I Will Smash Everything With My Passive Skills

Prologue.

When do people think they will die?

When a bullet pierces through their chest?

When they are forgotten by others?

No.

It’s when a damn stormy night hits and a knife pierces through the bottom of the boat.

“Die…. Representative Cha Tae-sik.”

Representative?

What nonsense are you babbling about?

I had gone to the convenience store to buy beer, since I had no friends to hang out with on a Friday night.

“What, who are you!”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t me who said that line. It was the person who had plunged a cold knife into my stomach, and hearing the words come out of their mouth was almost comical.

My body gave out, falling to the ground easily and emptily, beyond my control.

“Damn it….”

It was a deserted alley. As I felt my strength leaving my body, beaten by the cold rain, I closed my eyes.

I’m not Representative Cha Tae-sik.

“Oh my, it’s Mr. Ahn!”

“Oh my goodness! Madam, you’ve been through so much!”

The first people I faced after regaining consciousness were not the worried looks of doctors or nurses concerned about my waking day.

It felt like a medieval room. Looking at the joyful eyes staring at me, it felt like I was dreaming.

“Why am I so hungry?”

Even though I had clearly suffered considerable injuries, the first thing I felt was a strong hunger, as if I had not eaten for several days.

It was a hunger that one would feel after not eating for a few days.

“Waa! Waa!… Waa?”

But.

The sound that came out of my mouth was not that of a hungry stomach.

It was more like the cry of a young baby.

Yes.

I am probably reincarnated in a different world.