�Sumodo, what are you doing now?�

�The salt is all mixed.�I have to put it where it was before.�It was here, and this particle is, yes, here!�

�Salt���

the mother asked.

�What?�

Even the weak life was buried in the voice.

�damn!�I have to build up here.�I need a set of tweezers.�

I know there are compulsions.

However, the sight of his son rummaging through the salt was not an obsession by the standards of ordinary people.

�My son is not crazy.��said her mother weeping.

�Sumodo, that�s just salt.�The salt is spilled.�

�It is not so.�The size, shape, color, and all the particles are different.�

As soon as he finished speaking, his mother came over and turned Sumodo�s shoulder.

And with all his might, he slapped his son on the cheek.

�why are you like this?�What are you complaining about!��It didn�t matter what relatives saw.

�you�re stupid?�Are you sick?�Why the hell do you live like this!�Why are you living like this!�

Sumodo moved as her mother waved.

Even when they slapped me or shouted at me, I did not resent them.

It was a minor problem for him, who had lived his entire life under compulsion.

� I am??????

It is an essential question in the child�s head.

�What kind of world are we living in?�

Whether this was an error, a blessing or a curse, I felt like I was trapped in the framework of this world.

Tess asked.

�Because I can����Do you?���okay.�that�s free�Didn�t you just break my finger too?�Because I can.�

�You say that now���

Smodo shouted, breaking his own fingers.

�You can do this!�

Tess frowned.

�what�s the problem?�If this is wrong, then the world shouldn�t be like this in the first place!�Ask the guy who made it!�I�m doing it because I can, but why are you fucking fucking me!� JrNovels.com