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=--=마닐라카지노롤링

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『Privilege』 A concept of having a right, benefit, advantage. Something that represents inequality by its own existence. A word that when one possesses, his life is already decided, and it is never bad. When one has such a thing. A『Privilege』no matter what you do, that one is already superior to one who does not. It doesn't matter how hard you work, how hard you try, how determined you are, the word『Privilege』in itself is the enemy. Even if you try your utmost to eliminate the word from the minds of the people and the dictionary『Privilege』will still exist. It is the concept of inequality. One such boy, a boy who was born without『Privilege』lives his life as everybody else does. But, deep inside him, he understands, he envies, he loathes those with『Privilege』and wishes them countless curses. Then. As if fate itself was laughing at his curses, a situation occurred in front of him. A girl, one with『Privilege』, a child star born from a family of superstars and athletes, it was merely a coincidence that he witnessed her mistake the timing for crossing the road. In his mind. He laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed. A child star born with all the『Privilege』everyone could wish for was about to die in front of him. Him, a boy born without『Privilege』could witness the death of one born with『Privilege』. It was a situation where one who was aware of the unfairness of it all would not even spare a single ounce of pity, sorrow, or anything similar. Yet. This boy was what you would call unlucky. His whole existence was dictated as lesser compared to the girl. And, an action he never thought he would ever do happened. He was not in control of his body, all it took was a moment. All it took was God's "Fate" to do the sacrifice. He was a boy born with no『Privilege』and the girl was one born with『Privilege』. Without any care. The world, God, fate, every higher concept decided that his life wasn't worth as much. He pushed her out of the way, he received the impact of the car, he died for someone with『Privilege』because that is how it is. 『Privilege』is the one and only thing that really matters. And this boy was the unlucky scapegoat for such inequality. He didn't even know why, he had no idea how. All he knows was that it was all unfair. All men weren't created equal. Because if that truly was the case『Privilege』would not exist. That day, Claudius Takeshi, a mixed-blood whose father left, afraid of the responsibility thus depriving him of his『Privilege』died. And, that day, the 2nd Son of the Phenex family was born.

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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

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