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Chapter 81: $ Stealer
I WAS drawn to live suicide because of the money I could make from it. Following my payouts in Live Suicide, I have several scenarios in mind. For example, I can pay off my debts to my parents as well as repay all the money that my father has embezzled from other people.
No matter how much I doubt myself, I’m forced to do it because there is no alternative. This is the only option available to me, therefore I have no choice but to take advantage of this little possibility if it comes my way. I’m also going to die, so what difference does it make whether I commit myself to Live Suicide? And at least, when I die here, I will have done something kind and good for my family and the many other people who have placed their faith and support in us.
I don’t want to die knowing that I have done nothing good in the world except to foment discord among people. There is no way of predicting whether I will be able to recover since, acco
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