok houses, but don't let that fool you; it's not all cherry blossoms and sunshine. The air is thick with the smell of street food—bibimbap, tteokbokki, you name it—but watch out! That deliciousness comes with a side of madness.
People here strut around with a mix of pride and frustration. They love their culture, but you can see the weariness on their faces, like they've been juggling too many things at once. The markets are alive, packed with folks bartering over prices like it's a sport, but there's always that one guy trying to rip you off because, well, that's how it goes here.
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[1st Person POV] [One of the houses in Jeongi.]
"What the fuck, can't you even wash the dishes properly?" A woman in her late twenties, wearing tight black leggings, shouted. Her shouting made even her own large breasts jiggle in fear.
"I-I... I'll do it p-properly this time!" the young man replied, his voice trembling.
Smack!
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for while staring at your stepmother with those disgusting eyes!?" she yelled in anger, crossing her arms to cover her breasts from his gaze.
"N-no, I wasn't!" the young man protested, a wronged look on his face.
"Then do the work properly, you fucking piece of trash!!" She shouted at him again, smacking the back of his head.
"Y-yes!!"
'Why... Why? Everywhere I go... I get bullied and beaten up?'
'In school, the four bullies target me. Even the teachers bully me. At home, my own father, stepmother, and stepsisters all bully me...'
'Why can't I live peacefully?' he thought as tears dripped down his cheeks, silently crying, knowing his stepmother would kill him if she saw him cry.
'Mom... why did you have to leave me... sniff... sob... sob...' he cried as he washed the dishes.
"Tsk, disgusting!... Don't drop any of your tears on the dishes!" a voice came from behind.
Looking back, he saw a girl his age with short, light gray hair styled neatly but messily in a trendy way. She wore a white off-shoulder top and a short black skirt. Her expression was serious, with a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes as she looked at him.
'H-here comes another beast!' he thought. Even though he was enraged by everything she said, he knew he couldn't retaliate, or he would be homeless, and before that, his father and stepmother, as well as his stepsisters, would beat him to death.
So, he remained silent, knowing she would leave soon enough.
"Tsk tsk... Silent, huh? That's better... Otherwise, I would've to smack that dirty mouth of yours..." she said, clicking her tongue in annoyance as she poured water into a glass.
However, in the process, her medium-sized breasts wiggled when she moved, making him gulp.
'E-even though her personality is awful... at least her body is alluring,' he thought, feeling drawn to her.
"Tsk tsk, loser," she remarked, clicking her tongue again before walking away.
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[Next Day.] [3rd Person POV]
And just like that, thankfully, the rest of the days passed peacefully with no one bothering him other than his stepmother, who constantly scolded him and assigned him work whenever she saw him.
The next day came, and Tae Hyun was terrified at the thought of going back to school.
'Fuck... Why do I even have to go to school... just to get bullied by them?' he thought, feeling immense rage building in his heart at the thought of those bullies.
'I-if... If I had fighting skills... I-I would've killed them. They always bully me, make me their errand boy, beat me, and make me feel worthless!' he thought, clenching his fists, nails digging into his palms as he felt a surge of anger. Deep down, he knew that even if given the chance, he wouldn't actually hurt them because it's human nature to fear and be traumatized by those who have tormented them for years.
'Haaah!... I guess there's no helping... I just need to endure this for this year only and then I can be free of this bullshits.' he thought as he let out a sigh knowing he can't do anything about it right now as even the polices won't believe him until he shows some kind of evidence or have someone as a testament to his statements and he knows for a fact that nobody would agree to be his testament out of fear.
With that thought, he left the house descreetly as he don't want any other problem coming at him right now.