In the picturesque village of Hwan-Myu, there's a man named Dae-Seong He was known as a hard worker, a skilled fighter, and a cheerful soul. Despite the hardships of life, he was always seen with a bright smile on his face, a testament to his positive outlook, it's me.
I walked through the well-trodden paths of Hwan-Myu, admiring the simple but beautiful scenery of the idyllic village. I greeted the villagers I passed with a warm smile, waving at some, and stopping to chat with others.
As I continued on my way, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the village and its inhabitants. Everyone seemed to know each other, helping each other whenever possible, and creating a strong sense of community.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared ahead of me – Chul-ki, the village hero. The mere sight of Chul-ki was enough to make my bright smile disappear. While Chul-ki was revered by the villagers as a brave and capable hero, I knew a different side to him – a side that was abusive and dominant.
Chul-Ki approached me, a cold but charming smile on his face. He grabbed my arm firmly and dragged me into a secluded room. Without a moment's warning, Chul-Ki slapped me across the cheek, the sound echoing through the room.
"Where have you been this morning? You know I don't like you roaming around like a lost puppy," Chul-Ki scolded, his tone stern and his gaze ice-cold.
I winced in pain, rubbing my cheek where Chul-Ki had struck. I knew better than to argue or protest, knowing it would only lead to more violence.
"I-I was just running some errands for the villagers," I replied, trying to maintain a neutral expression despite the sting on my cheek.
Chul-Ki chuckled coldly, his smirk widening as he raised my chin with one hand. "You know the punishment," he repeated, his tone tinged with a sadistic delight. "You've been a naughty puppy, running around without permission. And naughty puppies need to be disciplined."
As Chul-Ki reached out to grab me again, I couldn't hold back anymore. With all the strength I could muster, I smacked Chul-Ki across the face, then swiftly kicked him in the groin. Chul-ki cried out in pain and fell to the ground, clutching his crotch in agony.
I stood over him, my eyes cold and deadly as I looked down at the wounded Chul-ki.
I stood towering over Chul-Ki, my expression firm and intense.
"You call yourself a hero, but you're nothing but a bully," I sneered. "I'm done being your punching bag. I'm not your property."
I then added, just for good measure, "And if you ever even lay a finger on me again, I'll make damn sure you regret it."
Chul-ki winced in pain, still clutching his crotch as he looked up at me with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
"So you wanna be a Villian instead?!" He said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You think you can just stand up to me like that?"
He tried to stand up, but the pain in his groin made him stumble back onto the floor.
I looked down at Chul-Ki, lying on the ground in pain, still clutching his crotch. The anger and determination in my eyes burned with a fierce intensity as I snarled, "You want me to be the Villain? Then I'll show you a Villain."
With that, I unleashed a swift kick straight to Chul-Ki's face, knocking him unconscious.
I walked to a nearby lake, finding some space to myself away from the hustle and bustle of the village. I noticed a patch of flowers by the water's edge and decided to stop and make some flower crowns.
As I worked on the flower crowns, a strange feeling washed over me - the sense that I was being watched. I glanced around, but saw no one nearby.
My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to approach the bushes where I had felt the gaze coming from. Suddenly, I froze in my tracks when I caught sight of the villain, Won-Guk, standing there. Without warning, I lunged at Won-Guk, pulling out a knife and raining down blows on him.
However, Won-Guk was incredibly agile, dodging all of my attacks with surprising dexterity. He seemed to be holding back, not using any of his powers against mine.
Won-Guk effortlessly froze my body halfway, his movements swift and precise. As he observed my frozen form, his gaze landed on the bruise on my arm. With a curious and slightly concerned tone, he asked, "I didn't do this... Who did this to you?"
My his body half-frozen, shot back defiantly, "Nunya..."
Won-Guk, genuinely confused, responded, "What's Nunya?"
I retorted with a smirk, "Nunya-business."
Won-Guk couldn't help but chuckle at the clever reply, amused by the unexpected exchange.
My eyes widened as Won-Guk's face moved closer to my own, our lips almost touching. Won-Guk's expression was a mix of gentleness and curiosity as he repeated his question, this time with a more gentle tone. "Who did this to you?"
But beneath the surface, there was an underlying threat. Won-Guk's next words sharpened the once soft tone,"Or I'm going to kill every man kind in your village."
TO. BE. CONTINUED.