Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Second Playthrough Begins
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"...Whoa, shit. I never thought I'd die like this."
I'd suddenly possessed into a novel I'd never read before and rolled my ass off, only to end up with a gaping hole in my chest. Talk about some next-level bullshit.
"Isn't that obvious? You're supposed to die."
"Hah, that's some rude-ass shit to say to your own family."
"I've never once considered a stray I picked up actual blood kin."
"What about all the times I wiped your ass for you?"
"That was your purpose from the start."
This prick had zero manners from beginning to end.
My gaze lingered on the hole in my chest before shifting forward. There stood a middle-aged man decked out in a suit that probably cost hundreds of millions and accessories worth an entire Seoul apartment. He was screaming "I'm loaded" without even trying. Kim Jang-seok, my "father" according to the novel's setup.
Kim Jang-seok approached me slowly, sword in hand, his face saying he was annoyed as hell but determined to finish the job. True to his obsessive cleanliness and perfectionism, he planned to deliver the killing blow himself.
"Then why'd you pick me up in the first place?"
"Because your mother wanted it."
"And this?"
"This is my wish."
With that, Kim Jang-seok raised his sword and thrust it straight at my throat. No time for chit-chat, and the ruthless decisiveness to slit his own kid's neck—even if he was just a stray. No wonder they called him one of the main villains.
'I should've figured that out sooner.'
When I first possessed into the novel, I was thrilled to be the young master of a wealthy family. Escaping my poor, hopeless reality to reincarnate as a golden spoon? It was the fresh start I'd always dreamed of. But the world wasn't that kind.
As time passed, I realized I was the sacrificial adopted son of a main villain, and by then it was too late. Now here I was, holes punched through my chest and throat.
"Any last words?"
Ah, guess I can't talk properly with my throat stabbed. Kim Jang-seok yanked the blade out without hesitation.
"Guh... heuk... ugh..."
The moment the knife pulled free, blood sprayed out in a torrent. You bastard, you fucking prick, I'd chew you up and spit you out a thousand times. No time for cursing out loud, so I fumbled desperately in my pocket instead.
"What are you doing?"
"Se... se... cret... weap..."
Kim Jang-seok watched me curiously, and I finally pulled out my middle finger. My last act of defiance. He sneered coldly at the sight.
"Grown into exactly what I raised you to be. Incompetent, selfish, and dying pointlessly."
I couldn't even retort as my eyes slowly closed.
'Just once more...'
If I got one more chance...
If they'd dragged me into this world without warning, shouldn't they pay the price? If they made me roll without any perks, they owed me compensation, even late. After-service was key. With those thoughts, I lost consciousness.
"Huh?"
I was back.
To the moment everything had gone wrong from the very first step—the instant I'd first possessed this body.