Prologue

I am Kim Jiwon, twenty—five male with no job. I have no money, either. I got fired a week ago for punching a co-worker. What was I supposed to do? He was harassing one of my female friends.

Well, we're not exactly friends since we have only conversed like, twice or thrice, but I couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

I'm an only child who's estranged with the rest of my relatives. I don't really have that much friends.

I don't have a girlfriend or wife, isn't have a boyfriend or husband. I'm alone and I'm certain I'm going to die alone.

That female co-worker of mine is also already engaged. Therefore, the gifts she gave are all out of gratitude and nothing else.

Right now, I'm on my way to buy some manhwas. I'm planning to buy at least two different ones.

Okay, I'm bought only one series with three volumes. Gotta go home.

You're probably wondering what business a guy like me with no money buying three volumes of a mahwa.

The answer is easy really: sooner or later, I'm going to die from boredom and stress.

My electricity got cut off, I haven't paid for my rent, and I also didn't have any money to pay for the internet.

I even went to business school for only a year and a half, because again, I don't have money nor sponsors, and I'm still jobless.

Hah...

Basically, my life is a mess and I'm going to die without accomplishing anything.

Oh, well.

I have a motto: "Do not trouble yourself with tomorrow's problem and live with fulfilment today."

It maybe an excuse, but it has saved my life for so many times, now.

I finally reached my apartment. I gotta move slowly and carefully or the landlady is going to yell at me again.

The manhwa I read is titled: The Commoner's Princess. It's historical—romance.

The volumes have, at least, thirty chapters each.

Hmm...

I've been reading for, I don't know how long. I've also finished all the volumes.

The Commoner's Princess is basically about a young man, the male lead, who saved the princess, the female lead, from a terrorist attack.

The male lead, then, became the princess' personal knight.

From then on, their love blossomed.

But, of course, every story needs a villain, or an antagonist, if you will.

The antagonist is the second male lead.

Yep, this is your typical love triangle. If I knew it was, I wouldn't have bought it.

Also, the female lead is as useful as my cat. She just get into random trouble and the male lead saves her. She's the damsel in distress who couldn't do anything on her own. I hate those kind of characters. Men, women, none of them are useless if the author just make them do something.

Jesus Christ! It's 21sr century.

The villain or the second male lead is like an ice cold person who only shows his emotions around the female lead, but of course, driven by heartbreak and revenge, he began to sabotage every single thing the main male lead does. He never succeeded though, because the plot armor of the main characters are thicker than my parents' faces.

The main male lead was also kinda bratty, not what I expected from a commoner who lived such a pitiful life.

He literally got blinded by the female lead's money and influence.

The villain was already a high status duke but he had a really tragic and dark backstory. So, I understand where he's coming from, it was not an excuse for him to be possessive and obsessive though. He just needed a good upbringing.

He's like a lone wolf with nowhere to go. He thought that falling in love can fill the emptiness in his heart but it only ended up in a terrible heartbreak.

I feel sorry for him.

Gosh! I'm parched! Wait, don't tell me I don't have water, either!

I'm really going to die today, aren't I?

Ugh...!

It's been a hours and I still don't have water and money.

Should I go and find a new job? But, I don't even know where to borrow a suit.

Guess, I'll just die. I didn't even have a proper life anyway. I don't have anything left here.

My throat felt drier than the clothes in the actual drier. It's like I'm stuck in the middle of a drought.

Guess I'll sleep and die.

Who cares.

I closed my eyes, getting comfortable on the cold, hard, floor.

My cat, Letty, was brushing its butt on my hand. What a fucking retard. I bet you just took a shit somewhere.

Hah... What is this? A dream...? Or, is it my life flashing before my eyes. Scientists say that a person have 7 minutes for their brains to recall all the memories but the time in that recalling is senseless and it would seem like it has been a thousand years even though, it was only for 7 minutes.

Oh, well. I don't care. I don't have good memories, whatsoever.

"Hey! Get your lazy bum off my floor and do your goddamn job!" A woman's voice screamed, pulling my ear.

"Mm... Not now, Mrs. Landlady." I slapped her hand away, rolling sidewards.

"What do you mean, not now!? Stand up and do your chores? I'll seriously throw you out of the house this time!" I gasped and sat straight up, eyes closed.

"Wait, no! Just one month more and I'll pay everything." I pleaded, I put my hands together, as if I'm praying.

"One month won't cover it, young man!" She began pulling my ear, again.

I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, the sun's rays welcomed me.

Oho! I didn't die! Wait, why am I happy?

I should have just died.

"What...?!" My mouth agape.

"What are you screaming at?!" She yelled, again.

"Who are you?!" I yelled, seeing an unfamiliar face. Have I been kidnapped?

No way! Did the landlady sold me?! Are they going to kill me and take my organs?!