My Level Zero System

Chapter 63 Who am I? (Extra)

Who am I?

I am short and dirty compared to you.

I have no parents, I am a bully, the one you always tell your children to stay away from.

I am a despicable thief, who is always beaten by drunkards, because they cannot find a more despicable target than me.

But I'm just a person who wants to survive.

I never sought to be loved, I only sought to survive. But even that I could not do.

I am the one who stood between the boundary of life and death.

My whole body ached so much that "feeling" was a luxury.

It hurts, it hurts…

I feel like I'm going to die.

I don't want to die.

I must survive... survive.

Whatever it takes.

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Who am I?

I am a person who has obtained a new life.

Compared to that miserable place, my place is a thousand times more luxurious than theirs.

All the luxuries I never dreamed of were now placed before me.

As long as I ask, there will always be a waiter on duty to follow my orders, no matter if it is noon or midnight.

I am a smart person, my self-proclaimed foster father said that.

Because I can learn things very quickly, things that other people need hundreds of thousands of hours of practice to master, I only need one morning.

He said I was a genius, and I feel the same.

I'm a genius... not a worthless scum.

My foster father promised that when he could become the head of the clan, he would make me his right-hand man.

I'm really looking forward to it.

But all is gone.

My foster father was murdered, and I was accused of being his murderer.

At this point, I feel like it's incomprehensible, even if I'm a genius.

Why is no one defending me? I didn't do this!

There are clearly many suspicious points, why is no one suspicious?

I risked my life to beg the maids and servants to testify for me.

They always smiled at me, they were always friendly to me, they understood the relationship between me and my foster father, one of them always followed me, this person must have clearly written that I did not poison my foster father, right?

Right?

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Who am I?

I am a prisoner.

This place is really shitty as hell.

It stinks, it's fishy, it stinks.

I don't even know how many words to use to describe this place.

And on top of that, what makes this place hellish is a bunch of prisoners who are as filthy as pigs in a sty.

They were much ruder, more brutal, and more vicious than anyone I had seen before.

Once again, I became a target for abuse.

Beating, spitting on the face, pouring water on people,... have almost become too common.

One time they challenged me to a game, with each time I lost, a nail being pulled out of my finger.

I know they are jealous.

They are jealous, because I always keep my hands clean. While their hands are like sticks stuck in a pile of shit.

They are jealous, because my hands have done things much more noble than their miserable life of imprisonment.

So they destroyed my hands.

One by one, the fingernails were pulled out…

And with each pulled nail, I felt so much pain that I felt like I was dying.

Why do I have to put up with all this?

With ten fingers already covered in blood, I was slammed like a dead dog onto the dirty prison floor.

The rotten water that had not been cleaned for a long time had entered my mouth, making me extremely nauseous.

But that also brought me back to my senses.

I don't want to suffer anymore.

Those filthy prisoners made me indignant, but they still taught me one thing.

It is brutal.

So, I have a plan.

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Who am I?

I am an escapee.

I was able to escape from that damn place after poisoning all the prisoners and hiding among the corpses.

This is the first time I actually killed someone.

Strangely enough, guilt... was something that didn't arise in my heart at all.

I just feel satisfied, extremely satisfied.

Every time I remember those damn faces pale from the poison, I just want to scream with joy.

Is this my salvation?

Or is it some instinct inside me?

I don't know, but I don't hate this.

And now, I want revenge.

I investigated and discovered that the death of my former adoptive father was due to a political struggle over inheritance rights. And I'm just an abandoned pawn.

This is difficult, because this is more complicated than I thought.

I also can't take revenge on anyone, because if my existence is revealed, I will definitely die.

But someday, I will be back.

I joined a bandit gang.

These bandits were all as ragged as those prisoners. But I was no longer the weakling I once was.

Through sheer brutality, I climbed the ranks of the gang.

It was only then that I truly realized how beneficial it is to have a smart head.

Those idiots were like puppets controlled by my lies and deception.

Every time I see someone eliminated by me, I feel satisfied.

I want more, like a wild beast that is never full.

Eventually, I became the head of a bandit gang.

But then, the difficulties also became apparent.

My enemies were much stronger than I had imagined. Even if there were ten bandit gangs, I would not have a chance to take revenge.

I'm sad, I'm depressed, I'm angry, because I know it's true.

But I will not give up.

If ten gangs are not enough, then I will control a hundred gangs, a thousand gangs!

But then, one day.

A woman came to me.

This is a dangerous woman... no, the most dangerous person I have ever met.

But I am also a dangerous man, so I'm not afraid of her.

Luckily, she didn't want to harm me, she said she saw potential in me and she wanted to give me a gift, in return I would have to burn this world.

Burn this world? Sounds so senseless.

But I accepted, because I felt nothing but pleasure and satisfaction.

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Who am I?

I am... an eternally hungry monster.