In an elementary school, in a certain classroom. The bell for dismissal had rung some time ago, so the classroom should have been empty, but it wasn't.

A few students, around seven years old, stood in the classroom with mocking looks in their eyes and wide smiles on their faces.

These students were gathered in a circle around a big, tall child, who was holding a school bag in his right hand, lifting it high. In front of him stood a much shorter child, jumping repeatedly, trying to reach it.

The short child, named Jung, said in a pleading voice: "Give it back to me...." He was in a pitiful state.

His whole body was covered in bruises, a result of a severe beating, while the rest of the students looked at him with smiling faces, enjoying what was happening to him. For him, it felt like hell.

But what could he do? He was weak, and this is what happens to the weak.

The tall child raised his left hand and slapped Jung, sending him to the ground.

"Ughhhh," Jung groaned in pain, and blood flowed from his mouth.

The tall child sneered: "Tsk...weak..."

Then he forcefully threw the bag in his hand at Jung, making him groan even more. After that, he turned towards the classroom door.

The tall child said to the other students: "Let's go..."

All the students left, leaving behind Jung lying on the floor, tears streaming from his eyes....

And so, Jung's life continued in elementary school. Every day, he was bullied and beaten by his classmates....

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Ten years later.

In high school, in the second classroom. The classroom door opened, and a medium-height student, wearing the school uniform, entered. It was Jung.

As soon as he entered, several whispers could be heard: "Hey, isn't that...?"

"Yeah, yeah, he's the one who got beaten up by Loko."

"Hahaha, that was entertaining...."

Jung lowered his head and walked to his desk without saying a word. His eyes were empty on the inside, swollen from crying on the outside...

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Ten years had passed, yet nothing had changed. He was still suffering every day, just as he did in elementary school....

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Two years later. Inside a certain store, there was a young man around nineteen years old. He wore a worker's uniform and was using a calculator to determine the price of some items.

Once he finished counting, he placed the items inside a plastic bag and handed them to the customer.

After the customer paid and was about to leave, Jung bowed his head slightly, then said: "Please visit our store again...."

Jung: "It seems that was the last one.... Well, I’ll close soon...."

Jung started walking around the store, preparing for closure, but suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring. He quickly headed to the store entrance to see the new customer, but as soon as he saw him, Jung’s gaze became vacant.

The customer said: "What? Aren’t you happy to see me?"

He then approached Jung and placed his hand on his shoulder.

He whispered in his ear: "As usual..."

Jung replied in a hollow and weak voice: "I-I'm sorry, but there are no cigarettes left...."

The customer tightened his grip on Jung's shoulder, causing him to clench his teeth.

The customer said angrily: "Haven't you had enough of being beaten yet...."

This customer always came by, demanding free cigarettes from Jung. If Jung refused, he would wait for him on his way home, then intercept him and beat him....

Jung replied in a fearful voice: "I'm... I'm really not lying...."

In truth, he wasn’t afraid; he had gotten used to it.

The customer sneered and said angrily: "Tch... I'll see you outside then."

He then turned and left.

Jung's gaze remained on the door for a while, before he closed his eyes and sighed sadly.

Even after he finished his studies and found a part-time job, he was still suffering....

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A year later. Jung stood on the rooftop of a building, a sad look on his face.

"I’m tired of this life..." Jung muttered in despair. Throughout his life, he had suffered from bullying and beatings, but he endured, believing that things would change someday, but they never did.

It's not that he didn’t try to resist; he did. But that only made things worse, and over time, he stopped doing anything, letting it all happen....

Jung climbed up onto the building’s rooftop wall, then looked down. Two faces appeared in his mind.

This made him say in a sorrowful voice: "I’m sorry, Mom, Dad...."

Jung took a deep breath, then jumped from the building’s rooftop....

"Ughhh..." Lying on the ground, this was all Jung could utter to express the crushing pain that overwhelmed him.

His bones were shattered, and blood flowed from his torn flesh.

'So this is death....' That was Jung's last thought before he lost consciousness.... He had died.

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"Voooooot" Jung heard an annoying sound, which forced him to open his eyes to find the source.

As soon as he opened his eyes, they were blinded by a bright blue light, forcing him to close them again.

This time, Jung opened his eyes slowly, resisting the blue light.

As soon as he saw the source of the light, his heart pounded with fear, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

Jung muttered in disbelief: "Impossible...."

In front of him, there was a floating blue screen, glowing intensely.

On the screen, it read: [Your body has been successfully reconstructed. Welcome to your new life].