Chapter 6 – Weak, Pitiful, And Helpless

Editor- SleepyMango123

Under the bright sun in broad daylight, the tragedy of the weak being bullied by the strong was about to take place.

The smallest child was surrounded by four children who were older and stronger than him. There were dense bushes behind him, and escape was not an option.

The child was probably very frightened. He kept his head down without saying a word. The sun shining on his skin made him appear fair and tender. In addition to the delicate appearance of the small arms and legs, he looked terribly weak, pitiful, and completely helpless.

Thus, looking at the other party’s pitiful appearance, the bullies became more satisfied. They naturally persisted in their effort and rushed forward together in an arrogant manner. The eldest of them reached out to grab the child’s blond hair, intending to teach the sore eye a lesson, just as he’d ruthlessly done yesterday.

However, he didn’t manage to grab it.

The child avoided the hand. The other children saw him raise his head and smile at them.

That’s right.

The fragile, delicate and powerless child raised his head and gave them a grin that was inconsistent with his adorable appearance.

For some reason, the hearts of the tormentors suddenly trembled, and they had an ominous premonition.　　

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Just as the older children rushed over to pounce on him, with a quick click, Garlan’s hand that had been behind him snapped a branch from the bush.

With his hands hidden behind his back, he had been fiddling with it for a while before finally finding a suitable branch about the length of his arm.

It was flexible, strong and durable.

Satisfied, he raised his head and beamed. His small mouth revealed the white tips of his teeth as he smiled sternly at the bear children who leapt towards him.

Then, he waved the branch in his hand up high. 　　

Even though I can’t handle Heimos, you think I can’t cure you little shitty brats?

Papapa! Papapa! Papapapapapapa!

There was a cheerful smacking sound in the air.

It was the sound of the flexible branch hitting flesh, one after another.

The crackling sound was accompanied by the howling cries of the bear children.　　

The style of painting had changed. It was originally a scene of a group of gangsters bullying a pale and weak child. However, it now turned into a scene where a child unceremoniously chased several children who were taller and stronger than him, whipping his weapon at them.

The blond child jumped and hid, waved the branch in his hand, and slapped it on the butt of the older youth in front of him. The pain caused the other person to yell, clutching his behind and jumping away.

The chubby kid didn’t think it was right at all. Since when did they become chased and beaten by the other? Suddenly, his heart slammed loudly in his chest. Disregarding everything, his head lowered like a savage bull and dashed towards Garlan. Garlan moved slightly sideways, hiding a bit, and then knocked over the plump boy who’d rushed past him. He kicked him and made him fall. The chubby child lay on his back on the ground. His large belly was slapped twice by the weapon, and he cried out in pain.

For some time, the branches danced wildly. The only noise to be heard was the constant smacking sound, accompanied by the painful shouts of several children.

These children were all heirs of the royal family. They were all spoiled at home and acted lawless during the day. They were used to bullying others. In this life, let alone being beaten, no one touched a hair on their head.

However, at this moment, they were beaten and chased by a child. One, who was younger than them and holding only a simple weapon. They felt angry and ashamed, throwing out the words “just you wait, just you wait”, and then ran away crying.

Seeing the bullies weeping and fleeing, Garlan felt rejuvenated,

refreshed and satisfied.

Because he had been forced to surrender by Heimos several times in a row, just when he’d been panicking, someone had come of their own accord which allowed him to vent his anger.

Disobedient bear children should be severely slapped on their asses.

Garlan, who had vented his frustrations thoroughly, thought so.

Sure enough, no matter where you were, beating a bear child was an extremely enjoyable sport, no matter which era.

Seeing that the backs of the fleeing naughty adolescents disappeared, Garlan did not chase after them. He casually threw the already dented branch to the ground, bent down and pressed his hands on his knees. He panted for breath, with big drops of sweat falling from his pale golden forehead and dripping onto the ground.

This child’s body was still too weak, and his physical strength was also unbelievably poor. If the little brats didn’t run, he would be unable to hold up his strong appearance while teaching them a lesson.

Beads of warm sweat slid from his cheeks and dripped onto his arms.

Garlan huffed while staring at his pale limbs.

Brown skin was regarded as a symbol of a superior person, a symbol of the blood of an upper-class nobleman, but his skin colour…

Garlan shook his head.

He didn’t have to think hard to know that this body and face were inherited from his mother. She was a lower aristocrat, unlike his father, the city lord who was a superior aristocrat.

Presumably, as a child, Garlan felt very inferior due to this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t do things like tanning and pretending to have naturally brown skin.

…………

So it seemed that this previous, previous, previous, previous life was really unlucky.

He was supposed to be the eldest son of a well-loved city lord, but because of his skin colour, his father didn’t care for his mother and she was always considered a royal with impure blood. He was secretly mocked as a bastard, continuously looked down upon by the other superior nobles.

Later, when he finally became the King’s brother, no one dared to blather on in front of him.

As a result, he was killed only ten years later. The throne he was supposed to have was also snatched by Heimos, who’d killed him.

Immediately afterwards, because he failed to ascend the throne, his destiny trajectory changed. The kingdom was destroyed, so he was cursed by the angry gods- to reincarnate and never able to live to adulthood.

Then his reincarnation, who came back and wanted to correct his trajectory, was also unlucky. He was killed by Heimos again and again…

…………

Was he actually not the Son of Destiny? Instead, Was he the Son of Doom?

There were no gods who doted on him, there was only one god of doom, right?

Garlan gasped for air while cursing in his heart. He couldn’t help but snort softly through his nose.

After beating those bear children, he was now in a much better mood.

Although the psychological shadow that Heimos gave him was infinite, it didn’t mean just anyone could oppress him. Although his body was currently weak, he had been reborn several times, after all. As the heir to the throne, he had to gain knowledge and improve his martial arts… Well, he admitted that his grades had always made his teachers’ expressions turn ugly.

So if it was like this, was he actually the one bullying the small?

… Forget it, if it were to be like this, then so be it! Anyway, those terrible brats who like to bully others had to be taught a lesson.

After a while, when he was finally able to catch his breath, Garlan raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had dripped from his chin and straightened up.

In short, he had to go back to his room and rest for a while. The large amount of information he received made his brain hurt. He felt that he needed to be in a quiet place, break down his current situation and figure out what to do next.

Thinking of this, he moved to go back.

He raised his foot, but it didn’t move.

Something seemed to be entangled at his feet and made it too heavy to be lifted.

He subconsciously looked down at his left foot.

A golden brown fluffy being laid on his foot, curled into a ball.

Its two little fleshy claws hugged his ankle, the shrunken ball of hair raised his fuzzy little head, looking at the boy above him innocently with amber eyes, as two round ears trembled a few times.

Then the ball of fur opened his mouth and whimpered at Garlan.

Garlan, “???”　　

What the hell?

Why is there a baby lion grabbing my foot?

The male lion was a sacred beast worshipped by this kingdom and one of the king’s totem symbols. Even the King’s flag was printed with a lion pattern. Therefore, Kings of past dynasties would all try to domesticate the lion as a symbol of their power, but a lion was a beast after all, and only few people could successfully train it.

King Camos was a special case.

He seemed to be extremely favoured by the holy beasts and was able to successfully tame the lions. The reason why he was called the Lion King was because he was accompanied by at least two lions every time he went out to the battlefield.

Garlan bent over, grabbed the baby cub by the back of its neck, picked it up, and stared at it carefully.

Could this be one of the few lions that followed King Camos to the southern and northern wars?

He thought of the majestic and arrogant male lions in his memory that turned a blind eye to people other than his Brother King. He then looked at the little cub that looked like a kitten, with its eyes open and head tilted, staring at him innocently

As soon as he was pinched, the little brown fur ball shrank and curled up its limbs into a ball again. He looked at Garlan with small eyes, opened its mouth and whimpered again.

Garlan, “…”

You’re a lion, please don’t sell meng, okay?　

He inspected the small ball of fur left and right. He couldn’t imagine how the tiny and cute cub he was carrying would grow into a horrifying king of beasts on the battlefield.

Even though in his heart he was complaining, Garlan still failed to resist the coquettish mewls of the little baby lion. He pulled back his hands and hugged him in his arms, gently rubbing the soft fawn-coloured hair with one hand. The little brown fur ball huddled comfortably in his arms, squinting its eyes and letting him smooth out its hairs. It occasionally licked his neck with his warm little tongue.

Fortunately, it was a little baby lion. The barbs on the tongue were not sharp and it didn’t make people feel pain. It was just a little itchy. Garlan couldn’t help laughing, and tapped his finger on the fluffy little head making the little one feel safe.

After knocking on the head of the small being, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of the bushes moving not far away, as if someone was walking towards him.

Garlan held the baby lion in his arms and turned to glance around subconsciously.

When he looked, he immediately froze.

He saw a huge head emerge from the bushes, not far away from him. Then, its thick limbs slowly moved forward, taking haughty and coercive steps. Bit by bit, its huge torso slowly became exposed.

Garlan was completely petrified, and he dared not move.

A sturdy golden lion stood in front, looking down at him. With its long golden mane fluttering in the wind, a pair of fiery eyes that made his legs soft at first glance. It was fierce and terrifying.

Oh my god! The parent is looking for their lost child!

The abductor holding its cub who was suspected of being lost was shivering.

He felt that the father would come over and solve the issue by eating him up in a matter of minutes.

Garlan stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move, and let out a tragic scream in his mind.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Lion, Daddy Sir!

If I were to tell you it was actually your child that moved its claws first, would you believe it?

Let’s not say whether the father believed it or not, anyway, even if Garlan were to say it, it would definitely not understand human language.

The mighty and powerful lion, with its large body and a full mane, looked down at the little human in front of him. Its huge head lowered slightly as it stared at the young boy who was holding its child with big copper-bell eyes.

In that posture, as long as it opened its mouth with blood-filled intentions, it could easily bite off the whole little head of the little human.

Human meat tasted crunchy and crispy.

Garlan’s mind went blank.

It’s over, it’s over. He died before he left the school. He didn’t die this time at the hands of Heimos. He was about to die in the mouth of a lion.

Despite what was said, he just couldn’t be the Son of Destiny, he was the Son of Doom.

The little baby cub didn’t know that his father had come over to search for him and had found him lying comfortably in the soft and warm arms of a frightened kidnapper. He turned over, snored, and continued to sleep soundly.　　

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A majestic lion stood proud, full of might and power.

The little child stood in front of the large creature who could swallow him in one mouthful, looking with wide eyes at the big lion nervously with the little cub in his arms.

This time he really was weak, pitiful, and helpless.　　

Chapter 6 Weak, Pitiful, And HelplessEditor- SleepyMango123Under the bright sun in broad daylight, the tragedy of the weak being bullied by the strong was about to take place.The smallest child was surrounded by four children who were older and stronger than him. There were dense bushes behind him, and escape was not an option.The child was probably very frightened. He kept his head down without saying a word. The sun shining on his skin made him appear fair and tender. In addition to the delicate appearance of the small arms and legs, he looked terribly weak, pitiful, and completely helpless.Thus, looking at the other party's pitiful appearance, the bullies became more satisfied. They naturally persisted in their effort and rushed forward together in an arrogant manner. The eldest of them reached out to grab the child's blond hair, intending to teach the sore eye a lesson, just as he'd ruthlessly done yesterday.However, he didn't manage to grab it.The child avoided the hand. The other children saw him raise his head and smile at them.That's right.The fragile, delicate and powerless child raised his head and gave them a grin that was inconsistent with his adorable appearance.For some reason, the hearts of the tormentors suddenly trembled, and they had an ominous premonition.Just as the older children rushed over to pounce on him, with a quick click, Garlan's hand that had been behind him snapped a branch from the bush.With his hands hidden behind his back, he had been fiddling with it for a while before finally finding a suitable branch about the length of his arm.It was flexible, strong and durable.Satisfied, he raised his head and beamed. His small mouth revealed the white tips of his teeth as he smiled sternly at the bear children who leapt towards him.Then, he waved the branch in his hand up high. Even though I can't handle Heimos, you think I can't cure you little shitty brats?Papapa! Papapa! Papapapapapapa!There was a cheerful smacking sound in the air.It was the sound of the flexible branch hitting flesh, one after another.The crackling sound was accompanied by the howling cries of the bear children.The style of painting had changed. It was originally a scene of a group of gangsters bullying a pale and weak child. However, it now turned into a scene where a child unceremoniously chased several children who were taller and stronger than him, whipping his weapon at them.The blond child jumped and hid, waved the branch in his hand, and slapped it on the butt of the older youth in front of him. The pain caused the other person to yell, clutching his behind and jumping away.The chubby kid didn't think it was right at all. Since when did they become chased and beaten by the other? Suddenly, his heart slammed loudly in his chest. Disregarding everything, his head lowered like a savage bull and dashed towards Garlan. Garlan moved slightly sideways, hiding a bit, and then knocked over the plump boy who'd rushed past him. He kicked him and made him fall. The chubby child lay on his back on the ground. His large belly was slapped twice by the weapon, and he cried out in pain.For some time, the branches danced wildly. The only noise to be heard was the constant smacking sound, accompanied by the painful shouts of several children.These children were all heirs of the royal family. They were all spoiled at home and acted lawless during the day. They were used to bullying others. In this life, let alone being beaten, no one touched a hair on their head.However, at this moment, they were beaten and chased by a child. One, who was younger than them and holding only a simple weapon. They felt angry and ashamed, throwing out the words just you wait, just you wait, and then ran away crying.Seeing the bullies weeping and fleeing, Garlan felt rejuvenated,refreshed and satisfied.Because he had been forced to surrender by Heimos several times in a row, just when he'd been panicking, someone had come of their own accord which allowed him to vent his anger.Disobedient bear children should be severely slapped on their asses.Garlan, who had vented his frustrations thoroughly, thought so.Sure enough, no matter where you were, beating a bear child was an extremely enjoyable sport, no matter which era.Seeing that the backs of the fleeing naughty adolescents disappeared, Garlan did not chase after them. He casually threw the already dented branch to the ground, bent down and pressed his hands on his knees. He panted for breath, with big drops of sweat falling from his pale golden forehead and dripping onto the ground.This child's body was still too weak, and his physical strength was also unbelievably poor. If the little brats didn't run, he would be unable to hold up his strong appearance while teaching them a lesson.Beads of warm sweat slid from his cheeks and dripped onto his arms.Garlan huffed while staring at his pale limbs.Brown skin was regarded as a symbol of a superior person, a symbol of the blood of an upper-class nobleman, but his skin colourGarlan shook his head.He didn't have to think hard to know that this body and face were inherited from his mother. She was a lower aristocrat, unlike his father, the city lord who was a superior aristocrat.Presumably, as a child, Garlan felt very inferior due to this. Otherwise, he wouldn't do things like tanning and pretending to have naturally brown skin.So it seemed that this previous, previous, previous, previous life was really unlucky.He was supposed to be the eldest son of a well-loved city lord, but because of his skin colour, his father didn't care for his mother and she was always considered a royal with impure blood. He was secretly mocked as a bastard, continuously looked down upon by the other superior nobles.Later, when he finally became the King's brother, no one dared to blather on in front of him.As a result, he was killed only ten years later. The throne he was supposed to have was also snatched by Heimos, who'd killed him.Immediately afterwards, because he failed to ascend the throne, his destiny trajectory changed. The kingdom was destroyed, so he was cursed by the angry gods- to reincarnate and never able to live to adulthood.Then his reincarnation, who came back and wanted to correct his trajectory, was also unlucky. He was killed by Heimos again and againWas he actually not the Son of Destiny? Instead, Was he the Son of Doom?There were no gods who doted on him, there was only one god of doom, right?Garlan gasped for air while cursing in his heart. He couldn't help but snort softly through his nose.After beating those bear children, he was now in a much better mood.Although the psychological shadow that Heimos gave him was infinite, it didn't mean just anyone could oppress him. Although his body was currently weak, he had been reborn several times, after all. As the heir to the throne, he had to gain knowledge and improve his martial arts Well, he admitted that his grades had always made his teachers' expressions turn ugly.So if it was like this, was he actually the one bullying the small? Forget it, if it were to be like this, then so be it! Anyway, those terrible brats who like to bully others had to be taught a lesson.After a while, when he was finally able to catch his breath, Garlan raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had dripped from his chin and straightened up.In short, he had to go back to his room and rest for a while. The large amount of information he received made his brain hurt. He felt that he needed to be in a quiet place, break down his current situation and figure out what to do next.Thinking of this, he moved to go back.He raised his foot, but it didn't move.Something seemed to be entangled at his feet and made it too heavy to be lifted.He subconsciously looked down at his left foot.A golden brown fluffy being laid on his foot, curled into a ball.Its two little fleshy claws hugged his ankle, the shrunken ball of hair raised his fuzzy little head, looking at the boy above him innocently with amber eyes, as two round ears trembled a few times.Then the ball of fur opened his mouth and whimpered at Garlan.Garlan, ???What the hell?Why is there a baby lion grabbing my foot?The male lion was a sacred beast worshipped by this kingdom and one of the king's totem symbols. Even the King's flag was printed with a lion pattern. Therefore, Kings of past dynasties would all try to domesticate the lion as a symbol of their power, but a lion was a beast after all, and only few people could successfully train it.King Camos was a special case.He seemed to be extremely favoured by the holy beasts and was able to successfully tame the lions. The reason why he was called the Lion King was because he was accompanied by at least two lions every time he went out to the battlefield.Garlan bent over, grabbed the baby cub by the back of its neck, picked it up, and stared at it carefully.Could this be one of the few lions that followed King Camos to the southern and northern wars?He thought of the majestic and arrogant male lions in his memory that turned a blind eye to people other than his Brother King. He then looked at the little cub that looked like a kitten, with its eyes open and head tilted, staring at him innocentlyAs soon as he was pinched, the little brown fur ball shrank and curled up its limbs into a ball again. He looked at Garlan with small eyes, opened its mouth and whimpered again.Garlan, You're a lion, please don't sell meng, okay?He inspected the small ball of fur left and right. He couldn't imagine how the tiny and cute cub he was carrying would grow into a horrifying king of beasts on the battlefield.Even though in his heart he was complaining, Garlan still failed to resist the coquettish mewls of the little baby lion. He pulled back his hands and hugged him in his arms, gently rubbing the soft fawn-coloured hair with one hand. The little brown fur ball huddled comfortably in his arms, squinting its eyes and letting him smooth out its hairs. It occasionally licked his neck with his warm little tongue.Fortunately, it was a little baby lion. The barbs on the tongue were not sharp and it didn't make people feel pain. It was just a little itchy. Garlan couldn't help laughing, and tapped his finger on the fluffy little head making the little one feel safe.After knocking on the head of the small being, he suddenly heard the rustling sound of the bushes moving not far away, as if someone was walking towards him.Garlan held the baby lion in his arms and turned to glance around subconsciously.When he looked, he immediately froze.He saw a huge head emerge from the bushes, not far away from him. Then, its thick limbs slowly moved forward, taking haughty and coercive steps. Bit by bit, its huge torso slowly became exposed.Garlan was completely petrified, and he dared not move.A sturdy golden lion stood in front, looking down at him. With its long golden mane fluttering in the wind, a pair of fiery eyes that made his legs soft at first glance. It was fierce and terrifying.Oh my god! The parent is looking for their lost child!The abductor holding its cub who was suspected of being lost was shivering.He felt that the father would come over and solve the issue by eating him up in a matter of minutes.Garlan stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move, and let out a tragic scream in his mind.Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Lion, Daddy Sir!If I were to tell you it was actually your child that moved its claws first, would you believe it?Let's not say whether the father believed it or not, anyway, even if Garlan were to say it, it would definitely not understand human language.The mighty and powerful lion, with its large body and a full mane, looked down at the little human in front of him. Its huge head lowered slightly as it stared at the young boy who was holding its child with big copper-bell eyes.In that posture, as long as it opened its mouth with blood-filled intentions, it could easily bite off the whole little head of the little human.Human meat tasted crunchy and crispy.Garlan's mind went blank.It's over, it's over.He died before he left the school. He didn't die this time at the hands of Heimos. He was about to die in the mouth of a lion.Despite what was said, he just couldn't be the Son of Destiny, he was the Son of Doom.The little baby cub didn't know that his father had come over to search for him and had found him lying comfortably in the soft and warm arms of a frightened kidnapper. He turned over, snored, and continued to sleep soundly.A majestic lion stood proud, full of might and power.The little child stood in front of the large creature who could swallow him in one mouthful, looking with wide eyes at the big lion nervously with the little cub in his arms.This time he really was weak, pitiful, and helpless.