Episode 101 – Gray Memories

My head hurt. It seemed like several hours had passed, but I was still hearing a strange noise ringing in my head. It’s like eating ice cream in a hurry and giving you a headache. Did you call this an ice pick headache? It was a question the PE teacher asked the main character in the game, so I vaguely remembered it.

First, because he killed a person in front of many people, he was briefly imprisoned in a dungeon. The prince and Ricardo all reassured me not to worry. Irina Camellia couldn’t even come in, and Glaceon had to be investigated separately because she was an important reference.

From what I’ve heard, it seems that the girls that Hun-i was with had a lot of shit going on in their families and clans. It was glases or butter stir -fried, and they were from the horns. They insisted that I be charged with murder, and that I should be sentenced to death for having so horribly killed an innocent person.

However, I heard that my side is overwhelmingly advantageous because my back is bigger. Following the crown prince, the Winterheart family and the Carven family… I heard that even some wizards who follow Werner joined in. To be honest, it was almost a miracle that a fight could be established.

“hahahaha fuck…”

I was starting to get tired of playing with the air with the little pebbles that were rolling around the prison floor. It wasn’t the first time he’d killed people, and it wasn’t the first time he’d turned them into pieces of meat like that. I was just worried about being a little thirsty and overly bored.

To some extent, when Hoon stood in the arena, wouldn’t he have been prepared to die? So I didn’t do anything wrong.

There was no color in the prison. From the iron bars, gray walls and floors to the black darkness visible through the bars. Old memories came back to me at the sight, as if I had become colorblind.

I mean the days when I first encountered color, trapped in a dry gray space.

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I was an orphan. At the subway station, I held a plastic basket and bowed my head to ask for a single coin, and if I was given a thousand won or ten thousand won from time to time, I considered it as a life saver. Maybe because I was young at the time, people sympathized with me and sometimes gave me food or clothes.

But the rules there were cruel. Drunk homeless people were aiming for my basket, and I had to fight back every time. By kicking his testicles, gouging him in the eye, or hitting his head with a stone or brick.

I renewed the record sales of 33,200 won a day, and I was excited about buying the most expensive lunch box at a nearby convenience store. However, the homeless man who was doing business that day threatened me with a bottle of soju.

I obediently handed him the basket, and he started counting the money. I hit him in the back of the head with the soju bottle he had put down, and stabbed him in the neck with the broken soju bottle. The dusty clothes turned bloody before I knew it, and on the way to the convenience store, I thought I should get new clothes from the clothes collection box, so I immediately moved on.

“Little boy, where did you learn that?”

For a moment, I thought it was fucked up. I’ve had this happen a couple of times before, and each time I was taken to an orphanage. Of course, I always ran away from such a chicken coop because I didn’t like it.

“Your uncle doesn’t know.”

“Are you very hungry, kid?”

“Can’t you tell by looking at my tail?”

“Then follow him. At least you won’t be hungry.”

I knew that resisting was meaningless, so I decided to follow him. They will be sent to the nearby police station anyway, and sent to an orphanage or something. Even so, it was enough to run away.

But the car passed the police station, and he started questioning me.

“How old are you little boy?”

“I do not know.”

“What’s the kid’s name?”

“I do not know.”

“Do you have any family or relatives?”

“If there was such a thing, would you be doing this right now?”

“Ha ha ha… perfect.”

The man smiled cheerfully and handed me a bottle of water.

“Aren’t you thirsty? Drink.”

I drank the water as it was in an atmosphere where it seemed that if I didn’t drink that water somewhere, something big would happen. I drank the water that wet my thirsty throat and passed out.

When I opened my eyes, I estimated that there were hundreds of children of the same age as me, and I, dumbfounded, started looking around while sitting on a hard metal chair.

It was just as gray there as it is now. The walls, the floor, and the people around him were all gray.

The adults who dragged us into the gray area started beating us up.

Some children were bleeding from their heads, while others had broken or bruised teeth. I too had a nosebleed and my lips were torn. The grown-ups told us that the beatings had just killed us and that we were born again.

And he said he would give us a new name. The horse was our name, although it only gave us a name tag with a number on it. My number was 204.

“Now then, I will call the two at the same time, so the people called at the same time will become partners and live together from now on! Eat together, sleep together, train together, and don’t forget that all future missions are together! “

And they gave us silver bracelets. It was a bracelet with our numbers on it.

They then started calling numbers, and finally my turn came.

“Nos. 200 and 204!”

As I went forward, a girl with black hair walked out with a smile. I didn’t know what was so good about being locked up in such a crappy facility. That smile, which was the only one shining in a space where grays were gathered, was annoying.

The adults led us to a room with the number [200204] written on it.

“From now on, this is the room you guys will be staying in. Just in case you make a fuss and punish accordingly, so keep that in mind.”

I roughly nodded, but the girl answered brightly, even raising her hand.

“Yes!”

Confined to this kind of crappy facility, we want to know what’s good… The adult who brought us locked us in a room with two old beds as the only interior and left. The girl turned her head and held out her hand to me with the same smile as before.

“Hi, was it number 204? Nice to meet you! I’m number 200! We’re best friends from today, right?”

For a moment, I didn’t know what bullshit the girl was talking about, so I replied bluntly.

“What’s your best friend? Tell me so I can understand.”

“So… the best of friends! Soulmates! Jajangmyeon and fried dumplings! SpongeBob and Tungyi! Red and Green! Loopy and Zoro!”

“I understand my friend, but what are the things that come after it? Red? Green? Spongebob? Fat?”

“Don’t you know that?”

“I don’t know about that. And I have no desire to be friends with you.”

At the time, I was a bit picky, so I treated him coldly. However, the girl constantly talked to me while dipping hard bread into lukewarm soup at mealtime, during free time, and even at bedtime after lights out.

“I’m going to be fucking noisy.”

“Oh my gosh, are you going to say such a bad word to a cute girl like me?”

“Really fuck, do all sorts of things, really.

“Wow, you’re good at swearing!”

200 times said that and started to clap claps. If you hear swearing, do you return it with swearing, or do you rush at it with punches?

“Ugh, don’t talk, a bastard bitch…”

“Isn’t my name a fucking bitch?”

“Then what is it?”

“two hundred.”

“Asshole, that’s our number.”

What’s good about being called by a number, not by something?

“It’s our new name. That’s why I think it’s a relief that it’s prefixed with ‘.’

“What do you mean…”

“So let’s think of numbers like our names… That’s it! Well, I had an old name too, but I like the new one too!”

“Yes, you like yourself a lot.”

“Why is that, Baeksa?”

“What?”

Originally, I didn’t have a name, but I was dumbfounded when he suddenly called me by a strange name.

“This is our last name, and my name is Baek and you are Baeksa. How do you like it?”

The idea was also very simple. Numbers 200 and 204 were surnames, followed by Baek and Baeksa.

“Yeah, what a fucking idea.”

“Hmm, if you don’t like it, can I name it myself? Hmm… Chun-sik? Dae-sik? Du-sik? Man-sik?”

“I hate them all. I hate them so much. And why do they all have the letter ‘sik’ at the end?”

“… Um, isn’t that cute?”

“Oh, just get some sleep, please.”

“I don’t like it, I’ll keep talking next to you until you put your name on it.”

On the way to the facility, I just slept, but I was very tired because there was a lot of work that day and Li Bai stressed me out in many ways.

“Just call me Baeksa, damn it.”