Misery 1

"Did you live your life to the fullest?"

This is a common question asked by people but how many can respond, "Yes!" with assurance? Only someone who had resisted the influence of carelessness and laziness could reply " Yes!" with confidence.

These were the individuals striving to achieve happiness. In the right direction.

But many people found this question to be challenging to answer.

People would frequently exclaim,

"I want to enjoy my life to the utmost!"

But it was uncommon for someone to continue doing it until the end because their circumstances won't allow them to live like that.

This is why many refer to this statement as something that only lucky people could fulfill.

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Just try to envision a noble, graceful, and gorgeous life in poverty, that you might only see in a soap opera. No matter how poor you are, it won't stop you from loving people without conditions. Even a piece of bread can be given to someone and shared with a smile.

In the past given that situation, William would immediately respond, "Yes!" when questioned.

He believed he had been living a happy life because of this.

However, life's path wasn't always straightforward. The road can be in an entirely different condition on the other side of the hill, even if one was now traveling on a straight road.

The day was clear. There were a few clouds in the sky, but they did nothing to lessen the feeling of refreshment that the sky already provided.

Unhindered, the sunlight poured down and illuminated the ground. One would leave everything behind to go outside in this kind of weather.

This kind of weather had the power to lift one's spirits.

Even someone who doesn't typically care about other people would be kind to anyone with weather like this.

Despite the pleasant weather, everyone went about their daily lives as usual. That was horrible in some ways and good in others.

Boom!

"Kuhk!"

Both a dull noise and a brief cry could be heard. Then came the sounds of someone wailing in agony.

It was in Manila.

The tall buildings appeared to be supporting the sky. It was a magnificent scene.

In contrast, a man was lying still on a pile of garbage.

He appeared to be in his mid-twenties because of stress but still, he was pretty attractive.

Looking at him in this situation was miserable because this man is still young.

But his face is already beginning to show a few fine lines. The stress was beginning to become apparent.

But this gave him a more serious air. He had the appearance of a respectable, appealing young man. The tiniest amount of belly fat on his lower abdomen was the sole flaw. Most Filipino guys now in their twenties years had beer bellies.

He was compelled to work non-stop as a minor.

His employers took advantage of this trait to savagely toil him till he collapse.

His attractive looks, though, were unable to conceal how he was feeling. He was a complete mess.

His hair appeared greasy as if he hadn't taken a shower in several days. One wondered when he had last had his hair cut because it was so long. He also had an uneven mustache. His physical look gave a clear indication of his mental state at the time.

He was at least dressed sharply, although even that was soiled and wrinkled. He had the appearance of a vagrant. One would keep their distance from him if someone spotted him.

He looked awful beyond belief. He appeared filthy.

"Awwwww! "

He tried to lift his upper body but the impact of being hurled to the ground caused his back to burn as though it were on fire.

It was making it difficult for him to breathe. He wanted to go lie down at that point, but he was unable to do so.

He awkwardly got back up on his feet.

Despite all the struggles and sacrifices he had to make, he appeared to be a hero who had made it to the Demon King's fortress. He had hatred in his eyes as he peered ahead.

He lived this life of exploitation until 18 years of age.

William was able to appreciate the worth of money as a result.

He was in front of a tall building. The background was a clear sky, and the numerous glass windows of the spotless skyscraper reflected the sun.

The building appeared unchanged, but the person observing it had radically different eyes. He had once seen this building as his future and the boss is someone that he could trust.

He now gave it a venomous stare, as if it were his mortal enemy.

He moved forward yet another time. He rushed swiftly in the direction of the structure, his anger in his heart not hidden.

His actions revealed how he was feeling.

He was still unable to enter the building.

He was obstructed by two bodyguards.

He turned to face the men in his front.

He had never before been described as short. At 182 cm, he was fairly tall. He was obligated to look down on others a lot of the time.

The men blocking his route were considerably larger than he was.

They stood a minimum of 190 cm tall. On the exterior, they appeared to be slender, but their bodies were packed with strong muscles.

They were built like brick houses and we were dressed in suits.