London Bridge Is Falling~

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"London Bridge is falling~ oh

Falling down~ Falling down~

London Bridge is falling down…

My fair lady!~"

The voice was deep, tired and sobered. As if trying to convey their pain the owner of the voice was singing.

If we move a little towards the road, there he was. The person standing on the bridge with a briefcase in his hand and white shirt buttoned to the neck and a tie hanging loose.

They had blonde hair and brown eyes. The features of their face were no less than a celebrity but that sadness on their face was really… touching, I may say?

People around him didn't bother themselves with him too much. One or another person would stop to listen to the strange man muttering something and walk away after hearing it.

If only the person were a bit happy and 'not' on London Bridge, people wouldn't be afraid.

To be specific, the man standing near the edge of the bridge wasn't an edge lord.

Rather, he was really happy with his life. A permanent job as a civil servant. A good amount of salary and a handsome face.

What else did he need? He was happy.

However, until today that is it. He finally mustered up his courage to propose to the girl he liked in his department but she rejected saying,... Her career was more important. That she didn't want to lose focus.

That was not even the worst part. Just today, he saw her with a man much lesser in rank than him holding hands with her.

Only he knew how difficult it was to stop himself from shooting that guy down, he almost had his hand on the gun.

Thus, here he was, in pain and remorse that he was rejected for a false reason.

He continued signing. His voice was still flowing with sadness. The thought that captured his entire mind was only one. 'Why?'

He knew that everyone had their choices and maybe, he wasn't her love of life. Maybe…it would have been true. Only if she hadn't led him on. Those gentle touches, almost accidental touches which became obvious and all that money he had spent on her…What was the meaning of it?

Though he was questioning it and despite being a pure sage at the age of 35, he wasn't so foolish to not know her gold-diggerish act. It had all been a way of using him.

He continued singing, trudging on the bridge. His badge fell which he picked up.

"What a fucking boring day…"

He muttered.

"Oh gosh!" a gasp travelled to his ears and he turned around. His instincts reacted and as dutiful as he was, after seeing a shadow crossing the road while a car was at high speed, he jumped without a second thought.

'Ah,... it's just a dog..!' he regretted it immediately. But with little time to remorse, the car bonnet crashed hard enough for it t break his spine in two.

"Argh!" he puked blood. He was immobilized. People were gathering and watching him. Someone picked the badge.

"Senior!!"

He looked around,...a familiar face. The same, face that had rejected him today. The only one responsible for all this. The girl he had loved.

"Jena…" he muttered. It was inevitable, he knew. His death was right around the corner. So all he could muster up to say to her was on his lips.

"Y..yes senior?" she asked, worry shining like a jewel in her voice. But he could care less.

"Fuck you." with the last bit of his strength, he punched her tightly.

And then he didn't know what had happened, but he was calm. So calm, it felt like he was floating.

Now his thoughts were sorting.

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Marquis Jin, age 35, cause of death: accident while saving a dog. Last words: Fuck you. To: His crush.

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"Haha, that's one hell of an ending. Now, let's begin for real, eh!"

In a dark room, the smell of chips and coke lingered densely. The sound of keyboards being banged with fingers was echoing like cannon shots. A person with black hair and dark brown eyes was sitting on the chair, typing the newest novel called "Hey there, I am trapped between beast humans."

There was a huge grin on his face and it was genuine. This person was Hwan Jit. A unique name, atleast in Korea. He was of Indian-Korean origin since his mother was an Indian and his father was a native Korean.

His mom had visited Korea for a trip and fell for a man named Hwan Ji-won, his father. They were a happy family and he was blessed with showers of parental love.

His hobby of writing had become his carrier now and his parents didn't oppose it. Since he had such a strong combination of Asian blood, he had not dropped sweat while clearing his exams.

However, there was one huge problem which even his parents felt was a hindrance in his life.

He was the epitome of an introvert. Except for the two people, identified as his parents, he never bothered himself with others. Not even relatives.

However, he was a hell of famous in the virtual world.

Id: Dex, FlyingGoat, RedChicken, MetalCandy, and so on.

Current Id: JitLuck.

Works….well, consider them to be above 100. A maniac who had written so many works in less than 5 years. He was practically living to write. The first work he had written was, "Curtains of lie" which won him a huge prize along with a certificate. He continued to win many such rewards and was exempt from the military since Authors were also artists of sorts.

Jit continued writing because it gave him peace. Till now, he had killed many and given birth to countless. All in those worlds of his, he would keep smiling subconsciously thinking of them.

He was what one would call, a maniac and a genius. He had continuously given ten top hits of the year and all were completed without a stop.

Writing speed, 300 wpm. Insane and unbelievable.

At age of 19, the kid was a total bread snatcher of many authors around the world.

He had atleast a few ten thousand as earnings each month which was a lot for even many adults. Now, he was practically leading his family.

This was supposed to be his last book before he took a long break.

The plot was not much different than other novels of the same trope. But his writing always enticed readers and gave a new perspective to life, both dark and bright.

'A man with unsatisfied life died at the start and was reborn in a fantasy world. The protagonist then finds out himself in between the beast men and strives to survive. This leads him to sympathize with the beast-man who had been wronged and treated badly for a long time.'

After that, it is as usual what a protagonist would do. Fight for the rights of beast man and help them live normally in the world,

It was only the first chapter which he hadn't even released yet.

It was being written. He was hyped. So much that he failed to notice his leg banging the study table in joy.

It shook the bottle of water on the table and flipped over, water falling on the table. In hurry, he mistakenly clicked many buttons on the keyboard. But before the spark broke out of the computer, he had only seen all his folders merging.

That's it, that was the last thing he saw.

And a huge sound awakened his parents downstairs, who were already running to his room. Something…terrible had happened,... that's what they thought, that's all they knew.