Spectator Vol 1 Chapter 1

Spectator Book 1

Prologue

When I visited my friend, who, I haven’t seen in a long time, what I saw was his dead body
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How should I describe the feeling of seeing the death of a person I know?

Well.w

I couldn’t think of the right words to describe it. Because of that, I only managed to mutter these words after a long silence.

“So you’re dead.”

The time started pa.s.sing as normal when I finally took a step forward. Colors started to appear in the black and white world. It was dark and gloomy blue.

I had to admit it again. My friend, Kim Tae-Jin, is dead.

Well, to be exact,

He ‘committed suicide while playing a video game’.

He loved virtual reality more than the actual reality and loved game items and the NPCs.

He obsessed over a failed quest in the virtual reality and ended up killing himself.

It was a boring, meaningless death that even the cheapest of magazines wouldn’t want to cover.

“Pathetic b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

He hadn’t been very healthy.

39 years of age. 178cm tall. He weighed only 40kg when he died.

He was starving himself because of depression after getting dumped by an NPC he loved.

Mentally deranged and hating himself.

He used to mutter to himself to no end.

If I go back to that time…… If I can just go back……

Like he was casting some spell. He desperately prayed his hopeless prayers.

Had he started seeing things? He was already suffering from autism and this one time he even started drawing a weird symbol over and over again saying it’s the mark of the devil that will grant his wishes.

I couldn’t understand him for the life of me.

He was abled. He had kind parents and a pretty sister, he had a happy family. He wasn’t even poor, so he was in a wonderful Environment.

But this pathetic guy made an island for himself in the middle of this city and isolated himself, and ended up killing himself without a care for the loving family who supported him, and only caring madly about game quests and what clothes his avatars’ wear.

“Didn’t even know that he was blessed.”

I took out a cigarette and held it in my mouth, and exhaled gray smoke with a sigh.

Had he finally gone crazy? Tae-Jin was dead in his game connection capsule, his wrists slit and chest stabbed.

‘If this gets on a newspaper, it’ll probably say he was in some crazy religious cult.’

I stubbed out my cigarette on the capsule and called the police with my phone and reported his death.

Looking at his dead body without any emotion.

“Yes, a man died here. I’m on the fourth floor of SL Apartments.”

I continued explaining. The cause of death is suicide. After I told them the address, I explained that I was friends with him.

After some questioning and answering, the report process was over. The rest was just waiting for the police to come.

I looked around the room and then turned my gaze on the capsule.

‘So this journal of his will be the only note he left.’

His journal was on the armrest.

He started writing his journal some time ago and would throw a fit if I tried to read it. One time, I succeeded reading the journal when he went to the bathroom, but it was full of boring gaming junk and his dating life in the game.

‘I wonder what he was thinking before he died.’

I took the journal from Tae-Jin’s hand, which was still very much warm.

I accidently got some blood on the journal while touching his body and my feet started making splashing sounds on the puddle of blood, but I didn’t care.

I wanted to know. Of course I would have to go through all the boring stuff but I still wanted to be sure about something. About why he would abandon this world, in which even a trash like me is still breathing and living.

I stood there and started reading.

The cover was wet, but the inside was still readable.

Stories that must have been very serious for him but were very much like cheesy soap opera to me ensued. Soon I turned the last page of the journal and all I could do was shaking my head.

“Pathetic effing b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”

It was just as I expected. The journal was full of stories of him playing a game, crying and laughing, seeing things, and killing himself in order to go back to the past. The only thing that was unique about this journal of a mad man was the devil’s mark drawn on its last page.

I clicked my tongue and put the journal back on the armrest of the capsule.

And the world went black again.

1. Understanding

In the dark, the red blood formed words and sentences.

[I am leaving. I am leaving now. I am going to start everything over.]

That was the last sentence written in his journal.

The note written in blood sent chills up my spine.

And then,

Everything was erased.

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– Beep-! Bee bee beep! Beep-! Bee bee beep!

The monotonous mechanical sound of the morning alarm pierced my ears. Irritated, I covered my ears with both hands. I felt a sudden anger rising towards my wife, who could have patted me gently on the shoulder, but has instead chosen to put a cheap a.s.s alarm clock on the bed.

And suddenly……

The memory of yesterday’s incident crossed my mind.

‘……Right.’

The fire in my head was suddenly put out.

I smiled bitterly. I was the same as Tae-Jin, we were both failed losers. Failed both out in the society and back in home.

That was me.

“Pathetic.”

I angrily smashed the alarm clock and turned it off, and buried my face in my pillow.

I just didn’t want to wake up now.

My life and my marriage was dry and dull.

My wife and I met through match making and we were awkward around each other. The only thing holding our relationship together was the sense of responsibility and duty towards our family. My wife and I didn’t have anything in common from personality to hobbies, but we endured each other thinking that everyone else is living the same life as ours. After all, the perfect ‘one’ can’t exist in real life.

All couples live like that, adjusting to one another.

So I lived the life of a hamster turning its wheel: Going to work, eating the meals my wife makes, looking at my child’s sleeping face at night, and going to work again, sometimes doing overtimes.

Until one day, when everything took a turn for the worse.

It would be more accurate to say that I found out about it too late, than to say it happened all of a sudden.

It was the day I left early from work.

When I arrived at home, what I saw was a pair of shoes I’ve never seen before, a whole house lighted with candles I’ve never seen before, and finally, moaning sounds from a man and a woman.

That’s right. I witnessed a scene of my wife having s.e.xual intercourse with a stranger.

‘f.u.c.k.’

All I wanted to do at the moment was go into the room and beat the s.h.i.t out of the two of them.

But I didn’t.

Because that would be like cutting off my nose to spite my face.

I was the head of my household. And the head of a household is like being a pillar of a house. If I made a scene right there and then, it would be like announcing that all of this happened because the pillar of our house is rotten. Plus, I wouldn’t want to make my naked wife throw her dignity in the gutter.

So I repressed my anger. I tried to cool down.

And I quietly went back out of the house.

Unlike a dull man like me, ‘that guy’ must have treated her as a lady and made her happy. I could understand that.

However,

‘Although I understand everything,’

I couldn’t help feeling humiliated.

I then started smoking boxes of cigarettes. I smoked and waited at the entrance of the apartment. When an hour has pa.s.sed and another hour about pa.s.sed, I saw the next door guy coming looking at me with a fl.u.s.tered expression, and blew a puff of cigarette smoke at his face as a silent warning.

After that, I came back to the house and faced my wife, standing embarra.s.sed, and told her, ‘Let’s think things over.’ That was yesterday.

So I understood that she didn’t wake me up in person and instead put an alarm clock on the bed for me.

‘Still feels like s.h.i.t though.’

Smash!

So I directed my frustration towards the old alarm clock and smashed it off.

“Well, I asked for it.”

We were two very different people, except for one fact that we both had difficult childhood. I lost my parents at a young age and she had an alcoholic dad. Except for that little sympathy towards each other, we shared pretty much nothing.

She was a very domestic woman with a warm heart and a taste for cutesy things, a woman who wishes for happiness and warmth rather than luck.

I was very much different than her.

I didn’t like the books or movies she liked, I had different hobbies, I had different tastes in everything, and to add to everything, I didn’t make a good living and I was a very boring husband. A guy who has to borrow money from here and there to pay the loan interest at the end of every month, and has to get a credit line all the time. A guy who always tries but doesn’t get results. A loser of a guy who wants to act big at home to recover what little self-esteem that’s left in him.

So I could understand her wanting to have an affair.

‘f.u.c.k!’

I understood. I understood everything.

I understood that I’m that much of a loser.

But still!

We were a legally married couple who have spent such a long time together, and she was a mother of a child. If she had any respects for our family, shouldn’t she have at least officially ended things between us, get divorced, and then started seeing other people?

That little resentment was piercing my heart like a hundred sharp needles.

I got desperate for a drink. So I went to visit a friend of mine. A friend who’s living in the virtual world far from the burdens of real life. A guy who would laugh and find the humor in whatever I say.

But all I saw in my friend’s house was his dead body.

‘Wife’s having an affair, friend’s dead.’

I couldn’t help laughing. This was one h.e.l.l of a lucky day for me indeed.

I kneeled down and clenched my fists, and waited for the tears in my eyes to dry.

‘You live because you’re living. You live because you’re breathing. You live because you’re not dead.’

I murmured repeatedly consoling myself. Life is just that, mindlessly continuing breathing.

After a while, I stood up trying not to feel irritated and empty.

“……Huh?”

I rubbed my eyes.

I closed and opened my eyes again and again.

Everything around me, to the color of the wallpaper to the color of the ceiling, was different.

‘But it’s only October!’

The calendar on the wall indicated that it’s March. The 9th day was crossed out many times like something special happened on that day. So many pen-made markings made it hard to even see the number 9.

I opened the old-style flip phone over my head and checked the date.

Today is,

[March 23]

‘……What? Is the setting wrong?’

I thought I was still dreaming. It’s clearly October, but everywhere it said today’s March 23.

“Wait a second.”

Come to think of it, my back felt too stiff. I wasn’t lying on a mattress. I looked around, and found that I was actually lying on an electric heat pad and a single thick blanket.

I wasn’t lying on a bed at all.

Could it be I got kidnapped?

I felt fully awake all at once and hurriedly looked around.

A very messy room came to my view.

Half-empty bags of chips.

And soda cans and study-aid books and textbooks were littered everywhere.

And when I saw the address and name written on the cover of the study-aid book, my eyes opened widely.

– College Scholastic Ability Test Trial Test workbook. Study aid for Grade 3. Address……

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