"Grandpa Fran."
In the dim dungeon, Eli watched the old man who had cared for him since childhood tightly clutch his throat, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.
"Urgh..." His eyes instantly widened from the lack of air, shock and pain intertwining across his face.
He truly could not understand why the grandfather who had raised him would be willing to kill him with his own hands.
He clearly had done nothing wrong. He had merely opened a few brothels and formed the Black Gang. He had even paid his taxes properly! "Why..." His voice trembled as he tried to ask for the reason, his hands futilely clutching Fran's arms, which felt like a piece of rotten oak.
His feet kicked wildly as well, trying to break free from the deadly restraint, but all his efforts seemed futile.
The air grew thinner and thinner, his vision began to blur, and Eli's consciousness gradually crumbled away.
Memories of the past flashed before him like a revolving lantern.
Before he was six, he had lived a luxurious life in the castle that countless people envied, with a bright future of becoming lord according to plan.
Until his father was hacked to death by his uncle for sleeping with his aunt, and he too was thrown out of the castle like trash.
Fortunately, Grandpa Fran took him in. Back then, he had also thought of revenge, tirelessly swinging his sword all day for that purpose.
Until one day, he saw a maid naked. Sword practice, women, sword practice, women, women, women. At some point, he became addicted to women, completely losing all his drive and even forgetting the vengeance for his father's death.
"Perhaps this is the punishment for my laziness."
Eli Hughes gave up struggling, and before long, his consciousness completely