My life was a monotonous rhythm: school, manga, sleep, repeat. On the surface, it seemed "comfortable," a predictable existence only marred by the distant hum of financial woes and the ever-present question of a post-graduation job. Yet, beneath this tranquil veneer, something festered. This wasn't my rhythm. It was a suffocating cycle, a fragile shell threatening to shatter at any moment.

I knew I had to change. I craved a new way of living, a system unburdened by external rules, where only the measure of my own capabilities mattered.

This is the story of my ultimate gamble. This is "I Bet on Myself.

Wake up. Go to school. Come home. Read manga. Sleep.


That was the loop. A predictable, almost sterile existence that defined my twenties. Ignoring the constant, dull pressure of financial debt and the creeping anxiety of final exams, it looked, on paper, like a comfortable, even enviable, life. An easily digestible routine. A way to simply exist.


I knew, instinctively, that this comfortable cycle wouldn't last. The moment I graduated, the illusion would shatter, replaced by the immediate, crushing need to find a job—a decent job—something I was woefully unprepared for.


But the problem wasn't the future; the problem was the present.


There was a malfunction in the system. A silent, grinding friction in the gears of my routine that had begun to drive me insane. I couldn't keep doing it. Every repeated step felt like a lie, every predictable hour a betrayal of some unknown potential. I felt like a balloon, steadily over-inflated, waiting for the slightest touch to make me burst.


I had to change it. Not modify it, but dismantle it entirely. I needed a different operating system. A life built not on external expectations or outdated societal norms, but on a framework free from constraints, where every challenge was set and met only by my own capabilities.


Chapter 1 - I Bet On Myself