But since the other party was willing to talk, he just listened; he had plenty of ti, after all.
"Yes, it’s said that the children of the poor must take on responsibilities early, but the reality is far from it. In fact, children from wealthier families grow up faster. Their family education is much more advanced than that of poor households. The perspectives of the elders in their families allow their children to see more of the world’s truths. And the children of the poor? All their views require their own comprehension. So, ironically, it’s the children of the poor who are coddled."
"But at the sa ti, they lose out on things ordinary people have. That child’s wish was just a common thing that anyone could have easily obtained. Then, during his seventeenth year, what’s called the apocalypse ca, and the entire world turned into chaos. He was at school, and he faced countless life-and-death crises. However, it was also then that he t a being that terrified him, a demon. Its appearance took the child out of danger, but before that, he had agreed to a condition with the demon. Thus, with that being’s help, the child returned to a life of comfort."
"His father, too, was transferred by the central governnt during the disaster to establish a base and beca the second-in-command there. But the boy from the beginning had turned into a ruthless politician obsessed with power, hell-bent on becoming the master of the base. Without a doubt, he succeeded, and his child continued to live an aristocratic life."
"But one day, his father—the boy who once deeply loved a girl—was betrayed by his subordinates. Without any foreknowledge, his body was torn into countless pieces, and he died where he often wielded power."
"His death plunged his wife and child from heaven straight into hell. The child and his mother began to flee within the base, hid among the ruins, and lived like rats. But their life didn’t last long. Pictures of the mother and son were put on the wanted network, with an enticing bounty, and without a doubt, they were spotted. A large number of soldiers surrounded their desperate hiding spot."
"To let her child escape, the mother chose to fall into the abyss. The child desperately ran, but in the end, he couldn’t escape. He was captured and locked in a damp, cold cell. He didn’t know how much ti had passed or how much torture he endured. There, he had no concept of ti and could only silently count the numbers to feel the passage of ti."
"However, he was lucky that with the help of a companion, he survived and erged from that hellish prison. Yet, his luck was also incredibly bad. After he got out, he saw that body, a body covered with bruises. How much had she suffered? That was his mother! He watched as her body was thrown into the pit like a dead pig."
"At that mont, he didn’t know what he felt, just that his heart seed frozen, and what scared him more was that he could no longer feel any kinship. He thought about dying, but he suppressed the thought. Upon inquiry, he learned the na of the person who killed his mother and etched it into his mory. He now had a life-long goal. Hatred took deep root in his heart, and he realized the true nature of this new world."
"Afterwards, perhaps because escaping the prison made him want to leave this outer hell, or perhaps because he received a ssage about that being, he had a crazy idea! That being was dangerous. He wanted to use the demon’s help to destroy this hell!"
"After finding that being, he was grateful that he had t the demon. Otherwise, he really didn’t know how he would have taken his revenge. Unfortunately, the demon didn’t act imdiately. He was waiting. Oh no, not waiting—he was playing!"
"The child was anxious. In a long wait, ti didn’t give him a chance. He encountered his enemy, and driven by hatred, he couldn’t wait to make his move. But, unprepared, he failed!"
"During the battle with his adversary, he gained wound after wound. The pain from these injuries sobered his hate-filled mind slightly, and gradually, he realized the seriousness of his situation—if this continued, he’d just die here, and his enemy would go on living. Perhaps in the future, his enemy would be slaughtered by the demon, but that was a scene he wouldn’t witness. He couldn’t accept that!"
"So, he started to flee, desperately, just like before. Pursued by his enemy, he again enacted the sa scene, and the result was the sa. His enemy recognized him, and he couldn’t get away."
"In the city full of zombies, he was alone and without support, with no one to help him, not even a passing glance. Ironically, those bloodthirsty zombies ended up aiding him, attacking his enemy. He witnessed that scene and you cannot understand how shocked his heart was at that ti."
"Unfortunately, in the end, he didn’t survive. His head was crushed by a car, exploding like a ripe waterlon with a bang! His body parts flew everywhere in a particularly grueso death!"
"However, it seems that his fate was too tragic, and fate gave him a chance to start over. He ca back to life! Moreover, with his resurrection ca unprecedented power, abilities he had never had before. Additionally, being reborn made him realize the truths of this world and this era. He chose to conform to the changes of this world."
"Reflecting on everything he had been through, he realized that those filthy people were not as endearing as the zombies outside."
"Ca back to life?" Little Wu felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this. He originally thought Hatred was telling so tragic story, only for it to turn into a ghost story?
"Right, he ca back to life! But to say that fate resurrected him seems a bit off. It’s more like hatred! Hatred wouldn’t let him rest in death. He beca an evil spirit, seeking vengeance on his enemies! He had formidable power! With this power, he tore all his enemies to shreds!"
With this, Hatred had finished his tale, and Little Wu understood everything.
"So, you killed Xu Hui’s wife and children, fearing their vengeance?"
"Hmm!"
"Well, their power couldn’t have much impact anyway. You claim to be a demon in your story, it seems it’s not an exaggeration!"
"Heh, you’re wrong. You’re too naive. Compared to your ta thods, cruel tactics can achieve a different effect. Brutal, ruthless asures can deter many people. After all, human nature has always developed towards cruelty. The gentler you are to them, the less they respect you."
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