I am Noble

I am a citizen.

There's no class in modern society, you know? Everyone just talks. In a capitalist society, money is class, and without money, people are everywhere. That's why I'm a citizen.

Since I was young, my house was poor, and I didn't eat out many times, and even if I wanted to eat a squeeze, I thought about it for a few days, but if I talked to my dad like I was hurting him, he wouldn't pay me back for the emergency money I hid.

I never blamed my father's poverty. He was poor, but he lived really hard. He was always kind to me.

Anyway, I lived a very hard life. He teased them that they were poor when they went to school.

I was more comfortable with the army that everyone else struggled with. At least there wasn't much poverty out there.

I didn't owe him anything. Debt was also an asset, but it was more. I couldn't even afford to be in debt. It was hard to earn a day and eat a day.

In the media, it was noisy all the time, including the Central FTA, textbook nationalization, and blockade of the Gwanghwamung gate, but I honestly had no time to watch the news.

My dad got sick around the sergeant. The doctor says it's a rare disease that is refractory, but I don't really know the name because it's too long. But I was thankful that I was sick at the end of the year, not during Private First Class.

After I got discharged, I did all sorts of things because of my dad's medical expenses. But I couldn't save her. The treatment cost is expensive, but the country doesn't support it, so I spent all my money on treating my father.

Factory work was tough, but Pays was good compared to other things (I can do). I liked that it could be put in right away, even without special skills. It was my part-time job, but I couldn't hide my cold food.

And he was scattered. The company pretends not to know. I begged my colleagues and classmates to testify, but they didn't meet.

I've been beaten, but I won't admit it. I can't work because my leg is a moron, but I can't pay for it. Dad's medical bills keep going. It was really dark before my eyes.

I did everything I could. I looked everywhere, limping. But the workers are trying to spend time, the company is trying to hit everything with their severance pay, there's no place to use the guy who limps, and my dad can't take his medicine, so he gets sick every day....

That's how I sent my dad. I didn't cry. I just remembered the last will and testament he left before closing his eyes.

- I'm so sorry I'm a poor father. If I have another life, I'll be a rich father...

The book says poverty is not a sin, but I've lived by it. It's a sin to be poor in a world like this.

I went to the hospital after the funeral because I was sick. I was diagnosed with the same disease as my father. It is called hereditary.

That day, I had my first dream after my father died. He said he was sorry for holding me in his arms and crying.

- I'm sorry I left you a bottle of poverty. I'm so sorry...

I don't know why he's sorry. I never blamed my father. But thanks to you, I'm going to live in a world...

* * *

After closing his short 24-year-old life, he opened his eyes again. I feel strangely stuffy, sleepy, and the sound around me resonates.

What is this? Am I still alive? ’

Did you wake up in your sleep?

Suddenly, I feel someone lifting up their body. He flinches his arms and legs in panic.

‘Who, who? ’

Who could lift an adult man like that? He opens his eyes in horror. And I was shocked to see a giant face looking down at me.

It's a giant! ’

Amazing. You can't help but look ten times taller than yourself. No, there was a giant guy like that in the world? Is that a monster?

What the hell?

At that moment, he was surprised. The giant is not the only man holding himself up. All the others around me were just those giants.

As he looks around, staring blankly, he notices a stunning view of the interior. Desks, beds, TVs, etc. were all he knew. They were just the right size for the giants.

Then he realized. They're not bigger, they're smaller.

At that moment, the door slams open with a loud bang. Then a young man breathed.

“Our reactionary! ”

“It's okay. It's healthy here. ”

“Ouch, rebel! ”

Rebellion or fate? What kind of attitude is that?

He gazed at the young man who was presumed to be the ‘stepfather’ while gazing at his eyes. But I was familiar with the look on his face. I've seen it somewhere. Where is it?

The sudden reaction shocked me as if I had been struck by lightning. Then I remembered my stepfather's face.

"Oh, Dad! ’

I met my father who died apologizing until the end.

Again with the rich.

* * *

Time passed. He turned three.

‘There really is a circulation. ’

When you get older, you'll have to convert to Buddhism. Suddenly, a silly thought hit my head. He smiles.

When I first recognized my father, he couldn't help but burst into tears. However, all I could see was the baby crying for my mother and those around me.

Thanks to that, my father was kicked out of the hospital room. He cried in his father's face. I'm so sorry to think about that now.

I couldn't see the emotional self well because I was a young body. Whenever I saw my father, I felt heartbroken and tears came out, and I thought he was afraid of me.

I thought it was getting worse between my dad and me. No matter how much a father cries when he sees him, who will like him?

Fortunately, by the time I was about three years old, my emotional control had become somewhat familiar, so I didn't feel sad even when I saw my father. That's why I've been unraveling things with my dad.

“Ouch, my rebellion. Were you here?”

He reaches out to his father with short, chubby arms. My father grabbed me lightly.

“Dad, Dad. ”

“Come on, Daddy's here. ”

It was a little awkward for my dad to look so young. He was definitely the father of a previous life, but he was different in age, environment, and many different ways.

The first thing he was surprised about was that there was a separate room for himself as a newborn. There was even a maid!

When I think of my father's last will and testament, my heart is filled with joy.

- I'm so sorry I'm a poor father. If I have another life, I'll be a rich father...

I'm surprised there's a reunion, and I'm surprised to see you as a dad again, but this time he's a rich dad!

Is that why God is fair? ’

As a child, the radius of activity is short. I don't know what he's doing this time. But I can tell by the size of the house, the social wealth, the status.

Once you've lived in poverty, once you've been torn to shreds. Is that the kindness of God?

Above all, I liked that there was also a mother in this life. It was a perfect family. She died right after she was born, and I never saw her face.

Of course, the mother of this lifetime was definitely not the mother of the last lifetime, which I had only seen pictures of. In her own words, the mother of last life was an ordinary woman.

In comparison, the mother of this lifetime was remarkably beautiful, presumably military. And very young. I thought he might be a thief, but then I realized he was young too.

Seeing Mom and Dad relaxing each other, I think they're about the same age. At first, I thought he was after the money.

“Grrr, do you have time today? ”

“Why?”

“I'm taking her to the fourth place, and I want you to come with me. ”

“My father-in-law is still having trouble with me.... ”

“Why didn't you just keep it small? You said you went to Mexico and smashed it up the other day. ”

“Oh, gangsters don't even know the theme. ”

It was a subtle conversation, but I still haven't noticed the ‘reactions’.

Anyway, this life was perfect in many ways.

We're reunited, Dad, and now the rich version.

The first time I met her, she looked great with great beauty and color.

Big brothers, twin sisters, about eight years old.

It was truly a peaceful and beautiful family. I felt like I could have a really pleasant life this time.

“Dad. Dad. ”

“Yes, Rebellion. Did you call your dad?”

“What does reactionary mean? ”

“Oh, that's ……. ”

At that moment, my father was embarrassed. The rebound asked again. With a short tongue.

“What does reactionary mean? ”

“That... means anti-matter stuffing... Hahaha, something like that. It's a name my dad gave me for a joke. Oh, you don't know his name, do you? Anyway, there is such a thing. ”

Antimatter treats?

What the hell is "Beast Juice" or "Antimatter Juice"? The reactor tilts his head because he doesn't understand.

I learned that my father had surpassed the limit of what he could imagine, more than he could imagine, when he was a little older.

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.... It's too late. I don't have 10 mouths to say. Sorry about that.

The new (anonymous) finish is making me dry every day, starting at 12.1. We have to do the donkey ebooks here, and we have a crazy day anyway. I'm sorry.

This episode is a short story about a chapter.

It's a story of a young man who was born in South Korea, a donkey, who lived on a piece of dirt in a helicopter, and lived happily ever after.