PROLOGUE

I possessed the worst tragic main character of a novel I read.

Although he was the so-called main character, his life was worse than a 3rd rate villain in most of the stories. It was so tragic and devoid of hope that I shed tears of blood, regretting every moment reading it, contemplating why I picked this up.

You might say,

"If it was so tragic and sad then why didn't you just drop it? Instead of suffering so much?"

Oh how much I wish I could, but I couldn't.

All because I had a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe he might get redemption at the end, but alas it was not so satisfactory from my perspective.

He got his lover and achievements stolen by the same man who killed him, the so-called hero. And when he woke up after deep slumber, coming back to the world as an undead, the first person he met was the daughter of that disgusting murderer who came to this world with seeds of that bastard and his precious colleague.

The second thing he got to know was that the lover whom he promised his life and soul got married to the disgusting hero and has already given birth to two kids.

Poor him fainted and became emotionally unstable hearing the news. But after a while, he stood up swearing revenge on the bastard who put him into this misery.

This gave me hope that maybe the revenge would be satisfying. BUT IT WASN'T.

The main character was too soft; I reached the end without a proper and satisfying depiction of revenge on the disgusting hero and his girlfriend.

It infuriated me so much so that I died of blood pressure. Yes, you heard it right. I died of blood pressure and insomnia this novel gave me.

It might sound pathetic to you but after reading this piece of trash novel you will sympathize.

And after that, like many Korean cliche novels, I possessed the main character of that work.

At first I was in disbelief, that what happened was real or just a lucid dream to ease my pain but it didn't take long to come to my senses due to various status corrections the so called god who possessed me gave me.

And so my journey as a madman began, inflicting 10 fold times the amount of pain this poor body received.

This is my story.