Chapter 1: The Poor Hero Chapter 1 - The Poor Hero I hated poverty. Then again, was I the only one who hated it? Under the skies of capitalism, everyone probably wants to be rich. Someone once said. To live gratefully for what you've been given. Bullshit. In my childhood, the only thing I was given was severe poverty. I was 8 years old...
Chapter 1: The Poor Hero Chapter 1 - The Poor Hero I hated poverty. Then again, was I the only one who hated it? Under the skies of capitalism, everyone probably wants to be rich. Someone once said. To live gratefully for what you've been given. Bullshit. In my childhood, the only thing I was given was severe poverty. I was 8 years old. My father took me and my younger brother to the stationery store in front of the school. “Kids! Pick whatever you want!” It was unexpected. Because my father was the type of man who trembled over a single 100-won coin. In any case, it was clear that this wasn't an everyday opportunity. After all, it was Children's Day. With an exclamation of ‘Wa-!!’, my younger brother ran towards where the dinosaur toys were. I stood quietly and scanned the stationery stor
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