Ten Million Psychopath Actor

1. Even a psychopath comes to his senses when the earthen pot is broken several times

Looking back, I don’t think I was very impressed with anything that happened around me since I was young.

By the time I was 6 years old, when I was thinking for myself.

My parents, who were worried about me, who were particularly talkative and expressionless, drove me to the hospital and got into a car accident.

And like a common cliché in third-rate movies, only I survived and my parents died.

Even then, it seems that the annoyance and annoyance of ‘What will happen to me in the future?’ was greater than the feeling of sadness.

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None of my relatives would take care of me, and they were busy fighting among themselves over the property left by my parents.

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Naturally, I was sent to an orphanage.

I was 7 years old then.

Always expressionless and unable to express emotions, I was not a very attractive child for adoption.

As a result, I was always watching other children being adopted, and to make matters worse, I became the target of my sister-in-law, a middle school student who was working as an alley leader at an orphanage, and began to be bullied for no reason.

“I really don’t like this kid. What do you believe in and stretch out like that?”

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I didn’t really care at first, but the constant bullying got annoying.

So I thought.

I’m going to kill my brother-in-law.

Since he was still weaker than his sister-in-law, he wondered how to kill him.

The process was quite enjoyable.

Hiding behind a window on the 3rd floor of a building, he tried to hit the head by pushing a potted plant, but failed due to a miss.

I secretly put the broken blade into the pocket of my sister-in-law’s pants, but it failed with only a finger torn.

I put the snake I caught from the back mountain in my sister-in-law’s school bag, but it failed because it wasn’t a poisonous snake.

Realizing what I had done, my sister-in-law beat me severely, but I didn’t care.

Even though he was beaten, he smiled thinking only about how to completely get rid of his sister-in-law.

At some point, my sister-in-law started avoiding me and later cried and apologized on her knees saying she was wrong.

I felt sorry for not being able to kill him, but I didn’t care anymore because I didn’t bother him anymore.

Then one day

“Oh, are you Kyuhan? You seem to be listening well~”

A young couple came to the orphanage to adopt me, and as if I was sold in an instant, I went for adoption.

I found out later, but the couple went to the head of the orphanage and asked for a ‘non-talkative and obedient child’.

It was only later that I found out that they had adopted me for additional points on housing subscriptions, but it didn’t matter too much.

However, due to the increasing violence for no reason, I had no choice but to think of escaping for survival, and eventually ran out of the house and wandered aimlessly.

What can a 7-year-old child do by running barefoot in a cold society?

When I was crouching in an alley exhausted from starvation while wandering the streets, I caught the eyes of a monk who was going around restaurants to give alms.

“What are you doing here?”

Knowing that I was an orphan wandering without a home, the monk took me to a temple called Doseonsa Temple, claiming that this was also a fate.

“Your kid is not meant to be a middle schooler. If you leave it outside, it will cause trouble, so stay here and help with chores.”

This is what the head monk, the biggest adult of Doseonsa Temple, said as soon as he saw me.

That’s how I was able to stay at the temple while helping with various chores within the temple.

The head monk had me enrolled in a branch school at the foot of the mountain, saying that if you want to be a person, you must go to school, and I spent the past six years going back and forth between the temple and the school.

After receiving the teachings of various monks for six years, I was able to clearly realize that I was different from ordinary people.

I was ‘deficient’ in everything.

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No stimulation could give me great inspiration, and I was firm in the idea that if there was anything that bothered my eyes, getting rid of it was the most efficient and quick way.

As a result, I couldn’t make friends properly even while attending school, and no one tried to approach me except for the monks.

Then one day, from the summer of the year I turned 14, I had a ‘first dream’ that completely changed my life.

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No, is that a real dream?

In my dream, I was a 7-year-old, and information about that child’s life began to flow into my head.

It was a truly bizarre experience.

Being the first child I have ever seen, I shared all of his thoughts and feelings, but I couldn’t control my actions again.

It’s like being possessed by a character that has already been programmed.

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In a dream, 7-year-old Lee Hyeon became an orphan after his parents died due to an infectious disease.

After wandering around the slums like that, I followed a man who promised to let me eat to the fullest in the future, and was eventually brought here.

The man handed me over as if tossing me to someone, leaving me with only the words to say that I am honored to have had the opportunity to become an elite shooter of the death penalty, and then disappeared.

After that, among 1,000 children of the same age as me, I am called 323 without a name, and I learn rigorous training and killing techniques.

Usually, after spending about 30 days in Lee Hyun’s world, he returned to Song Gyu-ha in the real world.

At first, in order not to go to Lee Hyun’s world, he somehow tried to hold back his sleep, but there was a limit, and once he fell asleep, he became Lee Hyun without a doubt and continued rigorous spraying training.

Later, in desperation, I conformed to this unreal situation that befell me.

Fortunately, Lee Hyun had a talent as a killer.

There was no hesitation even in a situation where he had to kill a colleague next to him, and he had an excellent sense of applying the skills he had learned to killing.

The feeling of cutting flesh and bone

Eyes dying of life

The smell of blood that makes you feel alive

I could feel the same emotions I felt in the process of killing, and it made me taste catharsis that I couldn’t feel in reality.

Eventually, as time passed, Lee Hyun became one of the last 10 survivors and was able to become an elite killer of the dead.

Lee Hyun successfully carried out all the assassination requests, and the assassination method was so brutal that he even earned the nickname of “ghost-faced man.”

Yes. Lee Hyun, no, I really enjoyed the murder itself.

After committing murder to my heart’s content in the dream world, I always felt good when I returned to reality, and it seemed that something blocked in my heart had been opened.

It was to the point that the head monk asked if there was anything good about him, saying that he looked good these days.

However, the accumulated sal-up became a big gule and eventually came back to me.

After becoming a Murim public figure, I was chased for three years, and eventually died a miserable death with my limbs cut off by the Murim Meng pursuit team.

Because he was brutally killed as if he was tortured, he died feeling the tremendous pain intact.

I thought I knew what fear was.

The day when he died a miserable death in Lee Hyun’s world and returned to the real world, Song Gyu-ha.

Perhaps because of the aftereffects of his death, his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he had no strength at all, so he ended up lying sick for a week.

I think that was the first time I thought a little bit that I shouldn’t kill or harm people recklessly.

In the second dream, I was in the form of a western boy, and information flowed into my head as well.

My name is Jackson.

I was a boy born in the slums who was caught stealing bread from the market and became a slave in the mines.

Slave Jackson’s life was hard.

Due to the 15-hour intense labor, the body was broken enough to be broken and the mind was also devastated.

More than I thought, this mine was guarded so firmly that it reminded me of a fortress, and I did not have the courage to endure hard labor without being able to eat properly.

After doing almost abusive labor for three full years, he was beaten indiscriminately by his supervisor, and his flesh burst and he died of excessive bleeding.

When I returned to the real world and opened my eyes, tears welled up at the smell of incense unique to the temple and the sound of monks reciting Buddhist sutras.

“It’s late, Monk, but thank you so much for picking me up.”

When I suddenly thanked him, who had never spoken to me before, the monk was a bit surprised, but soon he stroked my hair with a benevolent expression.

On that day, I emptied three bowls of fried rice, which I hadn’t eaten well since I only had vegetables.

That’s how my second dream was finished, and I didn’t have a third dream for a while.

Living the life of a terrible slave made me realize what a great blessing it is to be healthy and free.

Since then, I have developed a habit of reverently savoring food at every meal, and the idea that I should be grateful for the small things began to sprout.

That’s how I gradually learned how to look normal, and time passed like a stream, and I reached the age of 25.

In the meantime, I had a total of 12 dreams, and a lot of changes happened to me.

He gave up going to high school, took the GED, got out of the temple and got a job at a slaughterhouse to become self-reliant.

The experience of living a different life through a dream enabled him to become the best ace at the slaughterhouse at a young age.

Slaughter and slaughter is never an easy task.

It was a job that required a lot of courage and a very good stomach because you had to kill a live cow and trim each part.

Seol Woo-don, the owner of Songak Livestock, was dubious, saying, “You can do such a thing when you are young.”

However, by teaching one, he gained the trust of the employees in a short time by understanding the heat, and now, seven years later, he was able to become the best slaughter and orthopedic technician in the company.

A large piece of meat that had just been butchered was hanging under reddish lighting, and in front of it, Kyu-ha, wearing a black apron, gloves, and mask, holding a knife in one hand, was preparing for the large-scale shaping work.

After a short moment of silence toward the cow, Kyu-ha’s sword began to move without hesitation.

It took less than 10 minutes to start with the dismantling of the front leg, followed by brisket, ribs, sirloin, and neck loin, and finish with an avalanche.

“Look at that Mr. Gyuha, he’s a ghost, he’s a ghost! How do you cut a knife like that?”

“I’m a bastard, I’m a bastard… A normal person would do 30 minutes of work.”

Living the life of Lee Hyeon, who lived as a waterspout, he was prone to knife cutting, so cutting to this extent was not actually a job for Kyu-ha.

“Guys, I’ll go in first. Please finish well.”

President Seol Woo-don approached Kyu-ha, who entered the office to finish the small amount of work assigned to her in a short period of time and prepare for work.

“Kyuha. Can I ask you one favor?”

“Sure, sir. What are you asking for?”

Usually, CEO Seol Woo-don took care of Kyu-ha like family, and Kyu-ha, who had to repay the favor, answered without hesitation.

“It’s nothing else, one of my hometown friends is a movie director, and this time, he’s filming a movie about what kind of ‘Gourmets’?

But I had to shoot a scene where the main character had a meat cut, but he asked me to get a double.

Could you come after doing the orthopedic work just once? I’ll tell him to take care of the performance fee so he won’t be upset.”

“Yes, I understand. It’s a request from the boss, and that’s about it, of course.”

“Oh, thank you, Kyuha. Thanks to you, I’ll stand by my friend.”

And even Kyu-ha herself did not know that this small request would change her life forever.