Mob Protagonist ~ Mob in the Novel But There Is A Problem

kies today.
They’re hot, so be careful.”

“Homemade!”

I was so surprised that my mouth dropped open.
Because they are homemade, right?

“Here you go.”

There are cookies and milk on the table.
They were slightly warm in my hand.
Seriously, warm cookies? Huh? Are they homemade cookies? What a legendary item!

When I take it into my little mouth and bite into it, I feel a light touch, the sweetness spreads, and the warmth lingers in my mouth.
I’ve never had a warm cookie before! They were freshly made!

I thought homemade cookies were an urban legend.
Mom’s homemade cookies are delicious.
They were the best.

I’m convinced that this was the best environment for me.
In my previous life, my parents were divorced and always talked shit about each other, so maybe the comparison was too harsh.

But I was moved even if the comparison was wrong.
I had never seen such a family.
Even on TV, the only families that get along are the immortal sea families.
In dramas, they are usually divorced and don’t get back together unless there is a touching and adventurous event.
I would like to ask them if they know what the suspension bridge effect is.

So I know that the seemingly ordinary family is a miracle.
My mom seemed to be a somewhat ladylike ex-box girl, though.
She must come from a good family.

I clutched the cookie tightly and smashed it to pieces, determined not to let this family fall apart.

“Kukki~!”

I was a young boy with fragile tear glands.
I was so fragile that I could not hold back my tears.
Handmade cookies.
I was on the verge of tears, but my mom smiled and patted me on the head to comfort me.

“Don’t worry.
There’s more where that came from.”

I made a firm vow to my mom as she consoled me.
It was a vow of homemade cookies.
I would protect this family.

Then I crushed another cookie.

What should I do to protect this family as a child? …… Smiles, gratitude, and money.

Let’s study the winning numbers of the lotto.
That’s what I’ll do.
It’s the perfect plan.
I thought if I study it from an early age.
I’ll win at least the first prize a few times.
I never won anything in my previous life.

So I decided to collect lotto numbers by tapping on the computer.
I would have to say it was a constructive action.
I think people would give me a lot of credit for that.
What do you think?

And so I lived as a good boy until I was five years old.
Unfortunately, my parents didn’t buy a lotto, so I had to wait until I was old enough to buy one.
It’s called lying in bed.

But when I turned five.

My life was ruined.