“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The entire world cheered loudly.

Minhyuk, with his black suit and swept up bangs, stood at the center of the stadium. This was not an image projected on the screens, but Minhyuk’s figure in reality. He looked around the huge stadium where he stood alone before looking down at his hands and thinking, ‘This is where I should be.’

Although Minhyuk had reached his target weight of seventy five kilograms, his fight against his eating addiction was far from over. Besides, reaching this weight was largely attributed to the medicine that he took before and was only a temporary stop gap measure to his disease. A single moment of carelessness and he might just go over the hundred kilogram range once again. Minhyuk believed that he would only be completely free of this disease once the voices that shouted ‘Eat, go on. Eat.’ disappeared from his head.

And if those voices truly disappeared then…

‘I might be able to continue running to the top.’

Although he appeared as someone that did not care about power and was totally in disregard of authority, to the point that he looked like he wanted to divide and share his merits with his friends and family, Minhyuk was still a man. Yes, he was still someone that wanted to stand at the peak of the world, and be the object of people’s admiration. And perhaps, at this very moment, Minhyuk might have reached that dream.

Minhyuk lifted his fist silently, yet proudly.

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