Chapter 608: The Confession of a Person Who is Deeply Confused about Power
Chapter 608: The Confession of a Person Who is Deeply Confused about Power
How would you react when you first feel a power that could change the world?
That power whispered in my mind, telling me that as long as I chose to use this power, my life would be unexpectedly smooth...
"Look, that dirty kid covered in mud is coming. We don't want to play with him!"
Children's malice may come so easily, or there may be no reason, just because adults and children will hate another child.
How did you respond at that time?
"I'm not a dirty kid. I take good care of myself every day. I just..."
What sad and boring words! If those boring and sad souls could understand this so-called rebuttal, would they not laugh at others maliciously?
"A wild child is a wild child. Everyone, leave now and don't play with this child!"
My family passed away because of an accident that shouldn't have happened... Everything seemed to have reached the saddest extreme. Why? Why did the gods never respond to my expectations, but I still need to worship and love the so-called gods? !
But this is the only way for me to have enough food to eat, and I pray to God for his coming as earnestly as my father once did.
"I'm not a wild child..."
My father is a local priest who communicates with gods and makes everyone live a happy life. My mother is the most gentle and wise person in the world!
Why did I become what people call a wild child after they died?
"Come in and have something to eat, little one..."
"…I don't have any money, but I can help with the dishes!"
"It's okay, just eat something first. These things were meant to be disposed of anyway."
"really?"
"It's true, so you are doing me, your uncle, a favor..."
It was the first time I had a full meal since my parents left…
I want to study hard, but the high tuition fees make it impossible for me to study. Those projects have never been relevant to me. The fairy tales I read when I was a child have long lost their original colors, but I can always read them. The unique meaning in them...
I was kind of wondering if that God could really come to me?
But a more powerful force arrived first...
I have become a person who can stand on my own. As long as I pass the election and become the priest here, I will be taking over my father's duties and maintaining the order of the entire village...
"So you think you can compete with me? Don't be ridiculous. For a guy like you to be able to climb to this position in your lifetime, it means you are really lucky. Hehehe..."
That was my best friend, the one I chose to tell my whole heart to, and his response was like a sharp blade...
How did I answer?
"I believe that as long as I try my best, I can succeed slowly!"
I didn’t know it at the time. It was just an ordinary dream, a fairy tale for children, not the reality of adults. I failed as I should have. My heart was in pain. Why? Why did I make the wrong choice again and choose failure again?
"That was clearly something I prepared!"
My best friend plagiarized something that belonged to me, but I was far from being able to part ways with him. My tuition was paid by him. He was my benefactor and my friend, but I was just an ordinary person whom he helped...
There is only one last step left. As long as I successfully complete the last part, he will become the person that people talk about, and he will step on me to reach the position of my dreams...
"I do not want to!"
I accepted the temptation of the power, and that power made the other party feel uneasy. The moment I voluntarily withdrew, I regained the possibility of fulfilling my dream.
Finally, I succeeded... I have come a long way, I have become the person that people admire. Dad and Mom, have you seen it? I am no longer the person that you need to worry about and cannot close your eyes...
"Congratulations, little one. You've grown so big without me noticing. Do you want to eat something?"
As I grow older, I no longer believe in the lies that were told just to keep me fed...
I know that the other person loves me like a parent...
"Today is still the same, thank you very much for your help before..."
Before I could finish what I had said, the other person fell down.
That powerful force made the opponent's already poor health even worse without him noticing.
Why? Why? !
He didn't realize that it was me who brought him the disease. He just thought that he should take a good rest recently and talked to me a lot. But I knew that I had to see my benefactor less often...
"I'm going to be busier and busier lately, so I think you'll have even less time..."
"That doesn't matter. Of course you will become busier and busier. After all, you are already a big kid now. That's great..."
The power will erode my mind. I have always hoped to calm down slowly, but the power tempts me to use it continuously. Every time I use this power, my physical condition will become worse.
I want to live a long, long life!
I can't leave here early just because I'm short-lived. I still have a lot of things to do...
I found a special method...
If I inject my power into someone else and then use that power a second time, the damage to my physical condition will be much less...
Actually, I don’t need to use it so frequently, right?
All it takes is the right time and some people...
I hadn't made up my mind until I accidentally discovered the truth from my previous notes...
The accident in which my parents died was the result of people's indifference.
Originally, they could have come back, and my parents could have survived...
Until a damn piece of trash tells everyone...
His family was outside and had not returned yet, so my parents went out to look for them, but what they had actually forgotten was less than 1 Mora...
Because of less than 1 Mora, my excellent and beautiful parents died...
Everyone concealed it from each other because my parents' wealth was dazzling enough here.
"…There's no need to worry about anything anymore, everyone deserves to die!"
I chose to use that power again. This time I found a new target. This time I used their remains to bury my parents...
They killed the only family I had and they made my life miserable, so why couldn't I do the same?
It was not until that inexplicable person came in front of me that I realized that many innocent people were implicated by me...
"Your soul is green." My soul is black.
I hate this ugly world, but I forget that this world... has always been gray.
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