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Well, it was time to talk about my defeat. I had only played the role of a protagonist and a hero so far, but now, I became a villain who had to be taken down.0

Until now, losing was not something I could accept because one defeat was fatal for me. If I had been defeated, the slum would have been engulfed in flames and completely burned down. My defeat meant the fall of the empire, gangho, and so on…0

In this case, however, my defeat didn’t mean destruction. This was new. Finally, this was the story where I had to lose. The story could reach the ending only when I[1] met my fall.0

[Your immersion level is 100%.]0

But I[2] was strong and thoroughly cunning. 2

I didn’t know how other people remembered their school days. Were they happy and fun? Was their classroom small enough to embellish everything that happened there because of the ignorance and excuses of childhood mistakes, only to paint the past in pretty sepia as time passed?0

I was a little more clever and cunning than them. Maybe there was no one like me in other schools. Or perhaps people didn’t really remember a person like me, but I existed. 0

Falsely accusing or actually framing a classmate. Threatening classmates to silence them. If you were a person who remembered doing all of these things, you were my comrade. At least you would be able to know that I existed. If I was lucky, you would understand me. 0

Yes, while other students were defenselessly tinkering away with their so-called school days, we easily hunted down foolish prey.0

Our hunting was stealthy, so people didn’t remember. With our proficiency, we kept our hunts a secret. However, most people ended up understanding our hunt in the exact opposite way. They called us immature, not smart enough to engage in advanced hunting.0

Who were they calling not smart enough? Who? Us? How ridiculous!...0