They were giving him an education, or at least, that’s what they called it.0

Smack!0

When he, a human being, had acted like a human being, they would severely beat him, saying that it was an action that didn’t fit him. Other than having to stand on two feet and being able to speak in a human tongue, his identity was clear.0

“You are not human.”0

He wasn’t allowed to take any action that even hinted at him being human. Lee Jun-Kyeong had been forced to sleep in a little house in the yard and had to eat on the floor while his owners were at the table.0

“Hehe. How cute.”0

Above all, he had to become the toy of children who were even younger than he had been.0

“How far does your arm move?”0

“Is he as strong as we are?”0

“No way! Not this thing!”0

They would thoroughly play with the younger Lee Jun-Kyeong. He wasn’t allowed to protest at all. Even when he had tried to run to his death, resistance was impossible. They would simply break his arms and make him crawl on all fours.0

‘They broke my will.’0

Fortunately, the wife of the Hunter couple that had bought him was a healer. Though, even at this age, he wasn’t sure if that had been a good thing.0

Either way, Lee Jun-Kyeong survived and endured each day, where the only time he would have for himself...0