1 Prologue (18+)

(⚠️Trigger Warning!⚠️)

[Volume 1: Scar Of Rage, begins]

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Prologue — Cruelty

"Hah, you trash! Know that you're beneath us in this town!"

A group of beggars were stomping on a skinny kid that covered his head without a sound.

He endured silently without showing any emotions. His eyes just remained listless and detached.

The little kid hasn't done anything wrong. He was also a beggar like them but was new and alone in this unfamiliar town. And thus, the beggars came to teach the power structure of the slums.

To sum it all up, the little kid was at the very bottom.

The beggars soon lost interest after ganging up on the kid for a while. It wasn't fun to beat someone who didn't show pain or other emotions.

The little kid laid weakly on the cold ground as his dull eyes glanced at the sky.

Pitter patter.

It started to rain.

As he got soaked, a weak ember slowly ignited within his red pupils.

I still vividly remember that night...

The night I lost everything.

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"Haaa... Haaa...."

I shakily covered my mouth to stop myself from making a sound. I was confused when my family forced me to hid inside the cabinet, but I soon realized why.

I slowly peaked through the gaps of the closed cabinet. An old cabinet small enough to only fit a small child like me. Outside, I saw blood. A puddle of blood.

And there. I saw my father's headless body on the floor. His lifeless head rolling to my direction.

I gasped with my eyes shaking. I didn't understand what was happening. Is my father dead? Why?

I felt horrified as I saw my father's sunken dead eyes staring at me.

I then heard the sobbing noises of my sister and mother.

A group of beasts no less than a devil set their eyes on them.

I saw how they trembled in fear as five men slowly approached them with a dirty look after they killed my father.

I knew these men were going to do unspeakable things to them. They were going to defile and hurt them.

Yet I was too scared to even move a single muscle. I didn't want it to happen. I want to save them.

However, I couldn't move. I struggled and roared to save them but I couldn't even make a sound.

I could only hide and watch them being savagely violated.

A whimper. A scream. A shout. A defiant moan. And a cry for help.

Those sounds filled my ears. Sounds I didn't want to hear. I wanted to close my ears and eyes but couldn't.

Tears poured out from my eyes. I could do nothing but watch them struggle powerlessly as they got violated by the five beasts.

The more they struggled, the more the beasts took pleasure in it.

I soon realized why I couldn't move to save them.

I was scared.

Fear overwhelmed my body.

I was a coward that could only watch his own family get defiled and violated by beasts.

I saw my sister lowering her head to look in my direction while being violated and defiled on our bed.

Our eyes seemed to met. I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt as I looked at her eyes that showed no life. It used to shine brightly like a pair of rubies, filled with hope and life.

And vaguely... No, she was clearly asking for help with those eyes. From me. To save her from that misery.

But it was already too late.

They were now dead. Their eyes lost their life.

Ah. My sister died. My mother too. They died miserably. All because I was too scared to save them.

Even now, these beasts continued to ravage their dead bodies without a care other than their own lust.

Their deaths were seared deeply into my mind. So that I wouldn't forget about this moment.

My tears have long dried out. What comes after all tears from the tear ducts dried out? It was blood. Tears of blood.

This night was like hell. No, it was hell. The village, the place where I grew up, suddenly got destroyed.

Innumerable times have passed, but the cruelty of humans hasn't changed. It just continued to worsen.

I came to know that my poor village was raided by bandits. Without a capable spirit master to defend, the bandits ruthlessly looted wealth, wreaked havoc, and rap** without guilt.

All I remember was their smiles that took pleasure as they slaughtered people and rap** the defenseless women and children.

My family, my friends, and people who were close and kind to me—All of them died, their bodies being devoured by the flames and becoming ashes.

This was just an insignificant village. And what happened today may be an insignificant accident within this world. It wouldn't even be mentioned for too long. It would eventually be forgotten except for one person.

A small kid.

The village was consumed with flames that danced viciously as it burned down everything into ashes.

The bandits had already left to celebrate their glorious success.

And I, the only cowardly survivor, kneeled before the enormous flames. Its scalding heat burned my chest, but it didn't matter to me.

I stared at the burning sight of my village with blood running down my cheeks.

I…

I swore revenge against the cruelty of humans.

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