Chapter One The Accursed Tyrant

Chapter One

The Cursed Tyrant

"What is this?" The first thing he was greeted with was indifferent stares.

A woman with cold, dull, dark eyes looked at him as if he were an ant or a useless tool. That's what this child, minutes old, felt.

He felt extreme fear that consumed his mind, and even more so,

the pain that pierced his heart. All these emotions flooded the heart of this little child because of the gaze of this woman. Between her embrace and her cruelty,

she dropped him after casting several indifferent glances. Fortunately,

he was picked up by an old woman, the maid of the tyrant. "His talent is ordinary with a weak constitution; he only has your lineage,

but he can never awaken it due to his constitution." The maid didn't interact with the old woman's words, taking a light step before disappearing, her voice echoing in the maid's ears,

"Isolate him from the sect or give him a painless death." The old woman shivered and sighed at her unfortunate fate. "How can I give him a painless death, madam?"

Five years later, in a quiet corner, a little boy, not yet five years old, distinguished by his snow-white hair. He inherited this trait from his ancestors, his paternal grandmother,

making it a distinctive mark that set him apart from other children. Alongside his shiny white hair, his small face was characterized by a pure pale white color.

But what caught attention about this child were his deep dark black eyes. In his pupils, all one could see was the dark abyss, reaching into the depths of the soul.

"Well, well, what do I do now to catch her attention?" Oliver thought.

This little boy wanted to catch his mother's attention, to make her look at him and feel his presence. He once tried to do something big to get her attention, but what he received was a spit on his face with harsh words like ember.

"Useless, why didn't you kill him, Helena?" That was the name of his old maid, who was entrusted with the care of Oliver, the child of the desolate origin sect leader.

"But, madam, you instructed me to take care of him," Helena sighed at her miserable fate.

The sect leader had twin children, a son and a daughter. Her daughter, Lafeetil,

was born with a pure origin energy and the talent of superior beings. She reached the first rank of body condensation at the age of one day due to the abundant pure origin energy in her body and entered the transcendent second rank

. This caused a complete shock to the desolate origin sect and she became famous. "Will we witness a third honored in our sect?"

This was what came to the minds of the sect members. On the other hand, Oliver was born with ordinary talent and a weak constitution.

There were slight rumors within the sect that his sister was the reason for his poor talent, as she absorbed all of his talent within their mother's womb. All this didn't matter to Oliver,

the little boy sitting on soft green grass. Crystal springs flowed around him, and colorful flowers covered the ground with their beauty.

The boy, not yet five years old, sat quietly on the ground, observing with wide eyes the breathtaking natural scenery around him.

Clear springs flowed among the green grasses, sliding gently and coolly, reflecting the child sitting in complete tranquility and contemplation.

All this intense thinking and contemplation for one thing: his harsh mother. He loved her dearly, wanting her affection,

whether in her perfect appearance or the instinctive feeling that attracted him to her. It became an obsession...

A body as white as snow, pure and flawless, attractive black eyes that shimmered in the midst of ruby-red irises,

her shiny golden hair flowed freely and reached the hips, with large breasts that longed for natural nourishment. But behind this deadly beauty was extreme cruelty and indifference that made the skin crawl.

All she cared about was how to benefit from everything around her, whether her sect or even her little genius daughter. To her, everyone was just tools. This is what Oliver learned about his mother over the past five years.

The sect leader of the desolate origin, ranked ninth, was respected for her mysterious origin. "Um..." Oliver felt something flicker in his mind,

with a message reaching his mind involuntarily. [Ready for activation] It's the roulette;

this mysterious roulette had accompanied him even before his birth. It was the reason for his acute awareness and early intelligence.

But when he wanted to use it, it appeared dark with a message [Unavailable].

"Can I use it now?"

Oliver rejoiced and delved into the depths of his mind. He saw a huge roulette.

"How can my head contain such a size?" This childish idea was the first thing that came to his mind, not the fear of the massive roulette shape,

as if it were born from the womb of the universe itself.

It was adorned with chaotic inscriptions and symbols, scattered in complex colors like veins running in the earth. The fiery red like hellfire, the shimmering gold like a new rising sun,

and the terrifying black like pitch darkness choking the sight.

Looking at it for a long time made one feel small and weak in front of those unknown creatures hiding behind these strange symbols. It felt like swimming in an ocean of mystery and ignorance, where everything was possible, and everything...

Oliver took a contemplative stance in front of this massive roulette, carved with strange symbols and signs. He didn't really understand what attracted him to it so strongly, but he continued to watch it with great curiosity.

Suddenly, a simple laugh escaped from his lips, which quickly escalated and became louder and louder. "Hahaha... hahahaha... Wow!

" He burst into a fit of laughter, a laughter so childlike and infectious. Oliver didn't understand the reason for this intense laughter that seized him.

But he felt comfortable and at ease in the presence of this strange roulette, as if these inscriptions and symbols were caressing his stomach.

And he had no doubt that anyone looking at him in this state would undoubtedly say that he was a mad child!

Well, after catching his breath, Oliver looked at this roulette and wondered,

"How can I make it spin now?

" [Do you want to use the roulette?]

[Yes / No]

Oliver looked at the floating words in front of him. Well, he pressed "Yes, definitely." Suddenly, from nothing,

a metallic object appeared with two faces, one black and the other golden. Oliver understood what this roulette wanted from him.

He threw the coin onto it, and it fell under his palm. It was black. He felt confused about what would happen.

The massive roulette changed completely to black. There was a ringing in Oliver's ears, and he saw the roulette spinning at a terrifying speed,

as if supernatural forces were controlling it. It emitted mysterious whispers and sent frightening flashes that pierced the atmosphere, warning of the arrival of unusual creatures from another world.

Looking at it for a long time made one feel small and weak in front of those unknown creatures that used complex symbols as their anchors.

The roulette continued to spin, swimming in an ocean of mystery and ignorance, where everything was possible, and everything impossible.

As the wheel of fortune continued to spin, its speed gradually decreased until it stopped,

resulting in the pointer resting on a dark and mysterious character with no defined features. 

[Name: Cursed Tyrant Devil

Rank: Extinction

Talent:

Increase intelligence by 1000% (learning and understanding)

Increase training speed of extinction energy by 2000% ????????

Increase strength by 500%

Increase spirit by 500%

Increase demons' submission by 500%

Negative effects: Your essence is not human ???? No longer human ??

Increase emotional instability by 500%

Increase love for demons by 500%

Increase 500% ??????????

A high-pitched whistle came out of little Oliver's mouth. He was in a state of extreme panic, not because of the power of this character and its terror but...

[This is the first chapter; I hope you liked it. Inshallah, the chapters will not be less than 1000 words, and they will be released every other day for the sake of event quality.]

[The Wheel of Fortune itself, the roulette]

[It's also very important, guys, that you tell me if the speech is understandable and clear to you, and what are the errors if any.]