To put it coldly, he did not care about any of this—not even his own life.
It was as if he had been born a monster without much feeling. He did not know why he should live or what good living would do him.
He simply lived according to the natural course of things, never wanting to compete with anyone else for anything.
Before he turned sixteen, everyone thought he was stupid and mediocre. In truth, he simply could not be bothered to play those harmless little tricks with them.
All of that began to change one night when he was a little over fifteen, starting with a nightmare.
In the dream, he felt himself fall into a massive black vortex, spinning endlessly inside it. Darkness filled his vision, and his feet never touched the ground. At the same time, a woman's merciless words echoed in his ears without end.
After waking, he remembered only one sentence: In my heart, you are nothing. He could not recall anything else, but he could clearly feel the heart-wrenching pain of being abandoned.
It was so intense that he even wondered whether he was about to die just like that.
It was the first time he had experienced violent emotional fluctuations like everyone else, and the first time he had felt such an intense emotion.
Whether it was love, hatred, or resentment.
For the first time in his life, he felt that he was actually the same as everyone else.
Life suddenly became different, as if a unique streak of color had swept across a gray-white painting.
Although he had felt utterly miserable after waking from the dream, he treated it like a priceless treasure and was ecstatic.
At first, he thought it was just a dream and nothing strange. After all, everyone