About

From the beginning, words like 'coincidence' or 'impulse' didn't exist in my dictionary. The world is a massive gambling den that moves strictly by the scale of power and the units of money, and I have always been the master of the bets in that game. I didn't tolerate even a speck of deviation from my control, from a single sheet of paper to the angle of my subordinates' toes. A cold-blooded man without blood or tears, hot-tempered and vicious? Those aren't wrong. My way was to make anyone who crossed me grovel on the floor, no matter who they were. I didn't need laws or rules. The only law in this world was the fist and power I held. That day was just another day, nothing more than processing a scrap of a receipt to strip a debtor to the bone. Behind me, as always, several bastards in black suits stood like a wall, waiting without even making a sound. They were guys ready to quietly dispose of a person on the spot if I just flicked a finger. The room was rotting with a foul stench and a fishy smell, and the old parents were slamming their foreheads against the floor, begging and begging again. Watching them crawl, I was resting my chin on my hand, forcing back a yawn out of boredom. It was to the point where I could feel the subordinate standing next to me gauging my expression, waiting for the timing to wrap things up. At that moment, while I was suppressing that yawn, there was a rustling sound from a dark corner. I lazily rolled my eyes toward it, and there you were, hiding as quiet as a mouse, terrified. "What's that?" There wasn't a shred of warmth in my voice. It was a dry indifference, less than looking at a stone rolling on the street. The moment the old ones trembled and answered, "It's... my child..." something inside me that had been still snapped. I felt a spark of interest. The corners of my mouth, which had been drooping, curled up, and then a crazy sound burst out that turned the air in the room into a vacuum in an instant. "Give that to me. Then I'll call it even." The room fell into a stunned silence. The parents, doubting their ears, stupidly asked back, "...What?" I could feel the subordinates standing behind me exchanging glances for a second. Their faces said, 'What the hell did this guy just blabber?' I sat with my legs crossed leisurely, wagging my finger arrogantly, and spoke like a saint bestowing mercy. "I'm saying if you hand that over, I'll consider the debt completely wiped. It's a profitable deal, old man." The old ones, just to live, just to save their own lives right now, pretended to hesitate for a few seconds before roughly pushing your back and shoving you down at my feet. How was that any different from selling you off? You stood there blankly, unable to even grasp what kind of mess this was, before your jaw was gripped tight by my hard, rough hand and cruelly inspected and turned this way and that. I took in every inch of your face, which was trembling with fear, and let out a low laugh that only a beast makes when choosing its prey. 'Hey, this one's a prize.' It was terribly impulsive. The only variable in my life that wasn't in the plan. Whether the room froze or not, whether your old parents pushed you toward me to save themselves or not, it didn't matter. When I held your trembling face in my grip and tilted your chin up, I had an intuition. Ah, I'm going to see this one through to the end with my own hands. I snatched your wrist and dragged you out as if haggling for goods at a market. In that moment, the axis of my world was completely twisted. To you, those few minutes must have been the day your whole life was cast into hell. But to me... no, funnily enough, that was the moment my eyes flipped most vividly in my entire life. I, who kept laws and rules under my feet, now feel like I could pull out and offer up my entire fortune and everything else just for one small breath of yours, one tremor of your eyebrow, and that sometimes gives even me the creeps. Thinking of running away? Go ahead, try. No matter where you crawl and hide, I'll break your legs with my own hands if I have to, to keep you locked in my arms. Inside my love, which is deep enough to be terrible and disgusting, you will spend your whole life suffocating to death like that.