Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
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From the time when a child could remember, the first thing he felt was hunger.
So hungry.
Hunger was always gnawing away at his body all the time. He never knew what it was like to be full.
He had always lived in the garbage dump, in the hole dug within a pile of garbage. The smell that was unbearable for others, he was long accustomed to it.
The smell seemed to have soaked into his body and blood, penetrating into his entire body, making him exude the disgusting smell from the inside out.
Everyone shunned him.
But this was the only way for him to survive.
Only by staying at the dumpsite, could he swiftly snatch the discarded leftovers and cold food at first sight and fill his hungry stomach a little.
And only in the smelly garbage dump, would those beggars that were taller than him, not come to snatch the residence he’d finally dug up.
He couldn’t remember how many times, in order to fight for a little food, he beat others till they were badly bruised.1
No matter how strong the opponent was, he never flinched.
He had seen people starving to death. Those ugly, shrivelled corpses lying on the ground, lifeless, and a little bit decayed. They gave off the unpleasant smell of the dead, attracting vultures and mice who would gnaw on the bodies.
He didn’t want to be like that, he wanted to live no matter what.
How did a scrawny child snatch food from those who were taller and stronger than him, and survive?
By being ruthless. By being more ferocious than anyone else.
In this place where the strong devoured the weak, no one would help, one could only rely on oneself. The survivors had to be like mad dogs, even if their legs were broken, they’d have to fiercely bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent.
He was once beaten all over his body. Without letting go, he abruptly bit off a finger of the man who wanted to snatch his food.
That was how he survived.
He couldn’t remember how many times he had been injured or how many times he had been in near-death situations.
He had once crawled back into the hole in the garbage dump with his broken leg and had a high fever the whole day and night. He thought he would die just like that.
But maybe it really was fate – he managed to withstand and survive.
The slums were the darkest and ugliest places in the capital. Filthy beggars of all walks of life stayed in that place, where the rubbish gathered, and where the city dumped their trash… Maybe they themselves were a part of what was being thrown out and abandoned.
They only deserved to live in this rotten, dark place.
Occasionally, when he went out of the slum to beg, all he saw were looks of disgust and abomination or evasive eyes. Even those so-called kind people, when they saw him, their glances were condescending and contemptuous, as if looking down at an ant.
Those people stared at him like they were looking at human-shaped trash.
He didn’t like the way those people looked at him.
…
Suddenly one day, his whole life changed.
Several well-dressed people who were of a high unattainable status, found him, knelt at his feet crying, and shouted an unfamiliar name to him.
They cried and called him Little Master Heimos.
In the past, these high-ranking people, who walked on the road and would not give him a glance at the corner of their eyes, suddenly called him their master?
At that time, he was dumbfounded and at a loss. He couldn’t react and could only stand on the spot blankly.
“Heimos!”
A beautiful crying voice, and a good smell came directly.
The child raised his head and saw the best-looking young woman he had ever seen. The woman ran towards him with excitement and tears in her eyes. She stretched out her hands as if she wanted to hug him.
Meeting the eager gaze of the woman, he felt that his chest was also filled with something, becoming hot.
The woman’s footsteps stopped abruptly at the moment she was about to approach him.
The hand that was reaching out to him also unexpectedly stopped in the middle. She retracted the appendage to block the lower half of her face and covered her nose.
He saw a familiar look in the woman’s eyes.
Disgust.
What he had seen in the eyes of countless people, he once again saw it in the eyes of this woman who made his heart beat fast.
His chest that had been warmed, sank and became cold, and returned to the state it was before.
When he calmed down, he could clearly see and understand.
Those who knelt in front of him, looked at him with flattering eyes, and seemed to respectfully call him Little Master. However, their eyes were the same as those who looked at him with deep disgust which they tried to conceal.
It turned out to be no different.
These people, this woman who claims to be my mother, that person, those people, whoever they are, are all the same.
All people are the same.
…
…
The young man suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness and woke up from the dreams of his past.
The surroundings were dark and it was nighttime. Only a faint moonlight came in through the window, shining on his cheek.
His body felt very heavy and very hot.
The exhausting feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time… but was somehow familiar.
When he was young and was just a humble little beggar who could be beaten and trampled by everyone, at that time, he dragged his bruised and battered body and laid in the hole dug in the trash. His whole body was burning hot and he was delirious.
… Now it seemed like he had returned to the past.
He managed to support his heavy body. Big drops of sweat slid down his chin and dripped onto the sheets.
He tried to yell twice in a hoarse voice but no one responded. No one was inside or outside the room.
Unexpectedly, it was just the usual praising those above and stepping on those who were below. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the younger brother that King Camos loved was that boy. He was just a dispensable bonus.
He took a breath, rolled over, and got out of bed.
His whole body was burning hot, and he needed cold water.
Heimos’ weak body swayed as he slowly walked outside.
However, his body was so weak that he couldn’t slow down. Just when he walked to the door, his vision suddenly went dark. He couldn’t hold it anymore, and he suddenly fell forward.
“Woah-!”
The shout, of course, was not from Heimos, who had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.
It was from Garlan, who was hit by Heimos and was knocked down as soon as he walked to the door.
… Avoided it too slowly.
Garlan thought as he was knocked down on the ground.
He became entangled with the look in Heimos’ eyes before the other left, so he asked the servant about Heimos’ residence. At night, he pretended to be asleep in bed. After all the maids had left, he sneaked through the window and ran out.
He thought he would have to secretly open the window when he got to Heimos’ residence, but when he saw that there were no servants and only one gatekeeper who was dozing off, he slipped in without any effort.
As soon as he ran towards the door, he suddenly saw a figure collapsing.
Garlan instinctively shrank back, but before he could completely hide, the boy who fell had knocked him to the ground. At this moment, the boy’s head was pressed on his thighs.
What are you trying to do?
Garlan was inexplicably pressed on both legs. He reached out to push the other, but as soon as his hand touched Heimos’ head, he was stunned.
It’s hot.
Heimos’ face felt hot to the touch.
Under the moonlight, he saw that the other party’s face on his leg was burning a bright fiery red. It didn’t look right at all.
Looking at it again, the scars on Heimos’ body were not thoroughly cleaned either. The boy’s body was bluish and purple under the light of the moon, and his face was scorching. It looked a bit shocking.
That’s why your face-saving2 temper couldn’t change after a few lifetimes.
So what if you see me as an eyesore, why didn’t you just accept the ointment I gave you? In the end, wasn’t the one who suffered still you?
If I hadn’t run over to find you on a whim tonight, you might have become mentally handicapped due to the high fever.
At the bottom of his heart, Garlan was complaining with annoyance and got up from the ground. It was cold at night and Heimos already had a fever. If he continued to let this person stay in the night breeze, it would only get worse. Garlan, who intended to bring Heimos back to the house, grabbed one of the arms of the feverish teenager and tried to hold him.
Don’t talk about holding him up. Even by tugging him, he still didn’t move.
Garlan looked at Heimos, who was lying on the ground and was a head taller than him, and then at his small arms and legs.
Well, I can’t throw him, I can’t hold him up, and I can’t put him on my back.
He thought about it.
Okay, let’s try dragging.
He thought as he did it. Grabbing Heimos’ hand, he dragged him into the room.
As Heimos was thin, logically speaking he wasn’t very heavy. But he had a big frame and was still muscular. For a seven or eight-year-old child who didn’t exercise often, even just dragging was a difficult task.
Garlan used almost all of his strength, and with a snail-like pace, he dragged Heimos into the room little by little.
Panting as he entered the room, he looked at the half-meter-high bed and was dumbfounded. He could drag Heimos, but it was impossible for him to pick this guy up and put him on the bed, okay?
… Wait a minute.
Why did I, a kid, bother to drag Heimos into the house and put him on the bed with my own hands?
Couldn’t I just run out and call for someone to come over?
The boy who had finally figured it out scolded himself for being stupid, then turned his head and ran back to the door. Just as he almost reached it, a crash could be heard. It was as if he had kicked something hard with his feet.
A hard object was kicked out by him, hit the door with a snap, and rolled back.
Garlan looked down. The moonlight shining from the door reflected on the object at his feet, and a cold silver light was reflected in his eyes.
It was a shiny silver dagger without any cumbersome decorations on it. It should have fallen from Heimos when he dragged him into the room.
He leaned over, stretched out his hand to hold the sharp silver blade. The cold air seeped into his fingers, and his hand became frozen.
In the depth of the spiral concave pattern at the junction between the handle and the sword body, a dark red trace could be vaguely seen, indicating that this bright silver dagger was not an ornament, but had actually come in contact with blood. It was as if he could feel a little bit of evil intent oozing from above.
Garlan half-kneeled on the ground and stared blankly at the dagger in his hand.
The moonlight shone on the dagger, reflecting a bright light on the side of his cheeks. It also made the edge of his golden irises reflect a strange light.
…What’s this commotion in my heart?
The evil intent seemed to penetrate into the depths of his body through his skin, making his blood agitated.
He turned his head to look at Heimos on his side.
The young teenager was lying still on the ground beside him. He was hot and unconscious. His face was flushed, his mouth was slightly open, and he was gasping for air. Sweat ran down the young man’s slender neck, and wet black hair stuck to his neck. A little sweat even leaked out of his chest, and the slightly reddish honey-coloured skin reflected a moist lustre under the moonlight.
Heimos laid there. His chest exposed, revealing a fragile neck without the slightest resistance.
Garlan clenched the cold dagger in his hand, his heart beating violently at this moment.
It was as if there was an invisible force from the abyss bewitching him, and there was a vaguely invisible voice hissing in his head.
Right now.
Now is the time.
I only need to pierce the heart of Heimos with the blade-
This guy who had killed me four times-
It was hard to say whether or not this boy would kill me again in the future-
As long as I do it now-
The light of the moon was like water, falling on half of the cheek of the child who was kneeling on the ground.
The child lowered his head; his fine blond hair shimmered, and his cheeks that reflected the moonlight were like snow.
He gripped the silver dagger in his hand and tightened his grip so hard that his knuckles were white.
There was dead silence in the night.
In this terrible silence, Garlan suddenly raised the dagger-
With a clang, the silver dagger was pressed heavily on the ground by him, making a harsh sound of metal and stone rubbing against the ground.
The child, who slammed the dagger to the ground, raised his other hand and without warning, slapped himself in the face.
The slap was so hard that afterwards, reddish fingerprints could be seen on the delicate skin.
Garlan knelt on the ground, pressed his hands on the ground and panted heavily.
With his blond hair scattered messily in front of his wide-open eyes, the child’s expression seemed like he had just broken free from a nightmare. His forehead was oozing with sweat, and his pupils trembled slightly.
He quickly gasped for air and after a while, he calmed down.
Garlan stood up, turned, and walked to Heimos’ side, then leaned down again.
He knelt down next to Heimos, pursed his lips, and stuffed the shiny silver dagger into Heimos’ waist and tied it to his belt.Jeanie wanna say:
Heimos’ past was so sad T.T
As if unloading a big rock, he let out a light breath and stood up.
I have to call someone over immediately.
But at the moment he was about to stand up, a hand stretched out abruptly and grabbed his wrist.
1
(Actual words: 头破血流) Literal meaning: head broken and blood flowing.
2( Actual words: 死要面子活受罪) It means that people are too concerned about their own face, and would rather suffer pain for the sake of keeping their face.
Editor: SleepyMango123
Proofreader: Lore
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From the time when a child could remember, the first thing he felt was hunger.
So hungry.
Hunger was always gnawing away at his body all the time. He never knew what it was like to be full.
He had always lived in the garbage dump, in the hole dug within a pile of garbage. The smell that was unbearable for others, he was long accustomed to it.
The smell seemed to have soaked into his body and blood, penetrating into his entire body, making him exude the disgusting smell from the inside out.
Everyone shunned him.
But this was the only way for him to survive.
Only by staying at the dumpsite, could he swiftly snatch the discarded leftovers and cold food at first sight and fill his hungry stomach a little.
And only in the smelly garbage dump, would those beggars that were taller than him, not come to snatch the residence he’d finally dug up.
He couldn’t remember how many times, in order to fight for a little food, he beat others till they were badly bruised.1
No matter how strong the opponent was, he never flinched.
He had seen people starving to death. Those ugly, shrivelled corpses lying on the ground, lifeless, and a little bit decayed. They gave off the unpleasant smell of the dead, attracting vultures and mice who would gnaw on the bodies.
He didn’t want to be like that, he wanted to live no matter what.
How did a scrawny child snatch food from those who were taller and stronger than him, and survive?
By being ruthless. By being more ferocious than anyone else.
In this place where the strong devoured the weak, no one would help, one could only rely on oneself. The survivors had to be like mad dogs, even if their legs were broken, they’d have to fiercely bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent.
He was once beaten all over his body. Without letting go, he abruptly bit off a finger of the man who wanted to snatch his food.
That was how he survived.
He couldn’t remember how many times he had been injured or how many times he had been in near-death situations.
He had once crawled back into the hole in the garbage dump with his broken leg and had a high fever the whole day and night. He thought he would die just like that.
But maybe it really was fate – he managed to withstand and survive.
The slums were the darkest and ugliest places in the capital. Filthy beggars of all walks of life stayed in that place, where the rubbish gathered, and where the city dumped their trash… Maybe they themselves were a part of what was being thrown out and abandoned.
They only deserved to live in this rotten, dark place.
Occasionally, when he went out of the slum to beg, all he saw were looks of disgust and abomination or evasive eyes. Even those so-called kind people, when they saw him, their glances were condescending and contemptuous, as if looking down at an ant.
Those people stared at him like they were looking at human-shaped trash.
He didn’t like the way those people looked at him.
…
Suddenly one day, his whole life changed.
Several well-dressed people who were of a high unattainable status, found him, knelt at his feet crying, and shouted an unfamiliar name to him.
They cried and called him Little Master Heimos.
In the past, these high-ranking people, who walked on the road and would not give him a glance at the corner of their eyes, suddenly called him their master?
At that time, he was dumbfounded and at a loss. He couldn’t react and could only stand on the spot blankly.
“Heimos!”
A beautiful crying voice, and a good smell came directly.
The child raised his head and saw the best-looking young woman he had ever seen. The woman ran towards him with excitement and tears in her eyes. She stretched out her hands as if she wanted to hug him.
Meeting the eager gaze of the woman, he felt that his chest was also filled with something, becoming hot.
The woman’s footsteps stopped abruptly at the moment she was about to approach him.
The hand that was reaching out to him also unexpectedly stopped in the middle. She retracted the appendage to block the lower half of her face and covered her nose.
He saw a familiar look in the woman’s eyes.
Disgust.
What he had seen in the eyes of countless people, he once again saw it in the eyes of this woman who made his heart beat fast.
His chest that had been warmed, sank and became cold, and returned to the state it was before.
When he calmed down, he could clearly see and understand.
Those who knelt in front of him, looked at him with flattering eyes, and seemed to respectfully call him Little Master. However, their eyes were the same as those who looked at him with deep disgust which they tried to conceal.
It turned out to be no different.
These people, this woman who claims to be my mother, that person, those people, whoever they are, are all the same.
All people are the same.
…
…
The young man suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness and woke up from the dreams of his past.
The surroundings were dark and it was nighttime. Only a faint moonlight came in through the window, shining on his cheek.
His body felt very heavy and very hot.
The exhausting feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time… but was somehow familiar.
When he was young and was just a humble little beggar who could be beaten and trampled by everyone, at that time, he dragged his bruised and battered body and laid in the hole dug in the trash. His whole body was burning hot and he was delirious.
… Now it seemed like he had returned to the past.
He managed to support his heavy body. Big drops of sweat slid down his chin and dripped onto the sheets.
He tried to yell twice in a hoarse voice but no one responded. No one was inside or outside the room.
Unexpectedly, it was just the usual praising those above and stepping on those who were below. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the younger brother that King Camos loved was that boy. He was just a dispensable bonus.
He took a breath, rolled over, and got out of bed.
His whole body was burning hot, and he needed cold water.
Heimos’ weak body swayed as he slowly walked outside.
However, his body was so weak that he couldn’t slow down. Just when he walked to the door, his vision suddenly went dark. He couldn’t hold it anymore, and he suddenly fell forward.
“Woah-!”
The shout, of course, was not from Heimos, who had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness.
It was from Garlan, who was hit by Heimos and was knocked down as soon as he walked to the door.
… Avoided it too slowly.
Garlan thought as he was knocked down on the ground.
He became entangled with the look in Heimos’ eyes before the other left, so he asked the servant about Heimos’ residence. At night, he pretended to be asleep in bed. After all the maids had left, he sneaked through the window and ran out.
He thought he would have to secretly open the window when he got to Heimos’ residence, but when he saw that there were no servants and only one gatekeeper who was dozing off, he slipped in without any effort.
As soon as he ran towards the door, he suddenly saw a figure collapsing.
Garlan instinctively shrank back, but before he could completely hide, the boy who fell had knocked him to the ground. At this moment, the boy’s head was pressed on his thighs.
What are you trying to do?
Garlan was inexplicably pressed on both legs. He reached out to push the other, but as soon as his hand touched Heimos’ head, he was stunned.
It’s hot.
Heimos’ face felt hot to the touch.
Under the moonlight, he saw that the other party’s face on his leg was burning a bright fiery red. It didn’t look right at all.
Looking at it again, the scars on Heimos’ body were not thoroughly cleaned either. The boy’s body was bluish and purple under the light of the moon, and his face was scorching. It looked a bit shocking.
That’s why your face-saving2 temper couldn’t change after a few lifetimes.
So what if you see me as an eyesore, why didn’t you just accept the ointment I gave you? In the end, wasn’t the one who suffered still you?
If I hadn’t run over to find you on a whim tonight, you might have become mentally handicapped due to the high fever.
At the bottom of his heart, Garlan was complaining with annoyance and got up from the ground. It was cold at night and Heimos already had a fever. If he continued to let this person stay in the night breeze, it would only get worse. Garlan, who intended to bring Heimos back to the house, grabbed one of the arms of the feverish teenager and tried to hold him.
Don’t talk about holding him up. Even by tugging him, he still didn’t move.
Garlan looked at Heimos, who was lying on the ground and was a head taller than him, and then at his small arms and legs.
Well, I can’t throw him, I can’t hold him up, and I can’t put him on my back.
He thought about it.
Okay, let’s try dragging.
He thought as he did it. Grabbing Heimos’ hand, he dragged him into the room.
As Heimos was thin, logically speaking he wasn’t very heavy. But he had a big frame and was still muscular. For a seven or eight-year-old child who didn’t exercise often, even just dragging was a difficult task.
Garlan used almost all of his strength, and with a snail-like pace, he dragged Heimos into the room little by little.
Panting as he entered the room, he looked at the half-meter-high bed and was dumbfounded. He could drag Heimos, but it was impossible for him to pick this guy up and put him on the bed, okay?
… Wait a minute.
Why did I, a kid, bother to drag Heimos into the house and put him on the bed with my own hands?
Couldn’t I just run out and call for someone to come over?
The boy who had finally figured it out scolded himself for being stupid, then turned his head and ran back to the door. Just as he almost reached it, a crash could be heard. It was as if he had kicked something hard with his feet.
A hard object was kicked out by him, hit the door with a snap, and rolled back.
Garlan looked down. The moonlight shining from the door reflected on the object at his feet, and a cold silver light was reflected in his eyes.
It was a shiny silver dagger without any cumbersome decorations on it. It should have fallen from Heimos when he dragged him into the room.
He leaned over, stretched out his hand to hold the sharp silver blade. The cold air seeped into his fingers, and his hand became frozen.
In the depth of the spiral concave pattern at the junction between the handle and the sword body, a dark red trace could be vaguely seen, indicating that this bright silver dagger was not an ornament, but had actually come in contact with blood. It was as if he could feel a little bit of evil intent oozing from above.
Garlan half-kneeled on the ground and stared blankly at the dagger in his hand.
The moonlight shone on the dagger, reflecting a bright light on the side of his cheeks. It also made the edge of his golden irises reflect a strange light.
…What’s this commotion in my heart?
The evil intent seemed to penetrate into the depths of his body through his skin, making his blood agitated.
He turned his head to look at Heimos on his side.
The young teenager was lying still on the ground beside him. He was hot and unconscious. His face was flushed, his mouth was slightly open, and he was gasping for air. Sweat ran down the young man’s slender neck, and wet black hair stuck to his neck. A little sweat even leaked out of his chest, and the slightly reddish honey-coloured skin reflected a moist lustre under the moonlight.
Heimos laid there. His chest exposed, revealing a fragile neck without the slightest resistance.
Garlan clenched the cold dagger in his hand, his heart beating violently at this moment.
It was as if there was an invisible force from the abyss bewitching him, and there was a vaguely invisible voice hissing in his head.
Right now.
Now is the time.
I only need to pierce the heart of Heimos with the blade-
This guy who had killed me four times-
It was hard to say whether or not this boy would kill me again in the future-
As long as I do it now-
The light of the moon was like water, falling on half of the cheek of the child who was kneeling on the ground.
The child lowered his head; his fine blond hair shimmered, and his cheeks that reflected the moonlight were like snow.
He gripped the silver dagger in his hand and tightened his grip so hard that his knuckles were white.
There was dead silence in the night.
In this terrible silence, Garlan suddenly raised the dagger-
With a clang, the silver dagger was pressed heavily on the ground by him, making a harsh sound of metal and stone rubbing against the ground.
The child, who slammed the dagger to the ground, raised his other hand and without warning, slapped himself in the face.
The slap was so hard that afterwards, reddish fingerprints could be seen on the delicate skin.
Garlan knelt on the ground, pressed his hands on the ground and panted heavily.
With his blond hair scattered messily in front of his wide-open eyes, the child’s expression seemed like he had just broken free from a nightmare. His forehead was oozing with sweat, and his pupils trembled slightly.
He quickly gasped for air and after a while, he calmed down.
Garlan stood up, turned, and walked to Heimos’ side, then leaned down again.
He knelt down next to Heimos, pursed his lips, and stuffed the shiny silver dagger into Heimos’ waist and tied it to his belt.Jeanie wanna say:
Heimos’ past was so sad T.T
As if unloading a big rock, he let out a light breath and stood up.
I have to call someone over immediately.
But at the moment he was about to stand up, a hand stretched out abruptly and grabbed his wrist.
1
(Actual words: 头破血流) Literal meaning: head broken and blood flowing.
2( Actual words: 死要面子活受罪) It means that people are too concerned about their own face, and would rather suffer pain for the sake of keeping their face.
