I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 209, Section 1.15: 7 The Royal Wars (Fisch)
"What a disgusting child." The woman looked down at him, waving her ornate fan, as if he were some kind of trash.

"Yes, I never imagined I had such a despicable mother. Her blood must be so foul-smelling. Hehehe, she's as ugly and repulsive as a bedbug."

They're all his family, why are they making that face?
Their attire was elegant and glamorous, while he was utterly disheveled. Through their eyes, he saw mockery and schadenfreude; no one cared about him, and everyone wished he would disappear immediately.

Even so, they still came out to insult him at this time, as if they were venting something.

His dazzling blond hair was as radiant as the sunlight, the gentle light shining on his hair with a blinding brilliance. The child sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at his hands, his azure eyes filled with disbelief.

He is a child with evil blood flowing through his veins, a disgrace to the royal family.

That's what that group said.

In his memory, he had always followed his mother around, learning how to handle government affairs, and had never seen a man like that before. But they said that his mother had been with such a person for a long time, and that he was even the product of their affair.

What a ridiculous reason.

However, he couldn't bring himself to smile.

"Why are you my brother? Why are you a boy? Why am I subordinate to you? You filthy son of a sinner! What right do you have to enjoy all this?" The girl, who looked only eight years old, grabbed his collar and glared at him fiercely, as if she were looking at an enemy.

why?
He had no say in his own birth simply because he was the eldest son.

Is it wrong even if it is?
Fei Xiu held Mu Yegui tightly, as if he were grasping at a lifeline while drowning, unwilling to let go, even if it meant death.

Even now, he still remembers the pain and pungent smell he felt when the red-hot branding iron was pressed against his body.

Her pants were pulled down, and she had to endure the man's disgusting gaze and the hands that roamed over her body.

humiliation.

"I love precious little kids like you the most. Look, in the end, you still ended up in my hands?" The voice was filled with desire. The chains binding his limbs were cold and painful, but they were nothing compared to the hatred that arose in his heart when the brand touched his skin.

He hated his own powerlessness.

I hate that I am at the mercy of others.

I hate my own weakness.

If he had power, no one could treat him like that.

The weak, indeed, have no right to survive.

The most erotic spot, the lower left back and above the buttocks, was branded with the mark of a slave, a symbol of shame.

However, the tragedy never ended, or rather, when he was powerless, it was only the beginning of all despair.

He began to plan for himself, and then chose to use his own body to kill the man when he made his move.

Thus, he officially stepped into the abyss of despair.

He walked disheveled down the street, wrapped in a bedsheet, when a richly dressed man suddenly stood before him, bent down, and handed him a simple, plain clown doll. He never forgot that man's gentle, kind smile as he asked, "Would you like to come with me?"

It was like a ray of sunshine shining into his heart, and he couldn't help but agree.

However, he later learned that it was not sunlight, but a plug that completely blocked the sunlight, cutting the rope that allowed him to climb up the cliff. In the end, he fell to the bottom of the cliff and could never stand up again.

He didn't hate the clown; he just hated the fake smile. Everything was fake.

But he accepted his fate, hiding his true self behind the clown's mask. Call it escapism or cowardice, he simply didn't want to be criticized or looked at with contempt.

He had already lost all his dignity in order to survive. It was truly ridiculous that he, who had nothing left, still cared about the opinions of others.

What is the purpose of his life in this world?

They've been alive all along, but they're just getting in their way...

Mu Yegui suddenly let go of Fei Xiu, took a step back, grabbed Fei Xiu's wrist, and ran towards the courtyard.

“…” Fish followed silently behind Mu Yegui, unwilling to say a word. His azure eyes suppressed an unfathomable black vortex, filled with extreme negative emotions.

“When Adele mentioned you to me before, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The moment I saw you at the castle, I knew pretty much what had happened,” Mu Yegui said as he walked.

Suddenly, she paused slightly, her cool silver eyes fixed on the snow-white fountain that seemed to be adorned with a rainbow in the sunlight. The angel was holding a book and reading it intently, beautiful and pure.

“Xu taught me. Sometimes killing isn’t the only solution. There are many ways to make an enemy suffer, but killing is the simplest and least effective way to vent emotions.” So, she would sometimes stop Mu Yin’s impulses, although more often she felt it was unnecessary.

The two stood in front of the fountain, only hearing the gurgling sound of the fountain.

Her azure eyes were empty and lifeless, unmoved by Mu Yegui's words.

Mu Yegui stretched out his hand, and the black ring on his left middle finger shimmered with an unusual light in the sunlight.

A splash of water rose up, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight, reflecting the man who had fallen into the fountain, looking disheveled yet undeniably alluring.

Water soaked his white shirt, revealing his well-built and alluring physique. His golden, tousled hair clung to his handsome face, each drop of water glistening on it. His expression held a hint of disbelief, a far cry from his usual nonchalant demeanor.

His azure eyes gazed intently up at the misty gray-haired girl standing before him, the sunlight making her hair seem to glow, like an angel...

Her fluffy, soft, misty gray long curls made her delicate and pretty face appear even smaller and more exquisite. With a calm expression, she bent down slightly.

Soft, long hair brushed against his face, causing a slight itch.

"What would you choose to do, Fishu?" Her cold, silver eyes were deep and reflected nothing. She looked down into Fishu's azure eyes and asked in a soft, childlike voice devoid of emotion.

Fish's thin lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Water droplets from the fountain splashed onto him, the transparent liquid sliding down his cheeks and mixing with the droplets.

Water pooled at her sexy collarbone, eventually overflowing and sliding down, sensual and alluring, yet subtly carrying a trace of indelible sadness.

"If it were me, I would choose to kill you." The calm, emotionless voice expressed its opinion, cold and ruthless.

Slightly cold fingers traced his handsome face, causing him to tremble slightly. His thin lips moved, and then a morbidly pleasurable smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

He said.

I'm really looking forward to it.

"My angel."

(End of this chapter)