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“I’m Dokja.”
"Oh, are you an only child?"
"I am, but that isn't what I mean."
"Huh? Then?"
"My name is Dokja. Kim Dokja."
My father had given me that name so that I'd become a strong man even if I was on my own.
But thanks to that name, I just became a lonely teenager, who had graduated alone.
My mother had used the hanja for “reader”, which was way better than “only child”.
Mother had always brought me to the library when I was 5, why you may ask?
Well, because my father got “a little angry” every now and then, as Mother called it. But I knew better than that, she actually meant “abusive”, but I guess she needed to use a euphemism, for a little child.
In the library, I found a web novel, titled “Three Ways to Survive in the Apocalypse”, “TWSA”, or “Ways of Survival” for short.
I had actually found it by searching “how to survive” on the library computer, with my little baby hands. I thought that if I knew how to survive, then maybe Mother and I could escape together.
It was quite interesting, so I kept reading.
One fateful day, when I was 8, my father was especially aggressive, and Mother told me to stay in my room.
Of course, being the arrogant child that I was, I came out, fully prepared, gripping onto the knife until my knuckles turned white.
“Kim Dokja! Didn’t I tell you to stay in your room?!”, Mother screamed at me.
“Oh, so we’re now one big happy family, huh? What about I kill both of you and then kill myself after, huh?!”
I had planned for this years ago, since I was 5. I rushed forward.
He slipped on a bottle. It was like some kind of outer god was helping me. Kind of like how constellation sponsors helped their incarnations.
He fell right on top of the knife. Due to my size, I fell down as well, but my plan succeeded. He was dead.
Even though I was the killer, Mother took the blame and got arrested. I could never repay her for that. I miss my mother.
END OF PROLOGUE