Chapter 1 Part1 (2/2)

I could only laugh as I watched my crops burn. It's been a year since my parents died. It's been only a year, and our feudal lord just decided to give me a big f.u.c.k you… rather, he gave the country a big f.u.c.k you.

A gold mine was found on the borders between our nation and some other nation, and that place happened to be close to our fief.

Our lord, after getting several suggestions from his subordinates, decided to conquer the mines. He defeated the troops stationed there by a fief lord from a different country.

Right. So far, this seems to be all good. But the fief lord became overexcited by taking over the gold mines, and charged into the country across the border!

The fact of the matter was, that country across the border happened to be the empire, the strongest nation in the continent. Our fief lord, who had believed that his army had been blessed by the G.o.ds, got got pathetically killed by the enemy. At the same time, the empire took this as a declaration of war, and attacked the nation the very next day. They managed to topple the capital in two months.

Ah, by the way, the sea of flames in front of me was caused by the empire, who decided to make an example out of those who acted out against the empire. They set fire to the lands of our fief, and my land happened to be in it. That's right. Farming just went to s.h.i.+t! Fall was still quite far away, but I couldn't farm using just ashes!

”Kuh!”

That's why, that's why the reason why I became a gangster was because of the world! I wanted peace, but the world didn't let me have it!

Ah, and by the way, I'm not one of those loan sharks or anything. I just mug people.

I have no idea if this is really a good thing or not, but the nation I lived in ended up getting split into seven pieces. Originally, the empire took only a fourth of the nation, but the king ended up getting into a coma from shock, and the princes ended up fighting for the throne. A count even managed to join the battle for power at some point. In any case, at a time like this, a lot of people decided to either turn into bandits or thieves. I had pretty decent sword skills, so I decided to earn cash from that. I was thinking of going to the empire once I had enough cash.

I teamed up with one or two people, and sometimes collaborated with other groups I shared info with to raid some villages. Sometimes I got together with some old bandits and a n.o.ble to beat up some n.o.bles as well.

Once I earned enough money like this, and began searching for a smuggler to get me into the empire, someone came to meet me.

”How is it?”

I was being scouted. Hoho, I remember working myself to the bone, close to the point where I actually died in the past. Even then, I wasn't scouted because I had no talent at what I did. I do some bad things, and whazam, someone comes to get me in a red carpet. From the biggest evil organization in the empire at that.

”The pay is pretty good.”

”Incentives are nice as well.”

”Seems pretty dangerous.”

”Well, it's similar to what you're doing now.”

”Do I have to kill myself if they tell me to do so?”

”Yes. You just need to be careful, though.”

I need to really put my life on the line. But unlike my previous life in h.e.l.lish Korea, the pay was actually good. Enough to make me want to risk my life.

”I'll do it.”

Like this, I, a to-be fifteen year old, joined an evil organization.

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