Chapter 1: Death I was a mercenary. I couldn’t endure the abuse from my parents any longer, so I left home and wandered the world. Because of the nature of my job, I met many people. Most of them looked at me with pity when I told them my story. My parents—or rather, those people—made it a daily routine to beat me. My father was ...
Chapter 1: Death I was a mercenary. I couldn’t endure the abuse from my parents any longer, so I left home and wandered the world. Because of the nature of my job, I met many people. Most of them looked at me with pity when I told them my story. My parents—or rather, those people—made it a daily routine to beat me. My father was a butcher. He killed animals and processed meat. It was a job that required expert knife skills. The problem was… he was a psychopath. He would often test how sharp his knives were on my body. His excuse was that he was checking the blade’s sharpness, but in truth, I think he just wanted to dissect a human being. Thanks to that, my body is covered in scars. Whenever he got drunk, he would start bragging. Boasting about how skilled he was with a knife, claiming he c
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