As they spoke, some people lifted him up. Little Brand struggled with difficulty, but unfortunately, he was undergoing a transformation and had no strength at all.
He could only let these people throw him to the doorway. Seeing that the monster was about to catch up, he put his hands on his head, just like when he was a child, as if he could survive as long as he held his head.
However, things didn't go as planned. He was being torn apart by the monster. It hurt so much. "Dad, Mom, where are you? Why have I never seen you since I was little?" He looked at the sky in despair, as if everything had disappeared. He didn't know how badly he had been bitten. The excruciating pain in his body made it impossible for him to think. His consciousness was gradually fading.
When he woke up again, he found that all the wounds on his body had healed, even the bite wounds.
He walked to a mirror and saw that his cheek, which had been scratched, had completely recovered and was without a single scar.
Later, he heard that this was a superpower. He tried cutting his arm with a sharp object, and it returned to normal in a few breaths.
Was this his own superpower? He then tested his superpower again and found that he could control these zombies and even imprison people in one place.
He always carried a small knife in his hand. The knife was very sharp. He had found it in the kitchen, but because it was so small and hidden in a small cabinet, no one noticed it.
This is a small boning knife. Chefs usually use this knife to cut bones with marrow inside. Many customers love to eat these when stewing them, as it's not easy to do with a large knife.
At that time, Brand didn't have a name yet. People always called him Little Yellow or Little Gold because of his hair color, which sounded like a puppy's name.
Once he realized how powerful he was, he took the boning knife and walked step by step toward the people who had thrown him out.
He reached out and bound them all, as if transparent threads bound them all in place.
When people first saw him, they felt disgust, revulsion, and even cursed him, wondering why he hadn't died or been eaten by those monsters.
Almost everyone in this place has bullied him. Don't think that people at the bottom can be sympathetic to each other; they are just a bunch of vermin hiding in the shadows.
These people are used to acting subservient in public, but they become hostile when someone looks different from them.
From his initial desperate struggle to his eventual numbness, he only hoped that he could get up and go to work smoothly the next day. He wanted to live, and he was willing to accept anything.
Without a trace of expression on his face, he quietly performed surgery on everyone hiding there.
Later, many people begged for forgiveness and apologized to him, saying that they had made mistakes in a moment of confusion. Some wanted to kneel down, but they couldn't.
In the end, Brand seemed not to hear, and he continued to work on them one by one, leaving behind perfect human figures, leaving only a head to keep him alive until he finally died.
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, those people started hurling all sorts of foul language at him, but Brand continued to leisurely begin his masterpiece.
It wasn't until the people outside pushed open the door and came in to see everything that Brand had finished with everyone, and a tall pile of human bones had accumulated beside him.
He looked at the people who had come in, their hands stained with blood, and he was toying with a boning knife, thinking that a big battle was about to begin.
The tall man in the lead said, "Follow me, let's fight our way out."
A simple sentence, each word simple, yet no one had ever said it to him like that before. He murmured softly, "We..."
"Yes, we."
He then followed them all the way to the end, ascended to the throne, and was immediately granted the title of Duke.
After that, he led his men to subdue those smaller forces, and only now has he gained the strength to come to this land that is the only one that can rival them.
He named himself Hubert Brand, a name with a good meaning, suggesting that a glimmer of light still existed in his heart.
Brand experienced all of this in his youth, so even now, he lives cautiously. On the surface, he appears glamorous and carefree, but in reality, he came from the darkest depths of society. How could he not know what those who strive for success are thinking?
However, he won't meddle in other people's business, nor will he flaunt his kindness.
Brand recalled the Eastern woman he had met during their first encounter; she wore distinctive clothing and was equally breathtakingly beautiful.
But she is very powerful, so she probably hasn't experienced what I went through.
He stared blankly at the distant sea, wondering if those ugly things would never happen if he lived on this land.
He had read about this country in a newspaper he found; it was peaceful and united, and no one would dislike living here.
He had longed for it, but unfortunately there was no God to save him; he had to rely entirely on himself.
He sipped the sweet fruit juice, which was once his most longed-for drink. He remembered finding a leftover bottle in a garbage dump, which he drank completely, not a drop left. At that time, he thought it was the best thing he had ever eaten.
The sweet taste flowed down my throat and into my body; it was so sweet, it felt like discovering a new world.
However, he no longer needed those things. He looked at the empty fruit juice he had drunk. He had tried many kinds, but this was still his favorite, with a hint of sourness.
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