Chapter 1 – Hero Number – 163417413
I had always promised myself that if I were to commit suicide, I’d jump into the sea.
Why?
It causes the least trouble for others. The cleanup is clean too.
Look at other suicides. What crime did the bystanders commit to see a corpse looking like a burst tomato? What crime did the firefighters commit to clean up a body fermented like aged kimchi in a room? [TL/N: Kimchi is a traditional Korean side dish.]
“… Ugh.”
In that sense, there’s one suicide method I absolutely detest and show zero sympathy for. It’s jumping in front of moving vehicles.
To put it bluntly, this is pure social evil.
What crime did the driver commit to suddenly become a murderer? Especially for professional drivers, there’s even a risk of losing their jobs. To make matters worse, roads get blocked and traffic paralyzed. It’s giving many people headaches just because you want to end your life.
I think such people, no matter how pitiful their lives are, shouldn’t expect any sympathy.
They deserve mockery and criticism. Yes.
“Ah… uh… kuh… urk.”
So when I die, I’ll throw myself into the sea where no one knows.
Life comes and goes empty-handed anyway. How clean would it be to disappear without anyone knowing I existed in this world?
I always promised myself. That’s exactly how I would die.
“You… uh!”
But.
Someone like me.
Who would have thought I’d die by getting hit by a car.
“This… damn… bit…”
Through my blood-red vision, I see the blurry figure of a woman. She had dark blonde hair that seemed to emit its own light and wore a pure white dress.
She looked down at me dying on the crosswalk, smiling brightly.
Her leisurely demeanor amid the chaos created a suffocating sense of dissonance. It was as if she alone existed in a different world.
“Now then, please work hard from now on. Hero number 163417413.”
She says this while waving her hand casually. I tried to open my mouth to retort, but I was wrong.
I couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone speak.
I’m dying.
So this is what dying feels like.
I felt it deep in my bones with my whole body.
I,Park Jeong-yong Age 24. Rest here.
“Hey! Are you okay?! Try to stay conscious!”
“Call an ambulance!”
“Does anyone know CPR?!”
“Kyaaah! What is this!”
The commotion around me transmitted through the ground.
My head was pounding unbearably. I desperately wanted to tell everyone to shut up, but at the same time, I felt incredibly sorry to the people gathered around.
To everyone who was having a normal morning. I’m sorry for showing you such an awful sight.
I’m sorry for causing traffic congestion. If you’re late to work, tell them the truth about some crazy person jumping into red light traffic and curse me together. We’re all living in the same world, can’t you be understanding?
And most of all, to the driver who hit me. This isn’t your fault. When they check the dashcam, even the insurance company will curse me out as a bastard. Just in case, please make sure to get psychological counseling.
I pray for your well-being and happiness.
Just as I was recalling all the crimes I had committed by dying.
Consciousness became increasingly sticky.
Falling. Being sucked in.
Darkness.
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