Chapter 431

Episode 431

There were three children.

The first children I held in my arms were twin sisters. The next person to receive a gift was a boy. A total of three children and a loving wife. At that time, he felt really happy. Although it wasn’t the family God had chosen for us, I thought it was an ideal, harmonious family.

“Dad, I… look at this.”

“Okay, what should I watch?”

“I drew this in kindergarten. “It’s amazing.”

“Does my daughter want to become a writer? “That’s amazing.”

“Hi-Hi.”

It was only then that I realized that the destiny that God had decided was not the wealth and fame that I had thought. My lovely children were clear about what they wanted and had a clear sense of self. I had nothing to regret as I managed to rise from an empty dump to the position of a villain by fate. It was different from the kids.

My wife, who was listening to her son practicing for a speech contest, smiles brightly and talks to me.

“Did you hear me say it, baby? “My child speaks so well.”

“Iknow, right. Are you doing this to become a politician later?”

“You sound like a politician. “If you do something like that, you’ll get upset.”

“It’s the child’s heart anyway. “They are smart kids, so if you leave them alone, they will take care of themselves.”

“That’s also true. I wish fate wasn’t decided like this….”

“….”

The age at which fate is decided varies greatly from person to person. Some people receive their destiny from the time they are babies, while others receive their destiny only when they are old and dying.

Even though they are the children of villains, my children have not yet had a certain fate. My wife also seemed to want this situation to continue. This was because I knew that the fate given to the child of a villain would not be smooth.

Then one day, my wife’s condition suddenly worsened.

“…What’s going on?”

“No, honey. “I’m not angry.”

“You don’t look good.”

“I’m just a little surprised.”

“Why was I surprised?”

“….”

“…I understand.”

I didn’t try to find out more because I thought he didn’t want me to ask, but maybe it was because he had lived as a villain for some time. A thick novel that my wife had tried to hide came into my field of vision.

I pretended not to know and hugged my wife tightly.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“huh.”

“Please baby.”

“huh.”

“I’m begging you… don’t do anything.”

“Okay.”

For some reason, my wife’s abilities came to mind. Was it ‘theft’? The eunsa of the education center once sent congratulatory words, saying that they were a good match for me, the villain. I don’t know why that thought suddenly occurred to me.

“You’re so sweet…”

“Me? “We’re so picky.”

“Why is he a villain?”

“….”

“…I haven’t liked the idea of you being a villain for a long time.”

“Don’t say things like that. You might end up in the interrogation room with me.”

“That’s quite thrilling and romantic.”

“I don’t want to see you there? huh? babe.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Although I said that, from that day on, I could tell that my wife was dissatisfied with God.

He was originally a kind and wise person, unusual for someone living in this harsh world. I learned everything from her, such as words to be considerate of others, how to just defend yourself without attacking them, and how to treat children. I always thought that he was too much for a scoundrel who was a street scum, and it was difficult for me to criticize my wife.

“Daddy daddy.”

“Yes son.”

“Mom… are you not feeling well?”

“I guess I’m tired these days.”

“sad?”

“…I guess so.”

The poisonous snake may have vaguely felt it too. He must have been ignoring the fact that his wife was already dissatisfied with God. It might be true for other people, but thinking about the future in which my children’s fate would be forcibly decided gave me a sense of dissatisfaction that I didn’t know existed.

The grumpy husband couldn’t figure out why his wife was struggling like that. Sometimes she seemed sad, sometimes she seemed angry at someone, and sometimes she seemed to be angry because she couldn’t give up. He was still friendly to me and the kids, but I could feel that something was amiss.

My wife started writing a novel.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Do you want to read this?”

“…Is that what you said last time?”

“Yes, it contains all of the hoebinghwan.”

“Isn’t it a bit excessive?”

“Read it and tell me.”

“I understand, so stop poking my cheek.”

“If you promise to read it.”

“I will read it….”

“I promised.”

“…sure.”

Why did you take that promise?

The face of my wife who asked me to read was calm and friendly, but she also looked nervous. It was a cruel and desolate story of survival that wasn’t particularly to my taste, but I read it intently while thinking of my wife. After reading the novel, I was asked to write a review of the novel, so I gladly responded.

“Unusual…?”

“What is it?”

“…The world view is unique. “How did you come up with a world like this?”

“Do you think you would hate it if you were born into a world like that?”

“It’s just… wouldn’t it be confusing?”

“In some aspects?”

“…There is no god or role to decide fate.”

“Are you confused about that?”

“maybe…?”

“okay.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Just everything.”

“….”

Because the content was of a high standard, my wife’s novel was given a 19+ gold rating. My wife complained about the age limit, saying that the review committee was petty. I didn’t have anything to say, so I just smiled awkwardly.

So gradually time passed.

“babe.”

“huh?”

“…Are you okay now?”

“are you okay.”

“….”

“It’s really better.”

At one point, I felt anxious and relieved when my wife returned to her usual routine without any context.

“…I’m glad.”

No, something has changed a little.

“You’re not going to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m sure.”

“That’s enough. “I’m glad that my thoughts have been organized.”

“…I think so too.”

Would something have been different if I had inquired instead of giving up?

“It’s your birthday soon, so tell me what you want.”

“Well, what about our pretty darling?”

“Pretty… How many times do I tell you that you’re not pretty?”

“Oh my god, you have such a pretty pouty face.”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Why is your blushing face so cute?”

“Nlrzmlrg….”

“It’s so cute how shy you are.”

But it seemed like it would be the same even if I went back.

I had a hard time daring to ask my wife anything. It already seemed like she was having a hard time, and just thinking about having to abandon her, who was barely stable, made me feel frustrated. Selfishly, I hoped that this precarious peace could be maintained.

So fate was decided.

“…Kill me?”

“okay.”

“Who? “My wife?”

“You heard right.”

“Wow, I’m going crazy.”

That was my first direct resistance.

“I don’t like it.”

“Think again. “The fate of your children is at stake.”

“I won’t hate it.”

“….”

“I will never do that.”

You know, I even had to kill my dear junior because of you. I thought it was normal until I killed my parents. I thought it would be okay. But now I know. My life has become twisted because of the crazy fate you gave me. you ruined me

But now they are telling me to ruin the happiness I barely held in my arms.

“Fuck you, kill me…!! “I’d rather just kill him!!”

“Go ahead.”

“yes.”

“You bastards…!!”

I have no memory.

Did you meet someone, talk to someone, and receive education? I don’t remember why. My head was empty, like it was covered in white paint…

“…Dad?”

I think I was trying to wish you a happy birthday.

“Oh, father…”

“…Why, why, mom…”

“Run away too. Run away quickly…! “Dad, you’re crazy!”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…!”

“monster…!!”

I do not remember.

Has a little more time passed?

“A wicked person like you deserves to die.”

And it wasn’t until my son’s body was taken away from me, when the manager escaped the viper’s body and possessed my son, that it dawned on me.

“…ah.”

I hate God.

Why did I forget it?

* * *

“―Chief!”

“….”

“Director, please stop….”

As soon as I opened my eyes, what I saw was the disgusting face of my junior.

“Relax your hands quickly. And then you really die.”

“…Ah….”

“You mean pushing? Don’t scratch it, it’s bleeding now….”

“….”

“Listen to what the manager says. yes?”

When I look at that face, when I see that disgusting face, I was going to say something. I’m so dazed that my head can’t move properly. What is that guy talking about? Why are you holding your hand? When I applied a little force, I felt a vibration near my neck.

Did you scratch your neck?

“…Yes, you are doing well. “Get down slowly.”

My wrist hurts, so it looks like this guy is holding it. I didn’t understand what was going on, so I lowered my hand and followed the lead in a daze. My throat was throbbing. Did I hear a hitman while I was sleeping? If that were the case, I wouldn’t die, but everyone else is buying it in vain.

There were people who did not follow fate. The government defined them as rebels and oppressed and suppressed them. You probably don’t know how surprised I was when I found out that a junior I cared about was one of the members. You might not believe it, but I trusted you a lot. Even though it was annoying to talk back to him, I think it was quite enjoyable.

“I’m going to apply medicine to your neck now, so stay where you are. “Do nothing.”

“…You….”

“I’m telling you not to do anything? “Don’t even talk.”

“….”

I vividly remember you being crushed to death by the rubble of the building.

You have created a way to defy fate. You created a way to rebel against God, and perhaps after your death, our Mana discovered it. Or maybe he was even interested. Because she was preparing to rebel, I lost my body and my family.

When I got my memories back, I wanted to cry, but no tears came out. If I had known this would happen, I would have joined your side a long time ago. I don’t know what the fuck made those bastards obey so much. Even after getting my body back, the manager took over my son’s body. We have made it so that we have no choice but to follow fate.

“…Me too…”

“Yes?”

“At that time… I would have died.”

“….”

“If only I were dead….”

I muttered, not knowing what I was saying.

“Was I happy?”

I’m a junior. My disgusting and pitch-black junior.

You were right.

“I should have died like you said.”

“….”

“Why did you do that….”

You know me. I didn’t bully you because I really hated you.

But honestly, do you remember? You also bullied me a lot. You made quite a few mistakes in your mission and caused accidents, so I was really criticized for trying to fix it. Fuck, back then I never thought you’d be a spy. But I was a little embarrassed because I wasn’t as angry as I thought. I guess I vaguely felt it. That you are never meant to be a government dog.

I think I prepared myself mentally while I was tormenting you. Be prepared not to cry when you betray me. Be prepared not to get sick. Even if I am ordered to kill you, I am ready to accept it with a smile.

Things like that.

“…sorry.”

If you had rebelled against God and died in the place prepared for me, would my family have been happy?

“Sorry.”

“…Boss.”

“I’m going to die when you kill me….”

“Come to your senses.”

“I’m alive for nothing…”

I might have been happy.

“….”

I felt sleepy and closed my eyes.

Funnily enough, I felt like I was imitating death.

(Continued in the next part)