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The boy walked among mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Plots eroded his innocence. Lies whittled away his childishness. Betrayals put solid armor on him. Regrets and desires turned into his sharpest blades.

He grew up by stepping on piles of bones. At first, he turned into a young man. Then, he turned into a young man amid the bloody storms and perils. The young man raised his head and saw a throne of bones standing on the peak of the endless corpses, but all the bones were black.

He smiled and walked unhurriedly to the skeleton throne that was destined to be his.

But right then, a head popped up from the pool of blood nearby.

Vulture.

"You again."

He frowned, not very happy.

He was dazed for a moment. He did not remember such a vulture. Why did he say 'again'?