I Became The Sword Of The Sword-Obsessed Male Lead (18 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 41

Embarrassingly, I’ve occasionally wished misfortune upon others.

I once prayed that those who tormented me without reason would suffer at least as much pain as I did.

Friends who threw stones at me, calling me a parentless child; my homeroom teacher who told me that, since I had no parents, my lack of manners was to be expected—even when I was the one unjustly bullied.

I was so full of hatred that I made a wicked prayer.

Leaning against the squeaky iron bed in the orphanage, I clasped my hands tightly and earnestly begged toward the sky:

[“Please, just let them suffer even a fraction of what I’ve endured.”]

I don’t know if that prayer was ever answered.

Afterward, I transferred schools and never saw those children or the teacher again.

I wasn’t a good child.

I wasn’t gentle enough to quietly accept the bullying, and I truly wished that those who tormented me would suffer just as I had.

But one thing is certain:

I never wanted to actually witness my wish coming true.

“My goodness, what on earth is going on?”

“I’m so scared—poisoned?!”

The mansion had been in an uproar since early morning.

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