Chapter One
"I'm sorry, but it seems we're not suitable for each other… let's break up."
Those words came out of the mouth of a very beautiful girl, with blond hair and blue eyes.
She would've been beautiful—if she wasn't sitting on the lap of that ugly boy.
A face full of wrinkles and pimples, greasy disgusting hair, and a fat body.
But what stood out most was the expensive suit he wore.
Maybe she left me for the money.
But when I looked at his face—
"Hahahahahahaha..."
"..."
"Well, I don't see a problem with that."
I said that while wiping tears from laughing too hard.
When I looked at his face again, I couldn't stop myself and burst out laughing again.
"Hahahahahaha..."
"..."
"Ah, my stomach hurts from laughing too much..."
"Sorry, but I haven't seen an ugly face like that in a long time."
The ugly boy looked at me angrily before he spoke:
"Are you laughing at me?"
"No, I swear I didn't laugh at you at all."
Then I looked at his face again and exploded with laughter.
"Hahahahahaha...."
"You think I'm an idiot?"
The fat boy spoke angrily.
"No, I swear you're not stupid, but..."
"Wisdom was always trying to catch you, but you were always one step ahead of it."
"Heh..."
A suppressed chuckle came out from the man in the black suit.
Maybe he was one of the personal bodyguards of this idiot.
The fat boy turned toward him, then fell silent.
"Ahem... sorry."
The ugly boy's face filled with red veins as he looked at me.
"You've crossed the line."
"No… I swear I didn't mean that."
I spoke to him while looking at the ground.
I didn't want things to escalate.
"Look at me! Why do you keep looking away? Are you scared?"
"No…"
"Hahahahahaha.."
Before I could continue, I burst out laughing again.
Damn it, I don't think I'll ever get used to that face.
Even if he worked as a comedy actor, people would laugh before he even said anything.
"Kill that bastard."
The fat boy couldn't take it anymore and ordered the guards to move.
The two guards headed toward me holding sharp knives.
"Killian, please, make them stop!"
Even my ex-girlfriend couldn't handle it.
The fat boy held her eyes (??) before he spoke with a mocking look on his face:
"Don't worry, it'll be over quickly."
"That's not what I was warning you about..."
Before she could finish, the guards charged at me.
When I looked at the two guards holding knives, I wiped the tears from my face, and my expression changed.
"I didn't want to escalate things, but it looks like I won't be able to negotiate anymore."
When I turned, I saw a broom lying on the ground.
I kicked the broom hard with the edge of my foot, and it flew up into the air.
I grabbed the broom and looked toward the guards.
Strike...
One of the guards swung the knife, trying to slash my neck,
but I dodged it skillfully and hit his knee hard.
Crack...
His knee twisted the wrong way, and he started screaming.
Strike...
I dodged another blow aimed at my head from behind.
I used his outstretched arm as a support and lifted my body, flipping over him.
When the guard saw I disappeared in front of him, he tried to look for me—
Crack....
I grabbed his head and turned it to the other side—not enough to kill him,
but it would make him pass out.
"You son of a bitch!"
This time, the ugly boy came toward me holding a newspaper.
"Heheh..."
I couldn't stop myself from laughing.
Was this idiot planning to hit me… with a newspaper?
I aimed a strong punch at his head, but then I felt pain in my foot.
When I looked down, I saw blood pouring from it.
I looked at the newspaper and realized what was under it.
It was a knife.
"I was trying not to escalate this, but you're the one who insisted."
The thing I hated most was the smell of blood—especially my own.
I walked slowly toward him and punched with full force.
Crack.....
His jaw dislocated and he fell, crying.
I didn't give him a chance and kept hitting him until he lost consciousness.
After things calmed down, I looked at the girl lying on the ground in fear.
"If you had just broken up and left, it would've been better for you. But you chose this."
I approached her, and the blood-covered broom left a straight line on the floor.
When I reached her, I raised the broom.
I didn't want to hit her, but at least I wanted to make her afraid of me.
Imagine if she called someone else for revenge—her or her boyfriend—
I don't have time for that kind of nonsense.
"I'm warning you..."
I felt weightless, and a headache filled my head.
The ground was getting closer slowly—
No... it was me who was falling.
Thud...
My head hit the ground hard before I slowly lost consciousness.
"Did that bastard put poison on the knife?"
I didn't think that idiot was smart enough to think of poisoning the
blade.
"Damn it..."
That was the last thing I said before I lost consciousness.
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This novel is not a criticism of anything, but it is purely fictional. If you liked the original ending, I do not encourage you to continue it.