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Prologue

With everything that has taken place in the past in his life.

He no longer finds anything surprising.

When he breathed his last aboard that ship. Because he is the only thing left within that ship, all he can remember is how cold and empty his life is.

If he considers his regrets from the past. Then, he already regrets a great deal of things.

He wanted to help, and that was really all he wanted.

He tried his best to support everyone, but he believed that nobody considered him seriously. Nobody bothered to see the person hiding beneath all of his confidence. He worked so hard to share everything that there is nothing left for him.

He, therefore, thinks that, if there is anything he regrets, it is that he never made an effort to understand himself first.

He never thought he would get another chance. But given everything he has already been through, maybe this time he can learn to love himself first.

And so when he first opened his eyes someone was waking him up with cheer and love. All he thought was, "What the fuck?"

The last thing he remembered was all the floating trash around him that was left in space, trying to conserve his last bits of energy and regretting all the help that he extends to everyone. He never tried to help himself first.

He has all the resources to help himself, but he never tried to help himself because he thought that if he did, that would just prove to everyone what they thought about him, which is an arrogant fuck, a philanthropist, a playboy, and a selfish man.

He is tired. But what he has is a will.

And he is iron man.

This time, he will love himself.