The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

The bottle of spiked vodka on the top of the tower was like a sour, stinking bomb.

A brief but unforgettable ripple broke out in the dull, heavy air of Villain's Fortress.

It symbolizes the bittersweetness and childlike wonder of a child born under the age of zero.

Bloodbath Baroque's furious roar and the sound of retching nearly overturned half of the fortress!

He rushed to the water tank, buried his whole head in it, and gulped down water for a long time!

He suddenly lifted himself up, coughing violently, spraying cough everywhere, his one eye turning bloodshot.

But Zero had already been signaled by a silent glance from the silenced one, and like a frightened little beast, he darted down the tower and, relying on his instinctive familiarity with the dark corners of the fortress, disappeared without a trace.

He huddled under the chassis of an abandoned armored personnel carrier, covered in oil and dust, his little ears perked up, nervously trying to catch the increasingly distant curses from the Baroque outside.

Xue Yan slowly descended from the tower, a recording tablet in his hand, his glasses reflecting a cold light, muttering to himself:

"...The instinct to hide after the act of revenge is enhanced, the level of residual adrenaline is higher than expected, and the expected fear of violent retaliation... needs further observation to induce. At the same time, I was also a little wary, not wanting to end up like Baroque and capsize in the gutter."

Baroque, carrying his signature wooden stick, looked like an enraged mad bull!

They ran amok in the fortress for half an hour, kicking over several barrels of wine and smashing a wooden door that was already on the verge of collapse!

Ultimately, unable to find his target and disgusted by the lingering stench in his mouth, he had no choice but to give up and rush back to his room to find stronger liquor to rinse his mouth (or, to fight poison with poison).

The storm seemed to have ended with Zero's successful disappearance, but Hellfire was far from truly calm.

Baroque suffered such a great loss; although he was temporarily unable to capture the little brat who was being protected by silence—

But he had many ways of venting his anger and getting revenge, which caused chaos within the base.

First, he found a mercenary who was as skinny as a stick to fight one-on-one... The scene was simply a one-sided beating.

Then they found a mercenary who had gone blind in battle, and the two sides exchanged fire with live ammunition.

He claimed he would keep his legs still and let the enemy fire at him, but well, when Baroque finished saying that, he was already lying on the ground, using tactical maneuvers to hide behind a mound of earth.

His legs were indeed not moving, but in this situation, was it still necessary to use his legs?

So, the blind mercenary on the other side was left bewildered in the wind!

Feeling the bullet glide past his cheek, he gripped the gun as if it were a stick...

I kept praying in my heart that it wouldn't miss, and not hit the target...

What the hell did I do to deserve this...?

I'm just blind...

So all the wounded, the weak, and the mercenaries working in logistics within the base ran towards the latrine like startled rabbits, shouting as they ran:

"That bastard cook is embezzling again, feeding us expired food and ruining our lives!"

In an instant, the entrance to the toilet was crowded with people, a scene reminiscent of the Spring Festival travel rush in some countries, where people were packed so tightly that it was almost as if they were stepping over the heads of the people in front of them.

This is truly a situation where there's a toilet in front and a demon behind... Aaaaaaah...

The next day, Zero's "training" subjects suddenly escalated, with the level of bloodshed and cruelty more than doubling.

Baroque threw him into a newly dug mud pit filled with rusty nails and broken glass!

They made him do all sorts of near-impossible climbing and weighted rolling inside under the scorching sun, euphemistically called the "Iron-Shelled Turtle Training Program".

With each move, Zero would suffer new cuts and bruises, the mud and blood turning him into a moving sculpture of suffering.

Xue Yan then "thoughtfully" provided a new "auxiliary potion"—

A black ointment that, when applied, causes an intense burning pain to the wound, yet strangely, it can also prevent infection to some extent.

Every time Zero emerged from the mud pit, it felt like a layer of skin had been peeled off, and then Xue Yan would personally put that "flame skin" back on him. The pain made him convulse all over, his teeth grinding together, but he stubbornly didn't utter a sound!

However, his physical strength and recovery speed are also becoming stronger invisibly.

The silent lessons remained unspoken, yet became even more challenging.

As he began the Baroque torture program on Zero, some small stones suddenly popped out, accurately hitting Zero's most strenuous points of exertion.

Alternatively, when training Zero to pass through an obstacle without being detected, the patrolling sentry might be guided to suddenly change course with extremely subtle sounds, increasing the risk of being discovered and chased away.

This forced Zero to endure extreme physical pain while simultaneously devoting a significant amount of mental energy to maintaining the absolute silence and concealment required for silence, keeping his mind constantly on the verge of breaking down under intense tension.

The days passed by under this increasingly severe triple torment.

Zero is like a weed that has been splashed with poison and crushed by boulders, yet still stubbornly pokes its head out from the cracks in the rocks, adapting and growing at an almost cruel and monstrous speed.

His gaze grew colder, his movements more efficient, and his ability to endure pain more inhuman; he was progressing towards becoming a monstrous powerhouse...

Just as Baroque was pondering whether he should add some explosives to Zero's mud pit to create a more "atmosphere," the heavy iron gate of the fortress was slammed open from the outside.

A commotion erupted, accompanied by the roar of engines and rude laughter and curses.

A small team that went out on a "procurement" mission has returned.

The mercenaries hurriedly unloaded various supplies from a modified pickup truck:

Crates of guns and ammunition, canned goods, and spirits, along with several shivering, ragged children.

Amid the chaos, a burly man who appeared to be a minor leader, with a smug smile on his face, carried three "special cargoes" from the passenger seat and walked towards Baroque, who was supervising Zero "Mud Bath".

"Boss! Look what good stuff we've got! Smuggled in by traffickers from China. We took down a bunch of clueless human traffickers on the way. These little punks are kind of pitiful!"

There were three children, with black eyes and yellow faces.

Two boys and one girl. They all looked a little younger than Zero, around five or six years old.

At this time, Zero was already 7 years old. The three of them were sallow and thin, covered in dirt, and their eyes were filled with extreme fear and confusion, like three fledglings who had been frightened by a storm.

They huddled together, shaking like leaves in the wind.

Baroque was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he impatiently swept his one eye over:

Where did you get this trash? You're as skinny as a chick. Go do what you're supposed to do.

Zero looked at the children with a cold gaze, but his lips moved slightly, perhaps because the children's faces were yellow like his own.

But the slight flicker in his expression was noticed by Jianmo, who didn't speak but instead looked at Baroque.

Baroque noticed the silent gaze, then looked at Zero with a cold eye and said, "You want to keep them here?"

Zero, with a slightly cold look in his eyes, replied with two words: "Stay!"

"Yeah, boss!" the leader chuckled, lowering his voice. "Aren't you 'training' that kid Zero?"

I think he looks pretty lonely all by himself, and these weaklings are really pitiful. Let's get Zero some partners so they can train together.

It'll be good for us to see how far they can go, and we can also have some fun, haha!

His words instantly ignited the interest of the other mercenaries around him. A group of mercenaries who were always eager to stir up trouble really wanted to see what kind of perverts would be personally trained by these three freaks!

"Yeah, boss! Let's start a competition! Let's see who gets worn out first!"

"Place your bet! I bet that black-haired kid can last three days!"

"That girl looks so delicate and fragile; I doubt she could withstand even one dose of the Poison Doctor's medicine!"

"That kid Zero's ruthless; don't let him break his new toy!"

The mercenaries joked.

Baroque narrowed his one eye, stroked the prickly stubble on his chin, and looked at the three children who were almost fainting with fright—

He scanned back and forth between Zero, who was disheveled but had fierce eyes like a wolf cub, and the man in the mud pit.

A smile of excitement and anticipation crept onto his lips.

"Hmm...interesting." He clicked his tongue. "Alright! These little brats will stay!"

He strode to the edge of the mud pit and yelled at Zero, who had just struggled out of a pile of broken glass:

"Hey! Kid! See that? I've found you a few playmates!"

He pointed to the three children who were trembling.

"From now on, they'll train with you! Whoever falls behind won't get food! Whoever can't keep going..."

He grinned maliciously and made a gesture as if he was about to be punched!

Zero leaned on his knees, breathing heavily, blood and mud dripping from his forehead.

He raised his eyelids, and for the first time, his dark eyes did not look at Baroque, but passed over him and landed on the three unfamiliar children who were also in dire straits.

There was no pity in his eyes, because he had no right to pity; there was only curiosity, curiosity about what life with playmates would be like later on.

Through their blurry, tear-filled eyes, the three children saw a figure in the mud pit—slightly larger than them, yet radiating a terrifying aura—that seemed to have crawled out of a pool of blood from hell.

Amidst the fear, there was also a trace of instinctive gratitude and a faint yearning for one's own kind.

Baroque looked at the four pairs of eyes locked together, and burst into triumphant laughter that shook the rooftops.

Good! Excellent! My "Cub Camp" is officially open for business today! Everyone, train like crazy!

But this unintentional act made Baroque proud for the rest of his life. Ten years later, the four members of the Cub Camp will sweep away the dark forces!