After his birth, as the next head of the family, he had been forced to undergo inhumanly harsh training, growing up under the shadow of a childhood he never had. Then his body began to collapse, and he was ruthlessly branded a failure and discarded like a filthy rag. In the end—he even had to watch the person who replaced him stand gloriously at center stage.
Xia Ya looked at the hysterical man before him, a complicated feeling rising within him.
He would not pity him. Rau Le Creuset had far too much blood on his hands, and his sins could never be washed away. Yet when Xia Ya thought of the journey of despair and darkness Rau Le Creuset had endured, and imagined himself in that position, without the memories of a transmigrator, without an unshakable will, merely a life that had been created and then abandoned—
He felt the hard barrier within his heart creak faintly as it was stirred. It was resonance with the tragedy inherent in life itself.
"—The final door is about to open!"
Rau Le Creuset seemed to have vented all his resentment. He spread his arms excitedly and shouted, impatiently proclaiming it to the world before he had even finished gasping for breath and regained his composure.
"Then this world will end because of its endless desires and hatred! This is the destined outcome!—Just like the wishes of those self-righteous people struggling inside their culture dishes, it will all ultimately lead to destruction!"
"I won't let you succeed!"
Just as Rau Le Creuset poured every ounce of his hatred into that declaration of destruction, a clear yet incomparably resolute voice answered him.
—It was Jiliang.
The girl who had originally curled up on the floor, seemingly the most fragile one, the girl who