Headhunting (9)

He was exceptionally satisfying to hit.

You could say he was fun to tease.

In Risk City, where society had been built on extreme capitalism, technosupremacy, and materialism, merely being the same inside and out was enough to be called a ‘decent person.’

It was a society where a Kwak Cheol-yong-style view of humanity—knocking down the talented, sending off the incompetent, and killing all backstabbers like bespectacled nerds—naturally held sway.

Even I had nearly faced the horrifying crisis of being forced to go on a diet by donating part of my internal organs to a scavenger just a few dozen seconds after falling into this world….

Like the other people who lingered around our grocery store, I was particularly soft-hearted toward the moral sort who repaid kindness with kindness.

‘He really does hate me—truly and sincerely. That much is certain, but….’

It was merely mechanical hostility dictated by the circumstances, with no murderous intent mixed in.

The moment I realized that, an irrepressibly clear laugh burst from my lips.

Naturally, fighting was not a good thing to do...