Oh, he had not been the only one treated that way.
In ancient times, people had yet to develop a complete sense of ethics, let alone the restraints of marriage. Unions between blood relatives had produced many deformed freaks.
Those freaks were also thrown into cages and subjected to the same treatment as him.
They simply lacked his powerful vitality.
The deformed children died one after another. Only he, the child they had picked up outside, could not die, no matter how much they tormented him.
Until, one day, a child remarkably similar to him was thrown inside.
This child had no other deformities, only deathly white skin. Even his pupils were white, and an inexplicable chill radiated from his entire body.
He was so much like him.
He even felt that this child was truly one of his own kind.
He began quietly caring for the other child, even though they could not communicate at all.
He would silently push his food over to him, hoping only that this white-skinned child could eat a little more and hold on a little longer.
But the Little White Child still died.
On the day he died, the Little White Child struggled to give him a smile and tapped a finger against his palm. Then his body turned into a block of ice, its piercing cold dispelling the waves of heat rolling over the parched earth.
The next day, this strange phenomenon drew the tribe's attention. Their attitude changed completely. They carried the unmeltable ice out of the cage and placed it on the altar.
Watching those people wrapped in animal hides babbling as they repeatedly bowed to the ice, he glanced at his palm in bewilderment. A chill spread from its center.
He had suddenly gained the ability to create low