"I am tired…
What I want in this life… I do not know.
Truly, I do not know the reason for which I live.
Everyone has their own dreams…
But me… I do not.
I have no dream… no goal in this life.
I want to find it…
But I don't know how.
Or the way to reach it.
Is it hard?
Then… it is impossible.
O, foolish fate…
How do you expect me to strive for a dream…
When even knowing it is an impossibility?
So how…?
How do you expect me to defy the impossible?
Haha…
Hahaha…
Haaaaaa…
I am human…
How can you push a human into the unknown…
And expect them to keep moving?
Ah…
Just the thought of it… exhausts me.
If I move toward it… I will perish."
Kim was fighting…
Against a horde of creatures…
On one of the planets.
After rage had consumed him…
Those previous words echoed from within his mind.
As for his body…
It was detached from his consciousness.
His mind wandered elsewhere…
While his body…
Followed the path of survival.
A path he learned…
In the world of the void.
That world where only one law reigned:
**"Survival is only for the strongest."**
Therefore…
Despite the distractions…
His body fought on…
Just as it did there.
Survival is for the strongest…
So, I must live.
The method does not matter…
Loss does not matter…
Even fighting dishonorably does not matter…
Only the one who survives…
Becomes the winner.
Therefore…
I will survive.
I will win.
I will not… I will not die here.
I am the final victor.
But—
There was a glimpse…
That escaped his eyes…
And reached his mind.
He saw…
A group of people.
Insulting him.
Some…
Throwing explosives at him.
But…
His mind…
Could not comprehend what it saw.
It translated the scene…
Differently.
Words escaped his mouth…
Harsh…
And sorrowful.
What he actually saw… were people screaming to kill him.
But what reached him…
Was bullying.
Insults.
Hatred.
Contempt.
Looks…
That mirrored the past.
Some were seizing his weapons…
But he thought…
They were stealing his belongings…
Just as it used to happen in school.
Bullying…
Was what he feared most.
And the gazes of others…
Were his torment.
We, as humans, are different.
I agree with this.
As a person like you…
Not just as Kim…
But as Kim…
And a writer…
And other humans who ache.
We are humans, my brothers…
Why all this malice?
And this hatred for others?
Why?
Because he was once like you…
A failure…
Then he boarded the train of success?
So you try with all desperation…
To derail his journey?
Why?
Is he not your friend?
And even if he isn't…
I know you will say this.
But…
Do not betray anyone.
It is a wretched feeling.
I tell you this…
Because I have tasted from this cup.
And it is painful.
My brother…
If you did not consider him a friend…
Then why did you stay with him?
You have every right to say…
That you were his friend…
Only for exploitation.
To take what benefits you.
For we are not purely clean.
We are all tainted.
No one is pure.
There are no angels here.
We have all sinned…
But the difference is…
There are those who stopped.
And those who persisted.
We are merely tools…
We exploit…
And we are exploited.
But—
If you consider the person…
Who considered you a friend…
To be a tool…
Then do not leave him…
Broken.
Do not make him regret…
That he once called you a brother.
If you are today…
The hand that moves the puppets on the stage…
You do not know what tomorrow holds.
The tides may turn…
And you become the stage…
Upon which the puppets move…
And trample you.
"Why do you block my path?
Why do you bully me?
I have done nothing to you…
Have I?
I, more than anyone, know…
That I am a failure.
So…
I do not need you to tell me this.
Amidst your laughter…
And your mockery of me.
I never asked you…
To accept me.
So…
Leave me alone.
Please."
His tears…
Were flowing.
Like a dry valley in the past…
That has now become…
A sea that the waters cannot contain.
The strange thing in this scene…
Was that the inhabitants of that planet…
Were in shock.
A person invading their world…
But—
He was…
Like a child.
What was most shocking…
Were his words.
And his weeping.
And here…
They understood.
That this boy…
Was not born for evil.
Nor for killing for pleasure.
Rather—
He was a victim of circumstance.
He committed no fault.
The fault…
Was this brutal world…
That created him.
And the people…
Who did not help him.
They abandoned him…
Hated him…
Tortured him…
In the darkness.
In hell.
No one saved him.
Therefore…
He learned to survive…
At any cost.
The heroes…
In that world… tried
To stop him. To help him.
But—
No one could…
Defeat him.
Amidst his diverse destructive skills…
And his terrifying power.
Kim…
Had become a force…
That rivaled the rulers of worlds.
**He who was born in darkness…
Beholds the light…
As pure evil.**