Weed finished the MT and re-entered Royal Road.
But he didn’t feel very good. It was entirely due to Seoyoon.
‘I was too careless.’
Weed had face several people.
The malicious humans.
At the core, all humans are parasites leeching off on others.
The weak align themselves with the strong, while being subservient to those who are stronger than them.
Those who fail to be careful and aren’t hesitant to hold back their trust are only susceptible to being exploited in the world.
The usual seeds of discord are sown once the family members can not receive much from the given salary.
The first salary he was going to receive for working was 600,000 Won; of course, that doesn’t even come close to the minimum cost of living.
But at that time, he greatly thrilled.
It was the first time he could be paid in full for cost of labor.
And with the money, he planned on going on a shopping spree to buy his sister and grandmother clothing.
He was purely delighted.
But even at that low wage, the president did not give the full amount to him.
Using the terms of condition, the ‘unemployment insurance’ or whatever, to take from him.
Saying ‘few fellow colleagues left the factory last month so being their unemployed self, each will reap 30,000 Won from you.’
At the end of all the ‘difficult calculations’ in order to pull few a few bucks back into the factory, he received a total of 450,000 Won.
They removed a whopping 150,000 Won.
The month after, the same thing happened.
By claiming it was for the ridiculous ‘the employment insurance of employing illegal minors;’ of course he did not know, so all that was left was to believe.
Only to find out later through other colleagues that he shivered from the feeling of betrayal!
The anger wasn’t just placed on the president.
It was also toward his fellow colleagues, whom kept on spitting speeches about him being the youngest and through cumbersome and hard work that he could make something of himself.
Knowing he had suffered the injustice from the president was one thing, but finding out that the people he worked with used these spiel to tease him was another thing entirely.
Weed well knew he was at the bottom.
Just like those gamblers, drunkards, and debtors, not a single hope to living life!
Then having fallen down the pit a second time, it was difficult having to climb up once again.
So he did not believe in anyone easily.
Lee Hyun was confident that through his own suffering, he had already seen the many sides of people. But contrastively, Seoyoon was the first being unique from those he saw.
The completed sculpture was in fact, not pretty.
Its level could be counted as a souvenir; although there was a bit of resemblance, it was difficult to capture the feel of Seoyoon in the real.
The lack of time, tools, materials, and the many thing weighted in his mind weren’t at all encouraging.
Filled with his sincerest intention, he placed it secretly in her pocket.
‘I’m repaying some of the debt I owe to you.’
As in the many sculptures he made of her candidly.
No secret could be kept forever; this was simply a gesture of concession on his part to show he conceded first if it someday will be discovered.
He wanted to make sure that at least in real life he wasn’t going to get beaten to death!
For dark gamers, a death within Royal Road directly correlated to the financial loss; but comparatively, it was comforting to the mind if it was just simply that out in the real world too.
By the way, the awoken Seoyoon wasn’t angry.
She remained silent just like from the events to the meals preparations. Sometimes while watching Lee Hyun her face blushed as well!
‘She’s still drunk huh? Nah, those look as if she’s angry.’
Lee Hyun was making speculation, but the reason was actually a simple one as for the why of Seoyoon's face.
‘I let him see me sleeping.’
Seoyoon was just a girl.