Proudly clutching a few flowers, Pigshit’s steps became light and lively. He knew his mother loved these flowers, although he never asked why and didn’t know any other details about them. The only thing he remembered was that whenever his mother wore these flowers, she would smile at him and give him a gentle hug. For Pigshit, these flowers were a bridge to happiness, which was one of the reasons he loved them so much.
Lost in beautiful memories, Pigshit suddenly raised his head and stared intently towards the village entrance. His ugly face, wrinkled in an alert expression, seemed to sense something.
He caught a whiff of his mother’s scent, mixed with the peculiar aroma of medicinal herbs and a smell he usually detested—the same smell as when the butcher slaughtered animals.
Pigshit immediately rushed toward the source. All the joyous feelings from a moment ago were instantly buried as he detected a strong, pungent odor—was it the smell of blood?
‘Why is there a smell of blood? Why is there a smell of blood? Why is there a smell of blood?’ Pigshit repeated these questions in his mind, trying to prevent himself from speculating in a negative direction.
He ran faster and faster until he saw his mother’s figure. His mother was grappling with a starving wolf at the village entrance. There was a gaping, bloody hole in her abdomen, with black-red chunks, possibly organs, hanging from it. Her left hand was completely gone, and fresh blood sprayed all over the woman’s body. She struggled with a bloody and blurry body to break free from the wolf’s mouth, but the wolf was still firmly biting her ankle, trying to drag her into the forest!
“Yi, ahh, ahhhhhhhhhh!” Pigshit let out a roar that shook the entire sky, rushing forward to pry open the wolf’s mouth. The wolf bit Pigshit’s arm in return, but Pigshit wasn’t afraid at all. His anger erased all traces of human rationality. Having seen the terrifying scene of a young person in the village bitten to death and consumed by a wolf, leaving only a head, he didn’t want his mother to end up like that, absolutely not.
Pigshit forcefully brought down the wolf, pouncing on it and biting its neck with his sharp teeth, tearing and biting deeper with each attempt. The scalding wolf blood splattered on his face and collar as the wolf’s claws scratched his face during a fierce struggle. It even opened up his long-collapsed empty eye socket. However, Pigshit continued to bite relentlessly until the wolf trembled uncontrollably, emitted a mournful cry, and finally slumped weakly.
The wolf was thus bitten to death by the frenzied Pigshit. However, he did not lose his rationality due to his first act of killing. Pigshit spat out the wolf’s fur from his mouth, rushed to his mother’s side, but she remained motionless. Her eyes rolled back, staring blankly, and a large puddle of blood and saliva flowed from her mouth. There was no heartbeat or breath in her body.
‘Something’s not right, is it? Mother has only been bitten a little, and so much is still intact. Why isn’t she moving? This doesn’t count as being dead, because her body is still warm, right? Clearly, it’s not considered dead, but… possibly, just possibly… dead?’
Pigshit held his mother tightly. ‘I’ve already killed the wolf, right? And her body is still warm, right? Why isn’t she moving? Why isn’t she moving? This doesn’t seem right. Is she dead? Just possibly dead? But her body is still warm. Is she dead? Dead? Dead? Dead…?’
‘Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Dead? Mother, she… she’s dead?’
“Ah, ah, ahhhhhh…”
Pigshit’s eyes began to sting again, just like last time, no, it was even more painful than last time. This time, even his chest hurt, but he couldn’t spare a moment to think about how much pain he was in. He didn’t want his mother to die, only thinking about whether there was any way to keep her from dying.
“Quick, something seems to be happening!”
“What’s going on? Could it be demons?”
“No, no, it seems to be a wolf!”
Footsteps and commotion from the villagers were heard from afar.
Pigshit had a sudden idea: ‘Right, the villagers can definitely help mother recover, they must! Even if I get beaten, spat on, or covered in filth, I’ll definitely ask the villagers to save mother!’
“Yaaaah! Pigshit, he… Pigshit killed his mother!” The villager who ran to the scene first screamed.
Huh?
Suddenly, all the villagers surrounded him. Before Pigshit could even plead, his head was hit square with a stone.
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“Go get weapons! Hurry!”
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“P-please listen, I—I need to save my mom, save her, save her…”
Unfortunately, no one heard what Pigshit was saying. They all thought he must be begging for mercy.
“The oil is here, hurry!”
“Save her, save her!”
“Faster, be careful, he might attack you.”
“Save her, save her, save her!”
“Then hurry up with the fire, let’s burn him alive.”
“Save her!”
Suddenly, a bucket of viscous, dark yellow liquid was splashed onto Pigshit. He immediately shielded his mother’s body with his own, preventing the liquid from touching her. Unaware of what it was, he didn’t care as long as the villagers were willing to save his mother.
“Save her, save my mom, save… Ahhhh!” The villagers threw a handful of fire at him, and the flames engulfed his entire body. He screamed, not because of the fire on him but because it reached his mother.
“Mom, mom, mom, mom!” He desperately tried to extinguish the flames on his mother’s body with his hands, but the fiery tongues heartlessly devoured her.
Pigshit was now ablaze, emitting the stench of burning limbs, burning his beloved mother, burning a simple and kind-hearted monster.
“Fire, water, I need water, save her, save my mom, save my mom… Cough, ugh!” Pigshit suddenly convulsed; he felt something protruding from his chest. It was a sharp wooden spear that had pierced through his body.
It hurt a lot, driving him almost insane, but Pigshit thought it didn’t matter as long as they saved his mom.
“Die, monster!”
Hearing this, Pigshit felt relieved. The villagers were talking to him, not to his mother. That meant they would save her. He thought arrogantly.
That’s good, just like his mother always told him, as long as Pigshit could stay alive, it was enough. He felt the same – as long as his mother could stay alive, it was enough.
In the end, Pigshit lost consciousness, feeling like he could never open his heavy eyelids again. His only regret was the cluster of flowers tightly held in his hand, the flowers he couldn’t give to his mother.
He clutched the flowers tightly, desperately hoping they wouldn’t burn, even if he crushed them. He just wished that one day, he could personally place these flowers in his mother’s hands.
—
“Hey, wake up.”
Feeling someone kick his shoulder, the voice seemed distant.
“Get up, don’t make me waste an eyeball for nothing.” Another kick, and he finally opened his eyes to a surrounding whiteness.
His vision was still blurry, but the voice was clear. A male voice, quite pleasant.
“Guh…” His head felt heavy, and he instinctively rubbed his eyes and temples, discovering strands of soft, purple hair hanging by his face.
“Are you awake?” The person kicked him again, and the accumulated snow on him fell off with a gentle sway. He lifted his head to look at the person.
—
Is… a god?
—
As if emerging from the deepest and coldest darkness, the pitch-black man possessed a handsome face, and that extraordinarily otherworldly beauty seemed capable of stealing even one’s soul. The man stood with his hands on his hips, uninterestedly glancing down at him. He covered his right eye with one hand, and it was apparent that fresh blood was flowing from his eye socket.
“Your eyes, blood…” he stammered incoherently.
Whose blood? Who was covered in blood? Right, wasn’t he holding something in his hands? What was it?
“Tsk, your stuttering is annoying,” the man impatiently wiped his blood-streaked face and, removing his hand, revealed empty eye sockets without eyeballs.
“Eyes, eyes!” he exclaimed in shock, taking a step back.
“What’s so terrifying about it? It’ll regenerate in a bit. Besides, this eyeball is in your possession,” the man replied irritably.
In my possession? Who am I?
“I am… what? What are you?” he asked.
“To actually ask me that… strictly speaking, you are now a member of the demon race, and I am your king,” the black-haired man replied. As he spoke, his eyeballs had somehow already filled the empty eye sockets. His restored eyes were a clear dawn color.
“As for my name…” What was my name? It seemed like there was one, but he couldn’t remember. No impressions at all.
“You even need to ask me about that? Figure it out yourself, or just go die,” the man crossed his arms, increasingly displeased, and muttered under his breath, “I was hoping this time I might be able to raise a sacred beast as a second pet.”
Then, with a sigh, the man began to explain: “Speaking of which, I probably caused you trouble. I happened to pass by and saw a charred corpse, never expected it to be the body of a sacred beast. So, I immediately resurrected you. I don’t know where things went wrong, but during the resurrection process, you unexpectedly turned into a member of the demon race.”
While flying, the Demon King coincidentally discovered the corpse of a sacred beast. Without a second thought, he placed an eyeball into the right eye socket of the charred corpse, infused it with the Demon King’s power, intending to resurrect the sacred beast. Originally, he wanted to bring it back to the Demon King’s castle after resurrecting it, being able to raise a mythical species as a pet made the Demon King quite pleased, even though the original appearance of the corpse was not very likable. However, it never occurred to him that during the resurrection of the holy beast, it would transform into a completely different form, changing from an ugly, humanoid holy beast into a beautiful demon.
The Demon King thought, perhaps the power within him was too strong, thus affecting the original power of the holy beast. After all, the corpse of the holy beast he had just seen didn’t seem to have a very pure bloodline.
Regardless, turning into a demon held no value at all, and the Demon King felt very disappointed with this outcome.
“After all, it was resurrected with my power, so I should bear some responsibility. I’m currently looking for a pet nanny. Would you like to try it?” The Demon King, feeling a bit guilty for turning a majestic rare holy beast into an ordinary demon, decided to inquire with the purple-haired demon sitting in the snow.
Every demon is absolutely loyal to the Demon King, so if he has become a demon, there would be no opposition to the Demon King’s invitation. On the contrary, he would feel delighted. However, the purple-haired demon sitting in the snow had a blank mind and couldn’t answer the Demon King’s question at the moment. He always felt like there was something very sad, but he couldn’t recall what it was.
“If you’re not interested, forget it. I don’t expect a demon without even a name to become one of my subordinates.” Seeing no response from him, the Demon King couldn’t be bothered to deal with him anymore. Leaving the demon behind, he turned around, and a pair of skeletal wings extended with a “shah” sound, instantly soaring into the sky.
──You are now a demon, and I am your king.
──I don’t expect a demon without even a name to become one of my subordinates.
The purple-haired demon finally processed the words of the Demon King. His rusted mind, which had been stagnant for a long time, started to contemplate.
“Name… Yes, I need a name. And then, I must submit myself to that person because I am a demon, and he is my king.”
“I am a demon, proud, noble, and powerful demon.”
A resolute voice echoed in his heart. Was that his own voice?
“Proud, noble, powerful demon.”
As if under a hypnotic spell, the voice kept repeating this sentence, preventing him from recalling the source of the inexplicable sadness he felt earlier. That emotion seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
He stood up and realized he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Could a dignified demon look like this?
He found a nearby impoverished village, speculating that there might be clothes there that he could use for the time being. He killed everyone he encountered, for some reason, he just wanted to do so, and it was also a way to test his abilities. His attributes belonged to the lightning system, and purple fluorescence arrogantly circled his fingertips.
“A pet caretaker? Hmph, too vulgar. If it’s a title like an aide, I would be more willing.” He had already decided what he should do; he would go to meet that demon king again and become his aide.
And… he needed to come up with a name for himself. As for what name to choose, he could figure it out before he met the Demon King again.
The purple-haired demon finally felt an unfamiliar sensation in his palm. Upon closer inspection, he found a flattened, tightly adhered purple mass in his hand. Due to the recent actions, this object had detached from his hand.
The texture of the object was quite dry. He picked it up and rubbed it, and purple crumbs fell, somewhat resembling flower petals. However, he didn’t care about what it was at all and casually threw it away, letting it fall into the snowdrifts of the late winter.
It looked like a giant teardrop, carrying all the sadness, melting into the deep snow, disappearing without a trace.
ZIYUAN MY BABY OH NOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭
Oh this novel is going to leave me in tears for sure!!
Man I was procrastinating with reading this chapter so much because I was so sad 😭
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Ziyuan….😭😭😭
Ziyuan! 😭😭😭 he deserves so much better!!!