Who am I?
I am short and dirty compared to you.
I have no parents, I am a bully, the one you always tell your children to stay away from.
I am a despicable thief, who is always beaten by drunkards, because they cannot find a more despicable target than .
But I'm just a person who wants to survive.
I never sought to be loved, I only sought to survive. But even that I could not do.
I am the one who stood between the boundary of life and death.
My whole body ached so much that "feeling" was a luxury.
It hurts, it hurts…
I feel like I'm going to die.
I don't want to die.
I must survive... survive.
Whatever it takes.
…
Who am I?
I am a person who has obtained a new life.
Compared to that miserable place, my place is a thousand tis more luxurious than theirs.
All the luxuries I never dread of were now placed before .
As long as I ask, there will always be a waiter on duty to follow my orders, no matter if it is noon or midnight.
I am a smart person, my self-proclaid foster father said that.
Because I can learn things very quickly, things that other people need hundreds of thousands of hours of practice to master, I only need one morning.
He said I was a genius, and I feel the sa.
I'm a genius... not a worthless scum.
My foster father promised that when he could beco the head of the clan, he would make his right-hand man.
I'm really looking forward to it.
But all is gone.
My foster father was murdered, and I was accused of being his murderer.
At this point, I feel like it's incomprehensible, even if I'm a genius.
Why is no one defending ? I didn't do this!
There are clearly many suspicious points, why is no one suspicious?
I risked my life to beg the maids and servants to testify for .
They always smiled at , they were always friendly to , they understood the relationship between and my foster father, one of them always followed , this person must have clearly written that I did not poison my foster father, right?
Right?
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Who am I?
I am a prisoner.
This place is really shitty as hell.
It stinks, it's fishy, it stinks.
I don't even know how many words to use to describe this place.
And on top of that, what makes this place hellish is a bunch of prisoners who are as filthy as pigs in a sty.
They were much ruder, more brutal, and more vicious than anyone I had seen before.
Once again, I beca a target for abuse.
Beating, spitting on the face, pouring water on people,... have almost beco too common.
One ti they challenged to a ga, with each ti I lost, a nail being pulled out of my finger.
I know they are jealous.
They are jealous, because I always keep my hands clean. While their hands are like sticks stuck in a pile of shit.
They are jealous, because my hands have done things much more noble than their miserable life of imprisonnt.
So they destroyed my hands.
One by one, the fingernails were pulled out…
And with each pulled nail, I felt so much pain that I felt like I was dying.
Why do I have to put up with all this?
With ten fingers already covered in blood, I was slamd like a dead dog onto the dirty prison floor.
The rotten water that had not been cleaned for a long ti had entered my mouth, making extrely nauseous.
But that also brought back to my senses.
I don't want to suffer anymore.
Those filthy prisoners made indignant, but they still taught one thing.
It is brutal.
So, I have a plan.
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Who am I?
I am an escapee.
I was able to escape from that damn place after poisoning all the prisoners and hiding among the corpses.
This is the first ti I actually killed soone.
Strangely enough, guilt... was sothing that didn't arise in my heart at all.
I just feel satisfied, extrely satisfied.
Every ti I rember those damn faces pale from the poison, I just want to scream with joy.
Is this my salvation?
Or is it so instinct inside ?
I don't know, but I don't hate this.
And now, I want revenge.
I investigated and discovered that the death of my forr adoptive father was due to a political struggle over inheritance rights. And I'm just an abandoned pawn.
This is difficult, because this is more complicated than I thought.
I also can't take revenge on anyone, because if my existence is revealed, I will definitely die.
But soday, I will be back.
I joined a bandit gang.
These bandits were all as ragged as those prisoners. But I was no longer the weakling I once was.
Through sheer brutality, I climbed the ranks of the gang.
It was only then that I truly realized how beneficial it is to have a smart head.
Those idiots were like puppets controlled by my lies and deception.
Every ti I see soone eliminated by , I feel satisfied.
I want more, like a wild beast that is never full.
Eventually, I beca the head of a bandit gang.
But then, the difficulties also beca apparent.
My enemies were much stronger than I had imagined. Even if there were ten bandit gangs, I would not have a chance to take revenge.
I'm sad, I'm depressed, I'm angry, because I know it's true.
But I will not give up.
If ten gangs are not enough, then I will control a hundred gangs, a thousand gangs!
But then, one day.
A woman ca to .
This is a dangerous woman... no, the most dangerous person I have ever t.
But I am also a dangerous man, so I'm not afraid of her.
Luckily, she didn't want to harm , she said she saw potential in and she wanted to give a gift, in return I would have to burn this world.
Burn this world? Sounds so senseless.
But I accepted, because I felt nothing but pleasure and satisfaction.
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Who am I?
I am... an eternally hungry monster.
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