si-mexico Chapter 527 Born Bad
Chapter 527 Born Bad
Fragments of memory surged up, carrying with them the fishy smell of the swamp.
That was shortly after he was adopted by his foster parents, when he was still a young child.
One day, a neighboring kid got a piece of crystal clear malt sugar and licked it in front of him as if showing off. The sweet aroma aroused his greed.
He subconsciously reached out his hand, but before his fingertips could touch the child, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if stained by dirt, with undisguised contempt and disgust on his face: "Get away! Bastard! Do you think you deserve to eat candy?"
The word "bastard" was like a red-hot iron rod, deeply branding his young heart.
The piece of candy that he never really owned became the first clear and humiliating boundary in his life - some things were not born to be his.
When he grew older, he huddled like a shadow in the corner of the dilapidated streets, watching the immortal masters in bright robes and flying swords across the sky, like gods overlooking the dust and mud.
The glances they occasionally cast were either indifferent or filled with a hint of pity for the ants, but they never really lingered.
When a low-level monster occasionally emerged from the depths of the forest, emitting a foul and fishy stench, he felt a sense of powerlessness and fear that seeped into his bones and made his teeth chatter.
In the face of these absolute powers, he was as small as a blade of grass, and his life and death depended on the other party's thoughts.
The crushing fear brought by power and one's own insignificance and powerlessness are like ice water soaking into every limb.
In order to retrieve something, he fought with a wild dog and was torn all over by the dog's sharp claws that emitted a foul smell. He could only flee in the mud in a panic, listening to the howling behind him, and the hatred burning in his heart was almost burning his sanity.
He hated it all! He hated this feeling of powerlessness, this fate of being trampled upon by others! Those sanctimonious immortal masters, those wanton monsters, those mortals who bullied others... How could the evil in their bones be any more innocent than his?
Why can they be so high and mighty while I have to crawl in the dust? !
What he hated even more was that there was someone who could always be above him, like a sword hanging over his head, constantly reminding him of his weakness and failure.
So he learned to hide his fangs under a harmless skin.
He became obedient, silent, and even a little timid, like a stone thrown casually on the roadside, not attracting any extra attention.
Under such disguise, many things become "natural".
The domineering child who had pushed him into the mud and snatched away his only remaining food slipped and fell into the thinly frozen pond on a dark and windy night.
In the shadow of the trees on the shore, he quietly watched the small hands scratching in vain on the cold water, and listened to the cry for help that became hoarse and distorted due to extreme fear, and finally turned into a string of weak bubbles and fell into silence.
What surged in my heart was not fear, but a strange pleasure of controlling the life and death of others.
The wild dog that always barked at him and repeatedly scared away the food he had worked so hard to find was lured to a secluded place by him using meat bait mixed with poison, and then he smashed its head slowly and methodically with stones.
The warm, red and white liquid splashed on his face, carrying a fishy-sweet smell, and the dog could only utter a few weak, painful whimpers before it completely died. He looked at the gradually solidifying filth and felt an unprecedented calm.
And there was the gossipy woman who always made up stories about him and accused him of stealing. He had only tampered with the clothes she hung out to dry, leaving some subtle traces of homeless people nearby. He also "accidentally" revealed the rumor that there were often beggars hanging out in the back mountain when she was anxiously looking for her missing young son.
Listening to the woman's heart-wrenching cries that continued day and night, he actually felt that the sound was more beautiful than the music played by the best musician in town.
See, this is what is called "evil will be punished with evil."
How unfair is Heaven? If it truly has eyes, why does it condone evil? If it has no eyes, then this "retribution" is created by him personally! As for why this "retribution" falls on those few people? What does it have to do with him? He is just an "innocent" bystander.
One evening after a heavy rain, he squatted beside a muddy puddle and stared at his own reflection in the water.
His face was pale and handsome, even carrying a hint of the youthful immaturity of a young man. But his eyes were filled with a bottomless, dark darkness devoid of any light. He suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a silent, twisted smile.
He understood that if the heart is not enslaved by the body, no one can hurt it.
Emotions are shackles and conscience is a burden.
Only by getting rid of the heart that is sensitive to pain, weakness, and hesitation can one be truly free and truly... powerful.
His heart had long been quietly rotting in an unseen corner, amidst repeated injustices and bullying, and amidst repeated cold stares and calculations, emitting an inner smell of decay that even he himself had become accustomed to.
Therefore, when he was rescued by Liu Jiqian from desperate situation and saw the figure that was as cold as frost and snow and as bright as the moon, what surged in his heart was not the gratitude, respect and admiration that an ordinary person should have, nor was there any sincere thought of repayment.
What there is is just a dark desire that is ready to move, mixed with jealousy, possessiveness and destructive impulses.
How could such a person be so pure, so powerful, so... high and mighty? He only wanted to drag this piece of frost and snow into the mire, sully that purity, or... take it for himself and then destroy it with his own hands.
Save? He didn't need saving.
The place of depravity is the breeding ground for him.
He was born hopeless.
So, when he saw Lu Wensheng - the man who seemed to have gathered the talents of heaven and earth, was as gentle as jade, had compassion for all living beings, could always easily gain the trust and support of others, and even his light seemed so warm and not dazzling.
A kind of boredom and hatred that almost breaks through reason grows uncontrollably from the inside out.
Lu Wensheng's existence itself is like a spotless mirror, ruthlessly reflecting the darkness and ugliness in his heart.
It was a light that he could never reach and would never want to understand.
Such existence itself is the most ruthless mockery of his filthy soul.
He couldn't stand such perfection and hated this kind of destiny that seemed to be born to stand in the light.
His heart had long been rotting and stinking silently in a dark corner where no one could see it, breeding the most vicious bacteria and maggots.
To him, all beautiful, warm and pure things are not salvation, but deadly poison that burns his soul.
He reveled in the ultimate madness, intoxicated by the sense of control and pleasure brought by killing. Watching lives slip away in his hands, listening to the wails of despair, allowed him to truly feel his own "existence" and "power."
He was such a born bad guy. In the darkness where no one could save him, he actively embraced depravity and sacrificed his soul to the abyss.
He is destined to embark on a special path that goes against the light and is full of thorns and destruction.
And at the end of this road, perhaps there is only... eternal extinction, or he will drag the entire world he hates down with him to be buried with him.
Now, he has the power to overturn the chessboard. Those figures that he once looked up to, hated, and wanted to tear apart will all make the most beautiful wails under his claws.
At this moment, he was clinging to the top of the Demon Mountain, looking at the sons of "light" who were struggling to move upwards and trying to protect something, with a twisted and cruel arc on the corner of his mouth.
Come on, come on, let him see how long these so-called beliefs, friendship, and sacrifices can last in the face of the absolute power he now possesses that is enough to overturn everything?
He looked forward to dragging everything they cherished, along with themselves, into this abyss of no return!
Sinking with him——