Morvian

[Cover Credits: Sleepwrite (Fellow Author)]
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I'm an 18-year-olds orphan that only finished high school and lived by relying on the government's help.

When I was troubled searching for a work in this city since I did not want to continue living like this, a woman entered my room without knocking.

Without even at least a single polite greeting or words of pleasantry, she kept on staring at me with a hardened gaze. That type of gaze was something I have noticed from people who had always bullied me since childhood.

While thinking about what I have done to offend this beautiful but cold woman, I realized that she is not here to talk bullshit with me.

She told me to sign the paper which I haven't read due to her stare that seemed like a weapon. It felt like it can kill me if I did not sign this.

While thinking about my life's possible ending and the fact that I don't even know why I signed the paper with melancholy. I have always been a coward. Never have I ever dared to do what my heart tells me to ever since I was little.

Closing my eyes with resigned feeling, I'm waiting for judgment to comes for this pitiful life of mine.

I was waiting for the pain I was expecting to come. A minute, another minute, then another minute has passed and I knew it's still not coming for me. The atmosphere seemed to be a little strange.

Feeling confused, I opened my eyes and peeked at her face. It was now completely crimson as her cheek was blushing to the highest extent. I thought I was able to imagine a steam coming from her head for a split second.

Instead of my confusion disappearing, it worsened instead. Keeping my perplexed expression, I was screaming inside my head.

[CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME NOW??]
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Synopsis & Prologue edited By: reinesse
She's the Author of 'Queen of Performing Arts' you should try to read her works!
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Tags : [Caring Protagonist] [Male Protagonist] [Martial Arts] [Monster] [Post Apocalyptic] [Romance]  [Super Power] [Strong Love Interest] [Weak To Strong]

My Wife is a Gangster Boss

Somewhere within deep in an alley, there's a thugs group laughing while beating and kicking a person who's curling his body while protecting his head.


After an unknown time, they finished their beating since they felt tired and bored because their victims didn't retaliate at all, although they're free doing this to people they're still limited to no-killing rules since they're within the Capital City of Asia Federation.


Leaving the boy full of bruises and injuries, they're going out of the alley to proceed into their special spot not too far from this location.


Their special spot is a gathering of gangsters which is ruling the dark side of Capital City since he didn't care about it the boy didn't try to pry about it because he felt living a normal life is already hard to increase it more unless he's a masochist.


Standing up while feeling pain, he gritted his teeth to prevent the sound from his mouth leaked since he didn't want them to go back into their act of beating him again.


Puking little blood while forcing the majority of the blood to back into his throat, since he didn't want to lose the blood because it would make his body condition worsened.


He walks with a limp, not caring for the pity and disgust with which people throw to him with their gaze because he did not feel strange anymore with the gaze he receives since his child, until now currently at 18-year-old age.


If not for the money from the government which I got monthly, I already died from hunger and for me, hunger is scarier than the beating I got from thugs since I'll never die just from beatings like this.


The reason is my ability which awakened silently when I was beaten for the first time when I was still a kid at that time, if not for that timely awakened moment then I'm gone already.


The ability which I have secretly is something related to health regeneration if we must compare it with ability from the game, it's quite useless I think but it was the one who kept me alive this far so I feel thankful for it.


Every time I've been beaten by thugs or bullies, I only need rest from 1-2 hours for external wounds healed, but for the internal wounds I need more than 3-4 hours for it to be healed.


People within this Capital City always think there's someone who's healing me secretly or giving me money to cure it in a healing facility, while the truth is it is because of my ability to heal from injury.


After a tiring walk into my home, with a relaxed feeling he's opening the door with a push since his home is in slums so there's nothing like a door lock.


Sitting on a lopsided sofa, I'm thinking about how to get money aside from the government so I can change my life condition into a better place.


Although I can be healed by my ability after rest every time I'm beaten, the pain isn't enjoyable since I'm not a masochist.


Yeah, I'm a Scaredy Cat type person who always didn't dare to voice my dissatisfaction, but since I'm an adult already I need to change a little like an example is my life condition which is too poor to see the appearance of this home.


While thinking about my future plan about my current life, suddenly I'm hearing there's a sound of the car parked near my home but feeling that it was not his business, thinking since no one will come here so I'm continuing with my thinking.


I'm Loser, People Always Call Me Scaredy Cat!!