Madness of the Blue Blood Labyrinth - Chapter 3
I’m pissed off. Of all times, trouble had to hit the day before the surgery.
Somehow, my parents got wind of my one hundred million yen win and barged in.
It’s been about three years since I last saw them, and the first thing out of their mouths was, “Stop being stupid,” and “Are you really going to throw away that money?”
They went on about using it for house renovations, questioned if I had any intention of being a dutiful son, and mentioned something about loan interest rates. I barely listened to the second half, so I don’t remember much.
…Who’s the idiot here? What a joke.
At the very least, I have no interest in spending decades living the same bland, copy-paste existence over and over again.
All of them, their brains have rotted.
A bunch of sick people, convinced that living a hundred years in boredom is somehow better than dying young after achieving your dream.
Life’s about enjoying it, isn’t it?
If I can become an Explorer, I wouldn’t mind dying on the first day.
If I have a 40% chance of getting the life I’ve always wanted—the one I’ve yearned for and would otherwise never be able to achieve—then that one hundred million is nothing but pocket change.
In the end, my parents screamed about disowning me and stormed out.
The boy who was selling his Slot looked pretty uncomfortable, but there was no reason to pay attention to that kind of nonsense. He could stand tall.
Honestly, I’d already given up on those two a long time ago.
All they ever did was complain, from start to finish. They had nothing but inflated pride, always blaming their failures on someone else, never once acknowledging their own incompetence.
They’re the kind of people who’ve collected every flaw a human could have, not even worth the energy it’d take to punch them.
The only reason they didn’t try to force their way with me is because they knew—even if the world turned upside down—they wouldn’t win.
…The more I think about it, the more I’m relieved they cut ties with me.
Depending on how you look at it, it’s the perfect interlude before a bright new chapter.
Yeah. If I see it that way, my mood is suddenly fantastic, like a fresh start.
We’ll never meet again, but in the end, I guess I have to thank them.
For the first time in my life, I actually felt a bit of gratitude toward those two. How truly unfortunate.
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And then, the next day, as if their departure had somehow lifted a curse, the surgery was a complete success.
There were no signs of soul rejection, the biggest concern, and I finally became a Slot-holder, taking my first step toward becoming an Explorer.