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In the darkest monts of my life, it felt like I was born into a never-ending nightmare.
I couldn't rember when those thoughts first began to haunt , but there were tis when I wished desperately that I had been born into a family of wealth and privilege.
I longed for the comfort and love that seed so far out of my reach.
My feelings towards my parents were complex, as they were never a part of my life.
I couldn't say I hated them, nor could I say I loved them.
They were like ghosts, figures who existed only in my imagination, and I often wondered if they ever thought of .
I yearned for the warmth of a family's love, but it remained an unattainable dream.
My life had taken a cruel and twisted turn, leading into a world of unimaginable suffering.
I had been sold as a slave, a possession to be used and discarded at the whim of others.
It was a horrifying existence, one that I wouldn't wish upon even my worst enemy.
Every day was a battle for survival, a relentless struggle against the cruelty of the world.
The mories of those days were etched into my soul.
The hands of a disgusting noble had beco a symbol of the tornt I endured.
I often wondered if there was any end in sight, if I would forever be a slave, with nothing to call my own.
I cried in the darkness, the tears offering so release from the sexual abuse, but they could never wash away the scars that marked my spirit. (Refer to Chapter 33)
The question that haunted my every thought was, "Why did I have to be born only to suffer?"
It felt like a cruel joke, a fate that I had no say in.
The world seed to conspire against , and I struggled to find aning in a life filled with agony and despair.
As I lay in the shadows, contemplating the possibility of ending my suffering, it was a tempting thought.
The darkness whispered to , offering an escape from the never-ending tornt.
But I found myself powerless to take that step, and it had nothing to do with fear.
It was the cruel mark of slavery that kept chained.
Coming to terms with this, I reached the lowest point in my life.
I couldn't even lead a semblance of a normal life, and now, the right to make my own choices had been cruelly stripped away.
How could such a situation be anything but heartbreakingly absurd?
I was lost, not knowing which way to turn, and each day I lived felt like a slow, agonizing death.
I was trapped in the belief that my life would be forever entangled with this detestable noble I harboured an intense hatred for.
If a tiny window of opportunity ever appeared, I would summon every ounce of strength to end his life.
And I couldn't understand what kept the faint spark of life burning within .
Could it be that freedom was within my grasp?
No, that hope had long abandoned .
Indeed, my sole reason for enduring this tornt was to witness the downfall of that vile wretch.
Yet, even in the shadow of despair, a flicker of desire remained.
I yearned for a life as a cultivator.
In our humble city, tales of cultivators were like myths, shrouded in uncertainty.
They were a rarity, and the few we knew of lacked the awe-inspiring abilities portrayed in the pages of storybooks.
For , being a Cultivator was like a sign of freedom.
It felt like, they were truly people who had their freedoms on their hands.
They could soar through the skies with a freedom that I could only dream of.
People would hesitate before crossing their paths, and even the arrogant Nobles would bow before them.
It was for this reason that my deepest wish was to be like them, to escape the confines of this bleak existence.
But reality has a cruel way of dashing our hopes.
The dream of becoming a cultivator grew increasingly distant, and the knowledge that I possessed neither Spiritual Roots nor any discernible talents to cultivate extinguished every glimr of hope that kept tethered to life.
I had clung to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, I could beco a cultivator.
But in the harsh reality, it appeared to be nothing more than an illusion.
Then, on that fateful day when my innocence was brutally taken by the Noble, I witnessed a stunning glimr of hope.
It was a radiant, ethereal light, more beautiful and srizing than anything I had ever seen in my entire life.
Its brilliance was so captivating that it seed impossible for it to exist on its own.
I was convinced there was soone, sowhere, responsible for this beautiful illumination.
At that very mont, that luminous radiance beca my lifeline, a source of warmth in my cold and desolate world.
I couldn't explain why, but it comforted in a way that nothing else ever had.
It was as if that radiant beacon reignited my will to live.
If only I weren't marked as a slave, I would have eagerly stepped closer, drawn by its captivating glow, in search of the source of comfort and salvation it gave.
I felt like the light was calling out for and at that point, I could only stretch my hand out and pretend that I could reach it.
And suddenly, my tears began flowing out from my eyes.
Why did I cry? Why are my tears falling?
I was crying emotionlessly and I didn't even make any sound.
So why was I feeling sad?
Ah...that's right.
I now know why I was crying.
I want to live again...and I want to have my freedom.
I thought I had lost all hope on that, but it seems that I never did.
I don't know why the light had given so much comfort...but if there is soone out there who could provide warmth...please I beg you...save ...
At that point, the light was my last hope to live and because of its warmthness it provided, it gave a sense of will and because of that I held on.
I didn't know and I was clueless whether or not my life would change, but I had a feeling that everything would change.
It wasn't an intuition and it felt like the light had given a presence to , it was as if soone was there by my side and encouraging to live.
Day after day, I held on to the torture that the Noble had given .
I didn't know what was happening outside, but for so reason, the Noble that I was sold to began panicking.
I didn't understand what he was saying, but he kept hitting and abusing while lashing out his anger towards and he was blaming .
"Shit! Why is this happening? It's all because of you!" He scread as he hit with a whip and he kept whipping my body.
Even though the wounds on my body started bleeding and even if my flesh had torn out, I didn't squeak any sounds of pain.
After the constant years of being absurd, I had beco used to the treatnt and instead of crying, I was smiling.
"Why are you smiling you piece of shit!" Pissed off by my reaction, he whipped even harder.
But instead of feeling pain, I smiled as I enjoyed his reactions. I didn't know what was happening, but I had a feeling that sothing wasn't going his way.
He kept hitting harder and I endured it all for hours and all of a sudden, I heard a huge explosion.
"What the hell!?" The Noble was shocked by the explosion since the entrance of the place that we lived in had been blown off.
"Which idiot dares to infiltrate my house!" The Noble was angered by the sudden intrusion.
Because of the explosion, dust accumulated and once the dust had been cleared, there were 3 people, 2 won and 1 man.
However, I was stunned the mont I looked at the n.
I thought I didn't have any emotions but the mont I looked at his face, my heart beat for the first ti in a while.
"W-What!? Who the hell are you 3!?" The Noble exclaid as he pointed his fingers towards them.
"I heard there's a slave that had been suffering for years, is that true?" The man questioned and he looked at , and he smiled.
What? Why did he smile at ? Is he referring to ?
I didn't know what was going on, but for so reason, I felt so calm and his presence provided a sense of peace that I wanted to go nearer to him.
"Huh!? Who the hell are you!? And where are the guards!? Guards! Guards!?"
He tried calling for the guards but no one had answered him like usual.
"Sorry to disappoint, but I have dealt with them," He said.
"What!? That's not impossible! All of them are cultivators!" He denied.
I had the sa reaction. I don't know how strong the guards were, but no one had dared to cross them knowing they were cultivators.
"Who are you!?" He demanded and the man smiled.
"? Have you heard of the na Daniel?" He said.
Daniel? I had never heard of the na before, but for so reason, when I looked at Noble's face, he panicked.
It was as if he had seen the angel of death.
"D-Daniel!? N-No way, not this fast!"
All of a sudden, before I could realise what was happening, his body dropped to the ground.
"Well too bad" The man known as Daniel shook his head before he gazed at .
I didn't know who he was and knowing he had killed the Noble, I took a step back.
"Don't be afraid of dear" He remarked. "I won't harm you and I specifically ca for you" He added.
I didn't know why but his voice made calm and I didn't suspect his intention to hurt . It was strange to , but knowing I had nothing to lose, I trusted him.
He walked closer towards with a smile and the more he got nearer, the more I felt peaceful.
"It must have been hard for you right?" It took only those words to cause to be emotional.
And I didn't realise that my tears began falling out.
"I know I might be too late, but from now on, you don't have to suffer. You can enjoy your life and your freedom" He caressed my hair and it made emotional.
It felt like he was my father who had comforted from my nightmares and because of my emotions, I hugged him.
"It was so painful" I cried out and he patted my back as he comforted .
"I know I know" He listened to my words as I lashed out all of my feelings.
"I thought I would suffer forever"
"You won't, my dear"
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