1; A man's dream

Why? How did it come to this?

I was on my way home and when I came to, there I was, leaning on a wall and staring down on my hands as the blood continues to dampen the bottom of my clothes and seep onto the sidewalk.

I was just involved in a car accident.

Though, can you really call it a car accident if you were targeted in the first place?

However, I knew one thing for sure, I am aware of the culprit behind this murder attempt.

Nah. Who am I kidding? I doubt I'm about to survive this attack.

"Ca.. ..ou.. .ear.. m..?"

Amongst the constant ringing going through my head, I can barely hear the muffled voice of a person close to me.

I try to make sense of my surroundings but my vision is heavily impaired due to the concussion that had occurred as my body ragdolled and hit the wall.

"Ugk *cough* i- *cough* *cough*"

'Fuck, it's no use', I try to say.

Throughout the consistent buzz I could hardly grasp what the person was intending to say.

"Stop! Don't talk anymore than you need to!", she took action immediately as she had called for help and started putting pressure onto my wounds.

As I cough out the blood that's been persistently stuck in my throat, I was finally able to speak a few coherent words.

"Fuck.. *cough* I'm dying..."

"What? Don't say that! What kind of person says that while they're dying?!", she gave a puzzled look, feeling disheartened.

She continues to put pressure onto my wounds but it's to no avail, there's another deep wound on my back that's still leaking huge amounts of blood.

Not to mention the internal bleeding that I've been feeling as compared to the little squeeze she's been putting on.

I mean what else am I supposed to say in this situation? Ah, I guess I should give my thanks, how rude of me.

"Than- *cough* you.."

Maybe I shouldn't have said that as I could hear only hear sobbing coming from her in the next few moments.

Man.. I feel cold, is that krankenwagen arriving yet?

It's cold..? that's not a good sign. Plus, my vision is starting to fade.

In a last attempt to have a good look at my saviour, I mustered all the strength I had left in my body to focus on my vision.

What I saw left me baffled.

Fuck. The irony of this situation couldn't get any worse.

It was Summer.

Summer, as in her stage name, a celebrity well known in the KPOP industry.

Why is it ironic? Well, aside from me being a huge fan of her since her group's debut, I bore witness to the murder of a young girl.

An end caused by a cheating boyfriend.

That's right, the culprit of this attack is most likely the cheating boyfriend of Summer and that young girl.

How I knew he was cheating?

Other than the news of him being together with Summer that's been posted all around the web, he had repeatedly yelled, "how dare you cheat on me?!" whilst stabbing the young girl.

Ah, the double irony on a cheater himself, saying that.

Man.. not a fun thing to walk in on, especially when the door's wide open.

Damn it. If only I had another chance.

[In another POV]

"Boss.. I did it. He won't survive."

"Good job, you know what to do with the car right?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, I'll wire you the money. I'm hanging up."

*sigh* "Poor kid. Wrong time at the right place."

The next few moments depicts a scenery of a man driving his car off a cliff as he jumped out of it in time and watched as the car fell into the nearby sea.

As the man lit up a cigarette, he texted, 'It's done' to a client and, swiftly received a notification that he had received 3 million dollars in his bank account.

"Kid. If there's a next life, I hope you wouldn't be involved in such a situation again."

[Back to Protagonist's Pov]

When I came to, I awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling but to the familiar the scent of antiseptic.

"!!", Faint murmurings could be heard as there were frantic action of a nurse calling upon the attending doctor.

I was still trying my best to look around and figure out where I was based on the environment I was in.

I'm in a hospital, yes. But there's a language that isn't what I would frequently see on a day-to-day basis.

The wordings on the wall, the exit sign and on the beddings are in Korean.

Just how did I end up in Korea?

What's strange is that I'm able to recognise what they mean, and I don't recall studying the language in my entire life.

Next thing I knew, I've been flashbanged with what seems to be a mini flashlight.

"Patient, can you hear my voice? Please follow the direction of the light with your eyes."

As he moved the light from right to left, I could barely focus on doing so, but I did my best and I believe that's good enough.

"How is he, doctor?"

"His symptoms as of now are good, we'll conduct a few more tests to make sure. For now, he's well on his way to full recovery."

"That's a relief to hear, thank you."

As I go through the proceeding examinations for my well-being, I came to realise how dire of the situation I was in.

They've been speaking in Korean, and I'm able to register what they've been saying..

What's worse is.. I'm in a body of a child. My best guess is between the age of 3 and 6.

How the hell did I end up here?

[ Ding! ]

[ System integrating... ]

[ System progress.. 1%.. 7%.. 28%. 69%..]

[ Ding! ]

[ System integration complete. ]

[ Status ]

Name: Sung Yeon Woo

Age: 4

Strength: 0.6

Appearance: 0.9

Charisma: 0.3

Intelligence: 1.4

[ Ding! ]

[ Lucky draw template is available ]

[ Draw template? Yes / No ]

Ah yes, a system along with a template. Every man's dream.

No, what in the world is going on?!

[ Ding! ]

[ You have chosen to not draw template. ]

Wait what? No, wait! I wanna draw the template!

[ Ding! ]

[ Lucky draw available. Draw template? ]

[ Yes / No ]

Yes.

[ Drawing template... ]

[ Ding! ]

[ You have gained Kise Ryota's template! ]

What the hell is going on?!