God of Blackfield

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[I’ll kill them.
I’ll kill all the people that bullied me.]

 

‘Seriously, this bastard.
If you’re going to kill them, just kill them.
Why would you leave such evidence behind?’

Kang Chan decided to sit on the bed and slowly read it.

 

[I brought them money again today.
Even though I worked out so much, my heart was racing and I couldn’t breathe, so I couldn’t do it in the end.
Why am I like this? Am I really a fool? Why do I feel so anxious and struggle to breathe whenever I’m in front of them?]

 

‘What the heck? He was actually bullied by them or something?’

 

[Even though they knew I didn’t take Mi-Young’s photo, the other guys still insulted me.
Coward.
They did that on purpose.
I’ll kill them all.]

 

“Whew.”

Kang Chan closed the book and threw it next to the bed.
Suddenly, his craving for cigarettes became even more intense.

***

It took a week for Kang Chan to get used to living in the apartment.
Figuring out how to use the bidet and water purifier was fucking hard, but it was even harder learning how to use his smartphone.
Naturally, the appliance that helped him the most was the television.

During this period of time, Kang Chan refrained from speaking as much as possible; after eating his meals, he would sit in the living room and fiddle with the remote control, surfing through the channels and learning the ways of the world.

Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook would watch him.
Their faces showed determination, but their eyes betrayed their worries.

Kang Chan finally learned how to properly use a smartphone after a week.
Naturally, he had many other questions aside from that.

‘Let’s leave it.
I’ll figure it out one by one.’

However, he didn’t ask any more questions, because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words ‘mom’, or ‘mother’.

***

It took two weeks for Kang Chan to get somewhat used to his new life.
Unlike the first week, he mainly spent his second week browsing the computer and the internet, which was truly a whole new world for him.

However, while Yoo Hye-Sook was rather tolerant of him watching the television, she was particularly concerned about him using the computer.
That didn’t mean Kang Chan felt the same way, so he was able to experience the new world to his heart’s content by sleeping less.

***

After dinner, before going to bed, Kang Dae-Kyung sat across from Yoo Hye-Sook as he drank a cup of tea.

“Is he still on the computer?”

“I’m so worried about him.”

“Just let him be for now.
At least he came back to life.”

“I try to think of it that way, but it’s not working.
And as the days go by, the look in his eyes is becoming scarier and scarier, so it’s making me really worried as well.
What do you think?”

“Hmm.” Kang Dae-Kyung pursed his lips and exhaled heavily.
“I did feel the same way too.
Sometimes my heart sinks when I look into his eyes but… tsk, it’s probably because it was such a major accident that the shock and trauma haven’t gone away.
He’s our son who came back to life.
Let’s just be grateful for now.
Like what you said when he was in the intensive care unit—as long as he’s alive, we won’t worry about his academics or anything else ever again.
So let’s just be grateful for now, okay?”

Yoo Hye-Sook nodded with a helpless look on her face.

***

Kang Chan was sitting in front of the computer.
The contents of the African War from 2005 to 2007 were displayed on the screen.
However, Kang Chan couldn’t find anything particularly informative.
There were no records of the French mercenaries, and he couldn’t find anything by running a search on the short list of names.

“Let’s take one step at a time and slowly dig for information.”

In any case, Kang Chan wasn’t expecting to find something right away, so he took a deep breath and slowly typed in the next search term.

Buzzz—.

At that moment, his smartphone vibrated shortly.
It was the first time it had rang since he got it, so Kang Chan quickly picked up his phone.

It was a text message from a person named Lee Ho-Jun.

Buzzz— Buzzz— Buzzz—

Just as he was about to check the text, three more consecutive messages came in.

[Dickhead.
I heard you went home? But you didn’t bother reporting to me? Do you have a death wish? Call me now.]

[You know what happens when you ignore me, right? Stop fooling around and call me now.
Bring the money you owe from the past month too.]

[Hey! Are you not going to call me?]

Kang Chan looked at the text messages and smirked.
Whoever wanted to talk on the phone could just call the other party first, so he didn’t get why this guy was kicking a huge fuss, telling him to call.
And on the other hand, the content of the messages was hilarious.

‘They call themselves his parents and they don’t even know their son’s being treated like this?’ 

Buzzz—

[You motherfucker! Why the fuck did you delete the messages? Hurry up and download the messages.
Call me first.]

“I’m busy.”

Kang Chan decided to call Lee Ho-Jun first.
As soon as he tapped on the blue image that looked like a phone, an upbeat tune, similar to the ones played on the TV was heard.
However, the tune stopped immediately and curse words started pouring out.

— Hey! Kang Chan! You fucking bastard, you got a death wish?

Kang Chan couldn’t help but laugh.
It was the first insult he had heard in seven years.
If his unit members had heard about it, they wouldn’t have believed it.

— Did you just laugh? You fucker, did that fall knock your brains out?! Hey! Heeey! Aren’t you gonna say anything?!

“Lee Ho-Jun?”

— Yeah, you bastard.
Did you finally get your shit together? Answer me already, you fucker.
Hey! You got the money?

“What money?”

— Ha! Little dickhead, you really went cuckoo, huh? Did the doctors transplant you a pair of balls? Did they give you a bunch of courage pills, motherfucker?!

“Heh heh heh heh.”

— Did you really go insane, you bastard? Come out now!

“Kiddo, it’s nighttime now, so I’ll see you tomorrow.
Where do you want to meet?”

— Hey, you motherfucker!

“Hahahaha.”

Kang Chan laughed, finding Lee Ho-Jun very cute.
He wanted to leave the house right away to see what kind of person he was, but he didn’t want to explain to Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook why he was leaving the house late at night.

As Kang Chan laughed, Lee Ho-Jun went haywire, swearing hard at him.

“Stop cursing and call me tomorrow.”

Kang Chan hung up and switched off the phone immediately.

“Whew… How exactly did you live your life?”

Kang Chan shook his head while staring into the mirror hanging on one side of the room.

***

The next morning.

While having breakfast, Kang Chan saw an opportunity and broke the silence.

“I’ll be going out for a bit today.”

“Oh? Where to?”

Perhaps he was surprised that Kang Chan took the initiative to speak first—Kang Dae-Kyung asked him a question back in response, and Yoo Hye-Sook even stopped chewing and looked at him.

“I’m just going to meet with some friends and walk around.”

“Yeah! That’s a good idea.
You should do that.
I’ll be going to work, so get some pocket money from your mom and get some fresh air.”

“Yes.”

That was the end of the conversation, but excitement and concern lingered on Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook’s faces the entire time until they were done with their breakfast.

When Kang Chan went back to his room and turned on his phone, more than fifty messages flooded his inbox.

“Huehuehue.”

He was at a loss for words this time around, so he laughed.

After the phone was done vibrating from all the messages received, Kang Chan made a phone call.
Strangely, the other party didn’t answer.

“What’s with these people?” He looked at his phone and muttered to himself.

Buzzz—.

[Come to school before class is over.]

A short message popped up on his phone.