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The world is in chaos.

I’m still not sure if what I see now is correct.

However, people living in the world live without any particular problems.

No one points this out.

People are just living faithfully in today’s world.

So I guess I’m the problem.

The guy who ran away from smoking in the alley over there is 21.

The man next door who came to get side dishes is 110.

That damn cat mom is 56.

no.

Just went up one more to 57.

And the red numbers that go up with the lion’s head.

What is this?

What is it?

Those are the numbers above those people’s heads.

Do you know what this means?

I don’t know.

***

Second year of middle school.

A time of storm and stress, a time rich in sensitivity.

And the main production period of dark history that can make you kick the blanket every time you sleep in life.

That’s when I first started seeing this crap.

Black numbers going up in real time.

And the red number in parentheses right next to it.

The number may be different for each person, but it is the same for everyone.

Except me.

Even if you ask someone outright, the only response you get is, ‘What is this idiot?’

Okay, so let’s think about it.

One day, something started appearing above people’s heads.

And that too, only for my eyes.

I got the feeling just by looking at it.

The main character of the Hunter novel ‘Only I Can See’ is Gak.

When you think of a protagonist with a middle school syndrome, what comes to mind?

Yes, that’s right.

‘Ah, I can’t stand the status screen.’

As soon as I got home, I took out the scarf I used to wear in the winter and wrapped it around me like a muffler.

Then, looking in the mirror, I struck a pose and started shouting at the top of my lungs.

“Status Window!!!”

“Status!!!”

“System!!!”

After a while of fussing, what appeared instead of the status window I was desperately hoping for was none other than my parents.

The two of them looked at me with serious expressions and then finally started to cry.

Then, all of a sudden, they took me somewhere in a hurry.

Amusement park?

No, a mental hospital!

“How did you come here?”

“……What?”

In the end, what I received was not a coincidence or a new awakening ability, but an early diagnosis of mental illness.

That was during my second year of middle school.

I wanted to vent my frustrations to someone.

Honestly, hasn’t everyone said something like, ‘Whoa! The black flame dragon on my left arm is running wild!’ at least once?

I’m just similar.

Then, I happened to find a former hunter living next door and complained to him.

okay.

I admit it.

I am a complete idiot.

Of all people, I said it to that kid.

Thanks to that, I became a real idiot certified by Hunter.

The second-year middle school syndrome that had been burning like a flame died down in an instant.

Since then I stopped caring about numbers.

Because I haven’t seen anything good anyway.

The only achievement I have gained is that my interactions with the man next door have increased since I received certification as a disabled person.

“Sir, why do you split my head when you see me? It’s like splitting my head.”

“I feel like a retard whenever I look at you.”

An old man who looked like a perfect unemployed man was looking at me and smiling broadly.

“Hunters are people too, so there must be at least one idiot.”

“Where’s that idiot kid who openly shouts ‘Status Window!!!’? He’s here!”

“You fucking idiot.”

I was pissed, but I didn’t attack.

No matter how rotten he is, he’s still a hunter.

But what if I just get hit?

Ah, this is a sweet potato.

It’s an angle that gets off from the start.

“Be careful with the pot. It will break soon.”

“Say whatever you want. It won’t hurt anything.”

okay?

“Today, I will only serve codfish stew for side dish.”

“I’m sorry.”

Where are you talking, you piece of shit.

There was one peculiar thing I learned while spending time with the old man.

The point is that, contrary to his appearance of living carelessly, he often acts in advance.

Let’s take an example.

On a day when you suddenly bring an umbrella, a sudden downpour that wasn’t in the forecast starts.

On days when you suddenly bring a shopping cart, there is a surprise special discount at the mart.

Once or twice, you can just pass it off as a coincidence.

But what if this happens again?

From then on, it is an area of doubt.

“Why does Mr. Sage take action so often?”

“You’ll know when you experience it.”

One day I went there and asked him in person, but all I got in return was empty talk.

“Oh, you’re twisting things strangely.”

“Your life is twisted. Are you in a mental hospital because of second-year middle school syndrome? Aren’t you going to commit suicide?”

“개새끼야.”

“Anyway, you’ll find out soon enough.”

The old man who had been saying vague things suddenly got up from his seat, took an unopened CD out of the bookshelf, and handed it to me.

“This is a gift. This is the best porn I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“No, this is new. What kind of masterpiece is this?”

“…..I already saw it.”

“…? Well, I understand.”

The old man who kept avoiding eye contact looked anxious today.

However, at a young age like now, each and every pornographic video is like an oasis in the desert.

I brought it here carefully, keeping it in my bosom, in case it got hurt.

And now it’s the middle of the night, and my parents are fast asleep.

I started playing porn quietly in the dark for a secret and erotic experience.

Now it’s the familiar warning message and boring opening.

But I endure it.

Patience is the best seasoning.

After a short but long time, a woman was finally captured in the center of the screen.

and.

It’s crazy.

I’m alive, so I’m going to die…

I saw myself signing the paper with a grave expression on my face in my head.

Sign it!

This is truly a masterpiece!

I started to lean closer to the screen to get a closer look.

I was sure it would be a great experience as there were no mosaics.

And that was the biggest mistake of my life.

…..?

grandma?

….Why is grandma there?

The unrecognizable reality, the cruel reality that must not be recognized, is clearly engraved in my mind.

Suddenly, the me who was signing in my head started to commit suicide.

ah.

Amy.

What the fuck.

◦ ◦ Ahhh !!!!!!!!

My parents woke up to my screams and ran out of the room in a start.

But that doesn’t mean I can tell it as it is.

Say you screamed while watching a porn video with your grandmother in it.

Your parents will guide you with warm hands.

To a mental hospital, that is.

Two mental hospitalizations before becoming an adult?

Each, each.

Fucking suicide.

I told my parents, who were looking at me with suspicious eyes, that there was a cockroach.

As my parents, still unable to shake off their doubts, reluctantly returned to the bedroom, I quietly lay down in bed and tried to sleep.

But the wounds deeply engraved in my mind do not allow me to sleep.

no.

This isn’t just a wound.

abyss.

An abyss into which no human should ever set foot.

The abyss must be sealed and sunk down into the abyss.

But then I broke the seal and stepped out.

It’s just touching a taboo.

And the price was dire.

The abyss was nestled in my head, writhing and showing off its presence.

This is really fucked up.

The abyss’ mere presence began to slowly eat away at my sanity.

The worn-out spirit soon became a fertile fuel for anger, and anger turned the tip of the sword against the mastermind of this situation.

‘You fucking idiot… guard your head. I’m really going to kill you.’

It was a moment that unintentionally determined my life’s goal.