I Screwed the Novel's Plot

Chapter 1 Ch. 1: Prologue

--Bang!!

A loud sound rang out amidst the crowd. An instant silence was created when they witnessed the scene before it was cracked by a woman's deafening scream.

"Someone was hit by a car!"

"Oh no! Somebody, please call 911!"

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I saw a lot of people start to huddle with my blurry sight. My ears didn't seem to function properly because my hearing began to fade away. I was hit by a car when I walked home from my part-time job.

'Ah, looks like I'm dying.'

The corners of my mouth tugged. Somehow, it was funny. Why did I think of them when I was dying? Yea, them. Those who had been mean to me.

At first, I didn't acknowledge it but as time went by and I grew up, I realized it. The terrible things that they had committed to me.

Actually, I didn't think it was an awful thing. It was just that they always treated me coldly. No matter what I did for them to receive my presence, they would always turn their backs on me. They didn't give a fuck about my existence.

Let alone behaved toward me nicely, I wasn't even allowed to sit on the couch or eat at the table like them. They would separate a meal and let me eat alone in my room.

Sometimes, I would cry whilst eating my food. Just, what did I do wrong for them to handle me like this? Wasn't that too much? Their cold manners continued.

When my age hit six, finally, they invited me for a conversation. They told me that my parents had a car accident that took their lives. My aunty cried and blamed me while reciting the same words over and over.

'Why were you the only survivor and not my sister?!'

Turned out my aunty adored my mother so much and the fact that I resembled my mother made my aunty could never accept my mother's death.

The tragedy happened when I was a baby. Since the orphanage had gone extinct my relatives had to take care of me and then my uncle and aunt brought me in because other families were not willing to take care of me.

Also, they notified me to leave the house when I reached 16. Because that was the legal age to start a job. As I was fully aware of my situation, I had no choice but to heed their order. Plus, they warned me to not talk to them unless it was school related.

Even though they behaved coldly, they still sent me to school and provided me meals thrice a day and an allowance even though it was below average, I was still grateful. But, what I truly appreciated was, they didn't abuse or torture me like the scenes in soap operas. They just shut me up.

After they instructed me, I made a lot of plans for my future. I studied hard and harder in the hopes that I could get a scholarship. A few years later, my hard studies bore fruit. I had always been included in many academic competitions.

At first, I was only aiming for the scholarship, but who would know if I could win a monetary prize from the competition? I saved the money and when I reached 16, I got out of the house and bought a cheap apartment.

A year had passed since I left that house. Although I had a full scholarship in college, it didn't mean that they would cover my living expenses. Also, the competition wasn't a daily event where I could get the prize money from it every day. I still had to work as a part-timer.

My workplace was just 200 m from my apartment so I walked every day. And looked like today was the last day I strode down this road, huh? My eyes felt heavy and I had a hard time breathing. For more chapters, please visit

'Is my time closing by?'

Maybe, deep down in my heart, I didn't truly hate them. If I were born again I wish I could be the child of a filthy rich family so I wouldn't have to work for my living expenses and I didn't have to study days and nights until my nose bled just to secure my scholarship.

I wanted to travel around the world without worrying about running out of money. I craved to know what it was like to have loving parents. Furthermore, I wished to be happy and... I missed them. With that, everything went dark and I fell unconscious.

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There was so much noise, it woke me up. The fact that my consciousness remained it seemed like I wasn't dead just yet. I tried to open my eyes but when I opened them I could barely see anything. Everything blurred in my eyes.

--Thump --Thump --Thump.

My heart skipped a beat. I tried to move my body but... I couldn't. My body felt so heavy. An uncomfortable feeling began to wash my mind. Come to think of it... I also couldn't hear clearly. The sounds I heard were like buzzing bees and no matter how hard I tried to calm my chaotic mind it was futile.

--Thump --Thump --Thump.

'Am I... Am I crippled?'

'What... What will happen to me if I'm crippled?'

'What about my studies? My college?'

--Slap!

What the--someone just slapped my butt! The smack was so damn hard I could even feel a sharp pain in my butt. I was pretty sure that my ass had turned into a tomato.

--Slap!

My butt's skin felt like it was burning. It strung a lot. Stop it! You hurt me! Please!! I shouted loudly but what I heard next was a baby moan.

'Why is there a baby in my hospital room?'

--Slap!

Damn it! I just… couldn't bear the pain anymore! I know it was disgusting, but, dammit!! I cried!! Just what kind of treatment required being slapped on the butt! This doctor must be a quack! Again, I heard a baby crying along with mine. Only then I just realized…

'Where is my voice?'

'Why is there only the sound of a baby crying?'

"THE SECOND PRINCE IS BORN!!"