Worst Hero Ever 0

Chapter 0 – The End of the Wicked

Giljun Song
Age 35, Chairman of Chilryong Nobles, which conquered web novels around the world.
He is the person who raised web fiction, which was close to barren land, to one of the main industries of the Republic of Korea.
He is currently one of the world’s 100 most influential young CEOs and is also among the top 10 most influential young CEOs.

`Even if Song Gil-jun takes a day off from work, web fiction design suffers hundreds of billions of losses. `

In a way, he is one of Korea’s great men.
Such Giljun Song is now heading to Seoul Southern Prison, receiving numerous fruit baptisms.

“That rotten bastard, the bastard to kill, the bastard to be punished.”
“Oh, turn my daughter around, you Noom, you bastard.”
“Let go of this! Let go! I’ll kill that bastard and go to hell!!”

Song Gil-jun’s thick eyebrows lifted up and looked around.
It’s a situation that’s different from Abigyuhwan.
People were trying hard to come closer to them with their eyes closed, and the police were sweating hard to stop them.

Among the flying fruits, stones and small shards of glass were occasionally mixed.
It’s because you can’t own a gun in Korea, but it’s not strange if bullets fly from abroad.
In a situation where people cannot help but shrink, Song Gil-joon bursts into laughter as it is.

“Chick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick kick!”
“!”

At the sound of his laughter, everyone stopped talking and acting for a moment.
3 seconds of silence.
What happened after that was even more riotous than before.

“That baby! I see a bilateral smile! That must be killed!”
“The devil… That person is a devil. Something filthy and unclean must have possessed him.”
“Let’s go! Everyone get out of here! This person is an important escort prisoner. It won’t do you any good if you do this!”

A man with a rather large body and a stern face shouts loudly and tries to block people from approaching.
He is probably in charge of this `Song Gil-jun escort operation`.
He tried to calm the crowd by encouraging the police to block the perimeter, but that only fueled the crowd’s anger.

“Did you get money from Song Gil-jun too? How much did you spend on the back money because the public servant is short of national money? Huh? So that’s how you protect it? I’ll never let you eat Naratbap again, so tell me your name!”
“Oh… Please save my daughter. Police gentlemen… Please save me. If you give it back, I will live my life with gratitude.”
“Oh shit. I can’t even do this.”

The police officer in charge spit out curses while stealing beads of sweat all over his body.
And then I look at Song Gil-joon.

Angry forearms and thick thighs from a sturdy physique.
Balanced core.
It was said that he maintained his muscle mass while receiving careful care.
Even her face was young, so if she was well groomed, she would look like she was in her 20s.

In the past, I would have been in awe of the diligence for that tremendous management and the effort to build a field, but not anymore.

Because he realized that the purpose of his strength and passion was not for the company, but for his small hobby.

“Government man, it’s too noisy in here. I want you to clear the way quickly.”

Song Gil-Jun’s words cause more uproar in the surroundings.
The officer looked him in the eye. But he couldn’t make eye contact with him for even three seconds.

He was a high-ranking police officer, and even before Song Gil-joon was criticized by everyone, he had run into him privately, even from a distance.

At that time, Song Gil-jun showed a more healthy and shapely look than anyone else.
However, now that he had revealed his true self, he felt the madness in his shining eyes and gave goosebumps all over his body.

The interior of Seoul Southern Prison, which arrived at the end of twists and turns.
Since he was such a big man, the prison director came out and greeted the person in charge.

“Thank you for your hard work. From now on, I will take this person.”
“Then please.”

As far as the person in charge knows, the prison director also knew that the person in charge was a survivor of the victim in this case.
Even so, he disappeared inside the prison with Song Gil-joon with a calm expression throughout.

Slightly admiring the aloofness, the person in charge turned around and started a push-and-pull fight with the clamoring crowd.

A few hours later, when night fell, the crowd, which had barely calmed down, camped out in front of the prison and began a silent sit-in.

There was a lot of uproar outside, but Song Gil-joon, who was imprisoned, had a relaxed expression.
Confined alone in his cell, he stared blankly at the wall and smiled.

“I knew it would be like this someday.”

Since he was a child, he himself has walked the path of escaping evil.
If the vocal abuse theory is actually true, it must have been made for oneself.

Her own mother, who wrote her as a call girl and read her as a prostitute, spread her child who did not know who her father was and abused her every day.

Maybe he was around 7 years old?

That day too, while running her mother’s errands, bruised all over her body, she saw a young friend in colorful clothes approaching her.

They’re probably the same age, or at most a year or two apart.
He was a child who did not fit into the dirty alley where he lived.

He was probably lost, and the way he was weeping was pretty ugly.

A child who seems to come from a different world from these alleys where murders and rapes happen several times a day.

Only then did the boy realize that the world was unfair, and he thought that he shouldn’t live like this even at a young age.

The clothes that child wore, the parents’ love, attention, affection, and money that child must have received.

He believed that even if he stayed still, if it didn’t come to me, he had to fight for it.
From then on, there was no hesitation in Song Gil-joon’s actions.

“Hello, my name is Giljun Song. Are you lost? I’ll take you home.”

I did have to take it home.
All people are born on the earth and return to the earth, so for that boy the earth will be his home.

Even though he walks the streets covered in blood with a colorful jacket in his arms, passers-by glance at him and turn their attention to him.
It was a crazy town in many ways.

Killed his mother that day.
She was, in fact, a woman who didn’t even deserve to be called a mother.

That day, too, she poisoned herself with the man who abused her and gasped with a man, drugged and gasped.

He took all the money and went out into the alley.
Livelihood was at a loss right now.
Because he was young and he had done something wrong, he couldn’t even go to an orphanage.

He worked part-time job randomly.
I broke a window into a collapsing building that no one used to live in, and slept there.

At that time, the government’s regulations on minors were not strong, so if you look for part-time jobs that use minors without asking or asking, there are quite a few here and there.

He started by delivering newspapers, which was always before smartphones were commercialized.
Distributing flyers, convenience store part-time jobs that appeared one by one.

Even a one-day part-time job on a construction board using a sturdy physique for his age.
At first, I didn’t have money, but by the time I became an adult, I was able to touch quite a bit of money.

During that difficult time, Song Gil-jun’s only hobby was reading web novels in a PC room.
At the time, there was no official platform.

Most of the novels were text books that roamed the Internet, and only a few well-known novels were published and could be viewed in video rooms.

‘What would happen if we could create a single platform that could collect all web novels in Korea?’

The person I met at that time was Lee Sang-cheol.
It was so for Song Gil-joon, the greatest hogu in history.
Lee Sang-cheol was a young and energetic college student at the time.

The two had no contact.
The only point of contact was that while delivering Jajangmyeon, a good novel, he saw a college student reading a novel.
Although she wore it casually, she couldn’t fool the eyes of Song Gil-jun, who had met all kinds of people by rolling over and over since he was young.

“Do you like web novels?”

As expected, Giljun Song’s eyes were not wrong.
He was the youngest son of Hwangryong Group, a leading Korean company.

In a word, chaebol.

Besides, my hobby is reading web novels.
The strange relationship between the two led to a web novel, and it didn’t take long for the two to become business partners.

“I will do the internal operations. Just give me the money And you take over the presidency.”

Lee Sang-cheol was the light, Song Gil-jun was the shadow.
In fact, Song Gil-joon’s business operation was neat and tidy.
The web novel platform they built was like an oasis in the desert.

It was necessary, but it was a business that no one dared to dare.
It perfectly satisfies the needs of intangible customers.
The media made a special mention of the success of Hwangryong Nobles.

‘Columbus Lee Sang-cheol of web fiction, who is he?’
‘Interview with Lee Sang-cheol – Vice President Song Gil-jun, I would still have lived as the youngest son of a chaebol family. He shares a soul with me.’

The company has also become famous for the romance between the vice president and the president.
In the meantime, with the development of smartphones, it became possible to read web novels on mobile phones.
Sales jumped 50 times.
The increased market capitalization was beyond words.

“How long are you going to live in the shadow of your parents? Our company is already frustrated with Huanglong’s embrace.”

And five years later, Lee Sang-chul made a big decision at the suggestion of Song Gil-jun and withdrew from the Hwangryong Group and changed the company name to Chilryong Nobles.
It was now completely out of the shadow of the Yellow Dragon.

Despite many people’s concerns, the Seven Dragons Nobles, who withdrew from Yellow Dragon, continued to win even more.
Even later, a subsidiary, Chilryong Games, was established.
Both games and web novels came to dominate.
Co-founder Lee Sang-cheol always said this when meeting people.

“The way I look at people is amazing. The best thing I ever did in my life was bringing Song Gil-joon to my company.”

Those words were with vice president Song Gil-joon in mind.
However, Lee Sang-cheol did not know the other half of Song Gil-jun.

Giljun Song was not the type to share his own.
He was like a hungry ghost who grew up in an environment where it was natural to eat everything and steal others if necessary.

How could Hwangryong Nobles succeed?
Wasn’t there a competitor’s platform that wanted to follow Hwangryong Nobles?

Giljun Song has hunting dogs that he raised in the shadows.
The Yanbian Korean-Chinese hounds would do anything as long as he gave them his orders and money.

“It is time. Let’s work The pay is always the same.”

In the meantime, it was only that I couldn’t afford to touch Lee Sang-cheol because I was working on key personnel from competitors for the seven dragon nobles’ monopoly on web novels.

Hwangryong, the parent company, was also concerned about it, but since it was independent from Hwangryong, there was nothing to shy away from.

And another reason why I want to work with Lee Sang-cheol.
There were times when I was invited to Lee Sang-cheol’s house.

The moment he saw Lee Sang-chul’s wife with sleek legs who always greeted her with a bright smile and prepared delicious meals for her, Song Gil-joon couldn’t stand her desire to conquer her.

Faking it as a simple car accident after coaxing them to go on vacation together in a remote area.
It was as easy as eating rice.
It is known that Song Gil-joon lived a life of death, bleeding from his forehead.

“You bastard! Are you human how can you do this How many years has our friendship been! So you’ve been aiming for this moment since the old days!”

Lee Sang-cheol died cursing himself.
Thinking of that time alone, Song Gil-joon feels a sense of pleasure, and his lower body stands upright.
Lee Sang-cheol’s eyes, stained with that sense of betrayal, were one of the few eyes that Song Gil-jun liked.

“Former Chilong Group Chairman Lee Sang-cheol was like half of my soul. I will see him off to the end of his path.”

From the beginning to the end of the funeral hall, Giljun Song was in charge of the way his friend went.

Everyone who watched this praised Song Gil-joon for sending his friend away even though he was bandaged from an injury.

After he perfectly let go of his friends, he quickly took hold of the Seven Dragons Group and became a single representative from a co-representative.

It didn’t take long to attack Lee Sang-cheol’s wife.

Anyway, Song Gil-joon was the only man who could touch the ex-wife of the chairman of the Seven Dragons Group, who was like the sky.

It took an instant for her to open her heart to him, who had comforted him continuously.

Watching her groan as her whole body was drenched in sweat and laid under her, Song Gil-jun was intoxicated with her sense of victory.

With his life free, he thought it was time to start a hobby.

His hobbies were nothing special.
While passing by the street, if there is a guy who looks exceptionally happy in private or empty seats, check that person out.

Then, after thoroughly investigating the person’s background, bring the person in and ‘work’ in one’s own way.

It started with light killing.
As their number increased, their skills increased and they began to kill slowly rather than easily.
Later, I tried professional torture for this and that.

He left the victim alive and inflicted pain on those around him.
There were times when I felt sexual excitement watching the guys who saw it collapse in real time.

Gil-jun Song’s hobby continued for several years, but no one knew about it except for the dirty hounds he hired while working.

But there was a problem.
Song Gil-jun wanted even more excitement, and now he wanted children of a fairly high-ranking class.

People with a lot of money and social status live a more prosperous life than others.

The act of catching such children and teaching them the principles of the world was a much stronger stimulus than previous hobbies.

Eventually the tail was stepped on.
Until then, he only had ten children of lawmakers, three children of ministers, and seven children of giant corporations.

The number of people who died under it could not be counted.
His workshop was exposed and the whole country was stunned.

The judge ignored the obvious lawyer’s words that his judgment was clouded by mental weakness.

Since he killed the children of people who were said to be snoring in Korea, there was no room for escape even in Song Gil-jun’s opinion.

Immediate sentence of life imprisonment.
More than anything else, I regretted not being able to enjoy that enjoyable hobby in the future.

As a much-talked-about prisoner, he was assigned a solitary cell, and in it, he was quietly gazing at the ceiling and organizing his life.

Squeak

The iron door opened with a creepy sound.

“Hmm, I’m not a person who likes late-night snacks. Thank you for your sincerity, but please leave.”

Despite Song Gil-jun’s kind words, there was no reply.

Tak Tak Tak

The prison guards with a cool impression entered while tapping the iron rods.
After that, the warden with a hard face came in.

Giljun Song instinctively felt that the prison guards were not the people who worked here.

When you look at the eyes full of original reading, it must be the bereaved family of the people he worked on.

It seemed that the prison warden used a little force to bring him disguised as a prison guard.

“Song Gil-jun, why did you kill my daughter?”

He also killed that man’s daughter with his own hands.
But I don’t remember Song Gil-joon.

He must have killed one or two, I don’t remember, he was a madman who had already killed a hundred people.

“Song Gil-jun, why did you kill my daughter!”
“Why did you kill my son!!”

Surrounding families disguised as prison guards scream.
Song Gil-joon feels a little excited as he sees those screaming and despair-filled eyes.
In front of everyone, without hesitation, he lowers his pants and starts waving.

“You bastard, die you crazy bastard!”
“Dog bastard! Fuck!!”

My sight is blurred in an instant due to the countless barrages of clubs.
Although the surroundings are covered in blood, Song Gil-jun does not stop shaking his hand.
In the end, having accomplished his purpose, he felt his whole body grow languid and his consciousness faded.

“Hook, hoouk, I shouldn’t have killed him so easily.”
“A devilish bastard.”

Disguised as prison guards, the bereaved family members gave Song Gil-jun a last blow, regretting that they couldn’t inflict more pain.

Finally, the prison warden’s blow that entered the back of the head properly.
In the end, Giljun Song lost his mind.

“Please go to hell, you bastard.”