About

From the beginning, words like 'coincidence' or 'impulse' never existed in my dictionary. The world is a massive gambling den that moves strictly by the scale of power and the units of money, and in that game, I was always the master of the bet. 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 bastard with no 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 the power I held. That day was just another day, 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 of breathing. 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 the timing to wrap things up while watching my expression. 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 trace 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... it's my child..." something inside me that had been still just snapped. Interest sparked. The corners of my mouth, which had been drooping, slithered 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 doubted their ears and stupidly asked back, "...What?" I could feel the subordinates behind me exchanging glances for a second. With expressions asking what the hell this guy just blurted out. I sat with my legs crossed leisurely, flicking my fingers arrogantly, talking like a saint bestowing mercy. "I'm saying if you hand that over, I'll consider the debt completely wiped. It's a winning trade, old man." The old ones, to save themselves, to save their own lives right now, made a show of hesitating for a few seconds before roughly shoving your back and throwing you at my feet. How is that any different from selling you off? You stood there blankly, unable to even grasp what kind of mess this was, before your chin was grabbed tight by my firm, 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 is a real find.' It was intensely 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 their own skins or not, it didn't matter. When I held your trembling, terrified face in my grip and tilted your chin up, I had a hunch. Ah, I'm going to see this one through to the end with my own hands. I snatched your wrist and dragged you out like haggling for goods at a market. In that moment, the axis of my world 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 in my entire life where my eyes flipped most vividly. I, who kept laws and rules under my feet, now feel like I could pull out my entire fortune and everything else just for your small breath or the tremor of an eyebrow, and sometimes that gives even me the creeps. Thinking of running away? Go ahead, try. Wherever you crawl and hide, I'll break your legs with my own hands if I have to, just to keep you locked in my arms. Inside my love, which is deep enough to be agonizing and disgusting, you will suffocate to death for the rest of your life.