Happiness.
Out of all the emotions people try to grasp, happiness—and true joy—remains by far the most elusive.
Is the joy you feel a fabricated illusion, something your mind has conjured? Or is it a reflection of the world you grew up in, shaped by your past and background?
Well… no one really knows.
But everyone seems determined to squeeze the most out of life while they still can.
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XXXXX Blog — 2nd August 2025
Breaking News: If you're the one seeing this, thank the stars, because I have yet another prophecy—
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The world will end in exactly one year.
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"Mom! I'm going for a walk," the baritone voice of a plump young man echoed from the entrance of an apartment in one of Seoul's priciest buildings.
"Okay, baby," his mother replied warmly. "Don't stay out too late."
Click.
The door swung open, and the man, cloaked in an oversized black hoodie that shadowed his face, jogged out of the house.
Instead of taking the elevator, he opted for the 50-story staircase.
"Hooo!" he exhaled, gazing at the seemingly endless staircase with resolute eyes. "Today… I will reach the ground floor."
The young man stretched slightly.
Usually this was not part of his daily routine.
He had always been an introvert, terrified of social interactions, indifferent to how others perceived him.
But that was all behind him now. He had seen the truth—the privilege of being one of the very few who knew the world would end in a year.
There was so much he wanted to do in the time left: be a devoted son, finally tell his mother he loved her and that she was the best mom in the world.
And more than anything… he wanted a girlfriend. He wanted to have sex, raw and unrestrained.
Yes, there was no way he would leave this world a virgin. He needed to experience it all. The different varieties and kinks, from milfs to noonas to suck up princesses.
The man was… hmm… let's call him... Lee Mi-jun.
Mi-jun slid on his headphones and began jogging down the stairs, the rhythm of his steps echoing off the concrete walls.
He was also the one who had paid for a prophecy class—and somehow, got chosen (or scammed).
Now, he knew the future.
"If I don't reach the end, I'm ga—" He shook his head. "Better not start my first chapter with such a crude word."
Beneath the hood, the gray eyes of the young man gleamed with quiet excitement as he slapped his own cheeks. "Let's get started, shall we?"