Overturning the Road to Rebirth

Subvert Power Road Twelve

"Get up! Get up! You bastard! Witch girl's bastard!"

A whip was lashed at a child less than five years old like driving an animal. His white and tender skin was covered with bloodstains and mud, and the luxurious clothes he was wearing were now dilapidated. And became tangled and messy, with tears of grievance in a pair of pink eyes.

He didn't understand how he, who was cared for by his father and mother as a treasure not long ago, just woke up after sleeping, and everything was different——

Those maids who used to love themselves so much are now beheaded and hung at the gate of the palace. At night, countless heads will collide with each other in the wind, making terrible noises;

The residence full of rare treasures is now taken away, leaving only countless mirrors, and the cold mirrors seem to have beasts jumping out in the next second;

The favorite food was replaced by the rancid food with a strange smell that even the lowest beast would dislike;

The father with the highest power and the mother with peerless beauty are missing.

Even the most devout servant was holding a slender metal whip at this moment, teaching him with the attitude of his master.

Once upon a time—those fond memories I once had were like dreams—to be dragged off the soft bed by the hair, to humiliate him with horrible words, and to look at him with contempt.

Under such an abrupt and untactful attack, his young world was shattered, and it has become cruel and dark ever since, with no way back.

The scene repeats itself every day as Desbell rises from the icy ground with only a dirty blanket to sleep on.

Two days after the accident, he ate the bowl of rotten food because of hunger, and his pampered body was in pain at night. He thought he was going to die, but the next day he was pulled from the ground by his hair. He got up and poured the potion, and the servant complained to his companion while pouring it: "I really don't understand Lord De Vries' thoughts. He obviously hates this bastard so much, why should he keep his life?"

His companion sneered maliciously: "What's the point of dying, you have to save your life and toss slowly in order to eliminate the burning fire of hatred in Mr. De Vries' heart. This little guy has a long way to go. "

The drugged child thought to himself in a daze: De Vries, by the way, that's the name.

The maid who grew up with him once ran up to him in a panic one day and one night before and said, "Master Desbell, your father has been killed by your brother, and Lady Lilian doesn't know what to do." Trace, you run away quickly!"

He couldn't understand what the maid was talking about at the time, so he just asked stupidly: "Yaji, I don't have a brother, and how could my father be killed? He is the greatest holy beast master in Angst." ah."

Ya already hugged him and left, anxiously said, "Now the greatest holy beast master is your half-brother De Vries, he came back to take revenge—"

Before the half-grown girl could finish speaking, a giant light-gold beast descended from the sky, and its huge claws pressed hard on the girl's head. In an instant, the red liquid splashed all over the black-haired child's fancy clothes.

Ya already died in a way that he couldn't even scream, and turned into a pile of flesh with indistinguishable faces.

A man walked over slowly, he had amber eyes and blond hair, he didn't even give him a look indifferently, just left a sentence: "The debt owed by your mother, you must be fully prepared to repay it. "

This sentence is like a beginning. After he was tortured, he once wanted to die like this, but he was rescued countless times. The servants who poured medicine on him could only repeat a sentence numbly: "Lord de Vries Say you haven't paid off the witch's debt, and you can't die."

He asked unwillingly: "Why should I pay the debt to the witch?"

The servant said: "The witch seduced the most powerful holy beast master ever, killed the real wife of the holy beast master, and tried to harm the holy beast master's own child, but this child is destined to be the messenger of the gods, and he got the god Blessings, he became the only ninth-level holy beast master in the world, and now he is coming back for revenge."

Desbell was even more confused: "What does this have to do with me?"

The servant gave him a sympathetic look: "Because Lilian is a witch, she killed Lord De Vries' mother, and Lord De Vries came back to take revenge, and you are Lilian's only child."

He was so well protected that he didn't believe such a "truth" at all, but it was all so true, because no matter if he asked anyone, the answer given by others was also the same as what the original servant said exactly the same.

After all, he was kind when he was young. He knew that when he was enjoying a luxurious life, his half-brother was miserable, and all this was caused by his mother.

He had to pay his mother a debt, not a debt that could be paid with gold, silver, or precious objects, but karma.

To become a humble servant and toil all his life, at least that's what he planned. If there was no sudden high fever when he was seven years old, if there was no small beast, he might have spent his life resigned to his fate like this.

The servant who always provided medicine when he was sick, but for some reason, ignored him when he had a high fever when he was seven years old, and then, as expected, he became a fool—following the instructions numbly, even if Even severe pain will not make him angry and hateful, he is completely a doll for other people's entertainment.

This happened until he was 15 years old. Because he inherited his mother's appearance, although he looked stupid, he had fair skin and delicate skin. This harmless appearance aroused some malicious people in the temple. man's dirty desires.

He was lured away into the middle of nowhere by two men who offered him fragrant food, who tried to strip him of his clothes, humiliated him with horrible obscenities, and fondled his body eagerly.

Perhaps at that time, the small but always-present unwillingness and resentment in his heart finally woke up and became an independent, sober personality that shared the same body with him.

When he came back to his senses, he had knocked out the brains of the two men with stones, and the two unrecognizable corpses were lying at his feet.

Before the personality can rejoice at being born, it tragically finds itself dying.

After all, if a 15-year-old boy who often doesn't have enough to eat wants to kill two grown men, he still has to pay the price——

His ribs were broken by one of them, one end pierced the skin and was bloody, and the other end was probably inserted into an unknown organ.

In short, he threw away the stone covered with blood and brains and lay down on the ground exhausted. With the loss of blood, his body temperature continued to drop, and he knew that he was going to die.

At this time, he met the holy beast in his life——

A small, dirty beast crawled out from the grass next to it. It was probably injured and limped, but it walked straight to Desbell.

"Ah~ah, do you want to taste my meat? The meat of a witch's child will probably be very difficult to eat."

The little beast turned a deaf ear and crawled to his wound. He thought this guy liked to eat fresh food and wanted to bite off his own flesh, but in the end, the very comfortable soft tongue coating licked his wound.

And unbelievably, as the little animal licked hard, the saliva seeped into the flesh, the damaged ribs disappeared, new bones and flesh grew, and finally it was not even visible that he was injured!

He signed a soul contract with the little beast that saved his life, and he found that after taking a bath (of course he didn't have holy water, he could only wash it with ordinary water dozens of times), this dirty little poor He has become the most sought-after pure white holy beast in the world, and as long as he drinks pure white blood, he can maintain his second personality forever!

But no matter what, his strength is really weak. When he was captured by De Vries and forced to contribute his soul power, he couldn't resist at all. inside him.

He was not reconciled.

Even if it was his mother's fault, why should it be blamed on him? !

Even if you have to pay off the debt, why do you have to torture him day after day, year after year? !

And why, after discovering that his only little beast was pure white, did he want to cruelly take away what belonged to him from him? !

Since if you don't resist, others will take it away, then he will take it all back!

Take it back!

Probably the devil heard his call, and the arrogant De Vries did not give him a happy after extracting his soul power, but locked him in Lilian's secret hall, trying to torture him for the last time.

Starve him to death.

He caught mice and bats, tore them and swallowed raw blood, and luckily, he found what his mother had left behind in the secret hall.

He relied on these things to practice to become a dark tenth-level holy beast master, and it was also because of these things that he realized that Lilian was really the daughter of the devil, she was the descendant of the devil, and he was the blood of the witch.

He named himself [Qimple], and wanted to wash away the shame and bring victory to the devil.

Pure white was taken away by de Vries, and when he got it back, the contract between pure white and him had been modified beyond recognition, and he became the opponent's minion. He couldn't bear it, so he killed the only care himself.

He fought with De Vries, and brought real darkness to Angst, even far better than the dark priest thousands of years ago, but because he did not have his own holy beast, he finally died in the hands of De Vries and Brada superior.

His soul floats in the air, watching those who tortured him are still alive, but what he cares about has been erased forever.

Perhaps since he was five years old, there is nothing in this world that really belongs to him and really cares about him.

Chimp didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to change his game and return to before the final battle, boarding on himself named Desbell.

He will never forget that when he returned to this body, a pair of arms hugged him, and the white-haired man said to him gently: "You are very weak, don't force yourself."

He has never met such care since he was five years old, but then he discovered that all the tenderness of this white-haired and purple-eyed man is not directed at him, but is in control of the sovereignty of the body. Bell"!

From ridicule and disdain to watching with a cold eye, to envy and longing, and even jealousy and resentment towards "Desbell", Chimp endured it alone.

Why, the same experience, the same burden, the same appearance, the same everything.

You have someone who treats you sincerely, and I am doomed to die alone?

If so, I'll grab it.

Even from "myself".