Lin Yingbin's Unfortunate Childhood

With a 'thump,' the icy door slammed shut, like the gate to heaven closing, without the slightest hesitation, so cold and merciless.

Outside the door, little Lin Yingbin stared blankly at the knife his father had thrown on the ground, unable to snap out of it for a long time. After a while, his stomach rumbled, finally bringing him back to his senses.

"Sigh! Am I going to get any food today..."

Helplessly, little Lin Yingbin picked up the knife his father had discarded. "Looks like I have to sort this out myself again!" He looked at the gate with a hint of disappointment. He wished someone would secretly open the door and let him in right now. But after waiting for some time, no one came to open it for him. He finally made up his mind and walked towards the direction opposite his home.

The sky gradually darkened, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. Wisps of smoke could be seen rising. Not far into the woods, a faint light flickered. Little Lin Yingbin lay on a stone stool beside the bonfire. With a roasted sweet potato in his mouth, he looked at the familiar starry sky. It was familiar because it wasn't the first time he had looked up at the stars like this. Every time he failed to meet his father's expectations, he was forced to spend the night here.

"Why do I have to suffer like this!"

For some reason, a wave of resentment welled up from his heart. It was probably because he saw children his age on his way home! Before this, little Lin Yingbin had hardly ever seen anyone his age. In his memory, adults grew up because they went through the trials he was experiencing. He also thought that children his age were all undergoing similar tests. However, on his way back today, he accidentally passed by a small village and discovered that although the children there lived a hard life, they didn't have to endure what he did.

His trust was shaken!

For anyone who has experienced unfair treatment, the desire for fairness deep down is immense. Even when facing his father earlier, although he didn't show any outward revulsion, deep down he was already tired of these trials.

The bonfire was still burning fiercely. He turned his head, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. Deep within his heart, a flame seemed to be scorching his soul. A different kind of aura appeared in his eyes, and his pupils actually turned a jade-green color.

Power! Little Lin Yingbin's understanding of the meaning of power was still vague, but he could feel a change happening within his body, unlike anything before.

Not long after, he fell asleep. However, the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself lying outside the woods. He slowly got up and looked around, only to realize that he was still on the same large stone. However, the surrounding woods were all as if they had gone through a storm, with trees broken in half. He didn't know what had happened during the night, and the bonfire beside him had disappeared. He felt fear at the changes around him, and with that fear, he walked towards home.

"How is this possible?"

Little Lin Yingbin returned to where his home was, but what he saw before him shocked him. He couldn't believe his eyes. The grand mansion of the Lin Family had vanished overnight.

What an extraordinary event! In the span of a single night, a mansion the size of a city had disappeared out of thin air. Anyone would find this an extremely unusual and terrifying thing.

"It... it's gone? Gone?"

Looking at the desolate scene before him, little Lin Yingbin's young mind reeled from the shock.

Unable to believe what had happened, the little boy stood rooted to the spot from morning until the third day. He simply couldn't accept the reality before him, but hunger and exhaustion finally made him silently accept it.

After that, Lin Yingbin spent several months alone until one day he met an old man. This old man, who had no children and was alone, adopted him. However, he didn't live like this for many years before the old man passed away. But on the day the old man left, Lin Yingbin clearly remembered that he didn't shed a single tear. It wasn't that he was heartless towards the old man, but rather that he couldn't shed tears at all.

Lin Yingbin told Ryuseki that it was due to this series of blows that his inner self became twisted. Before, under his father's training, he had developed two extreme personalities. This series of blows caused a split, ultimately forming a dual personality. One was his usual self, his original personality; the other was his previous state, becoming dangerous, irritable, distrustful of everyone, and harboring strong hostility towards all.

He told Ryuseki that he would never forgive his father for what he had done, nor the extreme indifference of his family towards him.

Lin Yingbin also told Ryuseki that his other personality was very dangerous. Due to his father's training from a young age, the aggressiveness of that personality was also stronger than normal. In fact, everyone has many personalities, some good and some bad. But normal people's personalities are integrated. Once they encounter something serious, these personalities might split into two or more extremes, divided into dark and good.

This condition usually doesn't manifest itself, and people with it can usually control it well. However, if they are subjected to too much external stimulation, this psychological balance can be broken, leading to the eruption of the other, dangerous personality, which is uncontrollable. Lin Yingbin's dangerous personality erupted because of the harassment from Zhi's subordinates during this period. This caused a sense of crisis in Lin Yingbin's subconscious, making him feel that he needed great power to provide a sense of security, thus leading to this situation.

After listening to Lin Yingbin's account, Ryuseki vaguely sensed something. He gasped and recalled his own childhood. Although he had never met his mother and only seen photos, and his father had passed away when he was very young, he had an older brother who took good care of him. Although his brother was sometimes nagging, it was precisely because of his brother that he didn't feel his childhood lacked anything compared to other children.

"You had such a difficult childhood! And such a father!" Ryuseki looked up at the ceiling. "Speaking of which! I never even met my mother! My father also left when I was little. I have no impression of them at all. I only know that when I could remember things, my brother and I were relying on each other!" When he mentioned his brother, a smile appeared on Ryuseki's face.

"That... actually, you don't need to worry. I can usually control myself! It's just that day..."

Ryuseki interrupted Lin Yingbin, "You don't need to say anything more, we know. We're good brothers, aren't we?! I believe you!"

"Us... sigh! Let's not talk about sad things anymore!"

Lin Yingbin turned his head to look at Ryuu Mufei lying on the next bed. He lay there unusually peacefully, and just looking at him stirred a sense of guilt within him.

"Sigh! I'm so sorry for him! To have him suffer such serious injuries, poor him!"

"Don't say that. Of course, you couldn't control yourself then, you didn't mean to hurt him!" Ryuseki stood up, patted his butt, and said, "The doctor said your injuries aren't serious, and you'll be discharged soon!"

Lin Yingbin pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it! I'll stay and accompany him!"

"You stay! Forget it!" Ryuseki chuckled. "What if you... again..."

"I won't! I won't do that again! And didn't you say you believe me?" Hearing Ryuseki's lack of confidence, Lin Yingbin became agitated and was about to get out of bed.

"Hey, hey, hey! Lie down! I was just kidding!" Ryuseki helped Lin Yingbin back into bed.

"Then stay. You can't 'give up' on him!"