388: Chapter 81 Shiyu Genmi (Part 1) 388: Chapter 81 Shiyu Genmi (Part 1) Legends say that humans feel ti slow down just before death, witnessing their past flash before their eyes in scenes, reviewing mories of both happiness and sadness before finally greeting the end of their life.
So say this is God’s rcy, allowing a person to die with understanding and no regrets.
Shiyu Genmi thought this notion was complete nonsense—Gods never showed any rcy.
If it indeed was so deity who had orchestrated this chanism, their intent was not to satisfy people but to torture them one last ti before death.
Now, as the carousel of images arrived during his transaction, his lifeti flashed before him in discontinuous scenes, like poorly connected slides showing the life of Shiyu Genmi…
A life toyed with by fate.
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Shiyu Genmi was a bastard.
Like most illegitimate children, his birth sprung from an accident.
His biological father, Shiyu Zonggu the forr president of Yucun Pharmaceutical, initially had no knowledge of his existence.
It was only after the family’s intelligence agency secretly investigated and found evidence that a ninja was sent to discreetly hand over the information to him.
What did Shiyu Zonggu say?
That wasn’t sothing Shiyu Genmi could know, especially since he was barely three years old at the ti.
The man likely sat in his office, puffing on a cigar, blowing smoke onto the docunt bearing his na, then instructing, “Take it as material for a marital alliance,” thus deciding his life.
Or perhaps he didn’t even glance at the docunt, rely instructing his secretary to deal with it.
By this ti, his biological mother had already died in poverty.
Shiyu Genmi had scant mories of this woman; he was too young, only recalling her staring at him with eyes full of hatred, as if all the misfortune was his to bear.
Whenever he thought of that look, he found it quite amusing.
Could it be that decades ago, he, still unborn, forced the woman to sleep with Shiyu Zonggu?
Regardless, Shiyu Genmi received his present surna and beca a mber of “the Shiyu family.” He moved from the slums to the spotlight, stepping from a vortex of misery into an abyss of despair.
Naturally, as a bastard, Shiyu Genmi did not receive what one might call “attention.” The true Shiyu siblings didn’t specifically bully or tornt him—partly because they had more aningful things to do, and partly because they didn’t need to do anything “special” to taste the sweet flavor of misfortune on him.
Due to congenital genetic defects and a harsh childhood environnt, Shiyu Genmi’s body was extrely frail.
Back then, he needed assisted devices and personal aid to walk properly.
Every organ in his young body seed to fail, as fragile as those of a severely ill elderly person.
After comprehensive diagnostics, the doctors concluded two things: this illness was incurable with current dical knowledge; it wouldn’t kill him imdiately, and with proper care, he might live to forty.
Young Shiyu Genmi learned of his death sentence.
At the ti, he wasn’t quite desperate yet, as forty still seed like a distant future to him.
He just felt the illness was truly unbearable, his “brothers” affectionately patting him would break his fragile bones; too much salt, sugar, or spices added by his “sisters” in the als would cause him severe coughs, rendering him unable to breathe.
That hardly counted as bullying, right?
They were just getting close to the new family mber, though “not too carefully.”
When Shiyu Genmi suffered, the young masters and misses of the Shiyu family would cheerfully watch, saying, “Genmi, you need to try harder,” “Genmi, you’re a man, show so backbone,” “You need to exercise more to get stronger,” “How can you be a part of the Shiyu family like this!”
Shiyu Genmi cried out in pain, his tears falling incessantly.
Amidst the laughter of his “family,” he wiped his tears, lying on the ground like an insect, struggling to mimic the smiles of his “family.” Smiling, he said, “Thank you, brothers and sisters, for encouraging , thank you all for training , one day I will surely kill you all myself.”
I made it happen.
Those words infuriated his family mbers, and the retaliation in life grew more severe.
He realized that he needed to prove his worth or be tortured to death by his brothers and sisters before he could take his revenge.
Shiyu Genmi frantically struggled like a drowning desperado, reaching out for any knowledge and power he could grasp.
His only chance lay with Heiyi Sancun, the doctor who treated him—he pleaded with the doctor to teach him knowledge, any knowledge, useful or not.
Sancun was a nosy fellow, and he agreed.
Shiyu Genmi absorbed knowledge during the gaps in his life and discovered with delight that learning ca incredibly easy to him.
As if compensating for his fragile, sack-like body, he was born much more intelligent than others.
He read books and grasped theories as effortlessly as one might eat or drink.
From Heiyi Sancun, Shiyu Genmi learned about the day-and-night progress of the world’s sciences.
Illnesses deed incurable decades ago now had effective treatnts, and his own illness might see a cure in the next century.
Shiyu Genmi remarked that it was unlikely he would live till the next century, living past this year would be an achievent.
He said this deliberately.
He could tell Sancun was withholding sothing crucial from him.
Shiyu Genmi still rembered that day—an exceptionally bright sumr night.
Cicadas sang their final songs on the trees in the courtyard, near their death.
Dr.
Heiyi Sancun spoke solemnly, uttering the words that would alter his life.
“In this world, there exists a technique different from science…
known as Impermanence Skill.”
That night, Shiyu Genmi’s life changed.
He saw hope, a hope to break free from his misfortunes.
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With power, changing one’s circumstances becos very simple.
Finding an opportunity to be alone with Shiyu Zonggu, he casually displayed his knowledge and talents, luring the man into inquiring more…
It was all too easy; by portraying his worth in front of his “father,” the man naturally sched to utilize his power.
In this regard, they were similar—Shiyu Genmi inherited Shiyu Zonggu’s ruthlessness and rationality.
He received specialized education within the family and was then sent to study abroad in the Empire, to learn cutting-edge techniques and technology.
At this ti, Shiyu Genmi could finally access inside world information legitimately.
He eagerly sought the power of Impermanence Law Enforcers, attempting to cure his own body.
However, reality struck him again with a blow to the head, he lacked the talent for Impermanence Skill.
His highest talent was Void Phase 4, leaving him no hope for Divine Communication.
While suffering from a chronic illness that had reached a critical point, the level of Impermanence Skill ant for Divine Communication had no effect.
The leaders of the Ninja Army on Zero Island were skilled in combat but lacked healing powers.
Only the Divine Masters of the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect, with their spells, could offer him a sliver of hope for cure.
Shiyu Zonggu had enough money, but asking for help from the leader of a rival organization ca at a price far beyond that of money.
Shiyu Genmi was not worth that price.
For the first ti, he fell into a deep abyss.
There was nothing more despairing than seeing hope being shattered.
He desperately sought to escape Weiyuan City to try his luck on Purple Island personally.
However, being perpetually unlucky since birth, Shiyu Zonggu had anticipated his frenzy.
All his movents were controlled by the Shiyu family, leaving him no hope of escape.
He demonstrated his worth, receiving preferential treatnt while also being imprisoned.
After careful consideration, the first move Shiyu Genmi made had beco a cage he set for himself.
Numb, Shiyu Genmi tried everything to seek stability, but his body was too fragile.
Even lovemaking felt as painful as being slowly ripped apart.
The won who shared his bed every night differed; they all tried to comfort him in vain, and he found it aningless and dull.
He realized that he could not express love towards these won as described in the books.
After all, he had never known what love was.
Heart devoid of life, Shiyu Genmi, like a walking corpse, moved toward the Yong Guang Empire.
Day by day, he counted down his own life, living just to stay alive.
Reading books, coughing up blood, attending school, being hospitalized.
Every day was a struggle in hell, driven by the hope that this knowledge would alleviate his suffering.
A female classmate sitting beside him worriedly said, “Shiyu, you can’t even hold a pen anymore, let help you,” and the old professor said, “Shiyu, what you need now is not studying, but hospital treatnt.”
He smiled and said, “Thank you all for your concern, I’m doing very well, I don’t need your misplaced sympathy, this is my life.”
Days went by, and he sank deeper into the swamp of despair.
One day after school, he encountered a peculiarly dressed person, a man in black with a child-like face but with a deep, reserved gaze.
“Hello, Shiyu Genmi.”
“What do you want?”
“I’ve seen your notes, analyzing the Impermanence Skill studying psychology, bioelectromagnetic waves, and religious beliefs.
Impressive, you are truly a rare genius in this world.”
That was his private research, yet this person openly ntioned it.
“I’ve looked into your difficulties, and they are not insoluble problems…but you know that, right?”
“Ah, a deal then!
Speak, state your terms, show your power!”
The Hidden Law Master shared with him much secret knowledge, discussing plans for the pursuit of eternity, which greatly broadened Shiyu Genmi’s horizons.
He could see the longing in that man’s eyes, similar to his own.
Genmi accepted the deal, imrsed himself in new research, t new collaborators.
“Why wouldn’t Genmi sever the puppet strings and break free from your fetters sooner?”
“lodramatic trash!
Go to hell, formless one!”
“Ahaha!
A roar thunderous as if from the Ming King.
What a fine demon of wrath!”
“Fuck you!”
Sotis he thought this whole thing was goddamn insane.
These two significant figures, capable of causing a ripple effect wherever they went, were mingling with him, an illegitimate son, plotting a conspiracy to overthrow the world.
They studied the giant dragon phenonon, Impermanence Skill, and those wondrous Skills, their unified power.
The Hidden Law Master said this was the origin of everything, and he thought this might be one of the few truths the man ever spoke.
He struggled through and finished his schooling, flew back to Zero Island, accompanied by two good friends he made in the Empire.
Free from the air-tight Imperial capital and arriving at Zero Island, they found true freedom.
In the presence of the Creator Realm Mage’s power, the Shiyu family was rely a joke.
He captured his past “brothers and sisters” one by one, making them kneel together with Shiyu Zonggu.
He affectionately chatted with his “family” about past trivia, recounting experiences from his childhood, repeating their past conversations verbatim.
He described to the Shiyus the deaths they were going to face—each a unique death thod of his own cruel design.
Shiyu Genmi looked on contentedly at the fear on his “family mbers”‘ faces, listening to their pleas for rcy.
I said I would kill you all myself.
I keep my word.
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