The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

The boy was lonely.

“Intelligence” had no childhood memories.

I don't know why I don't have a memory of that period myself, I can't remember it, and even though I tried to talk to my step-parents, I was teased, and I could never get to the answer.

And he was... clever by the time he was unusual.

It was unusual, unusual, heterogeneous and, above all, foreign.

In my newly entered kindergarten, I was always lonely.

The orchards neglected me somewhere, and the teacher kept me away from that too much wit.

If I can talk at all, I'll move in with my parents' transfer, and another start from scratch in New Heaven and Earth.

Over and over again.

That's what I repeated them so badly that I didn't have a single digit and I couldn't make friends as a single person until I ended up in elementary school.

Did you make a good friend? Kindergarten? '

My mother-in-law used to hear that.

That's why he cursed and resented from the bottom of his heart his parents, who keep transferring inside, his brain-weather personality, and something unusual within himself.

But I am a kindergartner. I can't even live without these hateful, hateful, helpless parents. They're just kids.

So he desperately takes care of himself, deceives (...), and returns it to his mother.

"Ugh! It's so much fun! '.

The boy was happy.

“Wild” was born in a small settlement.

The race is demonic.

The settlement was inhabited by various races, even giants, fairies and, at the end of the day, legendary celestial demons in the people, beasts and dwarves.

He had no parents.

Most of the people who live in the settlement do not know their flesh parents, and what they call their parents are their in-laws - raised parents with no blood connection.

Often there is also a grudge caused by it, but each time we have reconciled and admitted to each other.

Still, he had a family.

First of all, my sister... is a demonic girl with purple hair.

He wanted to protect his sister more than anything, more than anyone else, even if anything happened.

In addition to his sister, he was close to the sister and brother of the Tendemon tribe, and I often remember making fun of that Tendemon sister for making fun of him for saying, 'You're a number, not a name,' and every time I remember being mad at my sister.

Everything looks brilliant and every day is fun and I can't help it.

Such “wildness” once said to a friend:

'I wish every day like this would go on forever!'.

The environment surrounding “intelligence” did not change a thing when it came to elementary school.

Smart, too smart, I guess everything.

Who thinks what. What do you think inside? What are you doing back there? And what emotions are they pointing at now?

Knowing all of them, he thought this in his heart as he went up from kindergarten to elementary school.

"Is there a smart guy in elementary school? '.

For him, the people around him thought, were doing, they were all too low.

It was inefficient, unproductive and unrealistic.

That's why I ask them every time to the smartest looking adult, but every time they looked disgusted, they pulled their cheeks together and laughed, let alone kept them away.

Incompetence. Worthless. Meaningless.

It was as if they were made to gather together more. It was only hell for “intelligence," and it also seemed like a prison built to break its own wings.

That's why he expects elementary school.

─ ─ I saw further hell.

What the hell is this?

He saw there too low a level and despaired.

I still know when it comes to academic achievement. Because elementary school is where you learn this important foundation.

But... what is the habit of these low-intelligence people?

It's still acceptable until every first to third grade.

However, bullying spreads throughout the class if it is a higher grade than fourth grade, bringing together the weak and weak, and relentlessly cracking the promising golden eggs in the future with a number of violence. And the faculty who are supposed to help them don't look.

─ ─ That's exactly, for him, hell itself. It depresses me to think that I'm going to spend six years here.

"Nobody and he, this world is just a fucking hoard"

He abandoned others in a world so cruel and ugly.

The environment around “wild” turned one day into the environment.

If you wake up, your hands and feet are tied, and your mouth is bitten by a monkey.

Somewhere dark and narrow - when he realized he was trapped in something like a coffin - he accidentally gave himself up to fear.

They think he's dead and he's cremated.

As soon as he got to the idea, he rammed around in a rampage.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, someone, anyone, help me.

I kept screaming like that in a gutter voice but there was no response from the outside, just vibrations like they were being carried across the coffin.

How much time would have passed.

I was tired of the noise, my throat withered, my body screamed, and the odor was stuck inside the coffin because of so much fear incontinence.

-Death.

The word began to come to mind firmly, and the spirit began to unbearably destroy it.

─ ─ That was the time.

Suddenly, the door of the coffin opens and the light just floods into the boy's eyes, who hadn't seen the light for a long time.

"Ugh......, this place is......"

He wakes up Yuruyul and his upper body and looks around with those eyes accustomed to the darkness.

─ ─ -There was a church that regarded the Demons as heretics.

"Hih!?

There is only one religion that exists on this continent: “Miragli", with the god of accepting petitions (Curse Eye) Mirag as its main god.

The teaching is just radical.

All non-human races are considered heretical, and among them, vampires and demons are considered the 'masters of demons' in association with demons, vampires and demon kings.

So they were found, but at the end of the day, they were followed until they were slain. And if they don't, they even kidnap their loved ones with tangled hands. I mean, they're bastards and idiots.

And if those people were to take away the devil's son...

Experiment One, your name is Alpha from today.

From that day on, his hell began.

Years after that, "intelligence” lived in high school.

My hatred for my parents disappeared a long time ago, and I was contacted the other day that my parents had died in a car accident.

I cried for the first time in my life and a few days after I spilled my tears.

He was now in progress and in hospital with a general fracture.

As he turned his gaze to the neighbor with a sigh mix, there was a tense person there who snapped his own body into a bokki-boki, and she looked at him with pleasure and distorted her mouth.

"Hmm, it still feels like you were chosen by heaven to be my compatriot, the so-called hazy man of the world." I see. This is interesting. '

"Ugh, I skipped school every day to get to this hospital room. What, you like me? Are you in love?

"Shall I introduce you to a good mental hospital?

'Hey, can you not worry with your face like you saw something pathetic?

Whatever he says, let's not ask - sigh when he sees the “sage”.

─ ─ I've been looking for him, but a smart guy means he's as weird as I am. I totally forgot.

He thought so in his heart, as if he had read it. She opened her mouth.

'I see, the fact that you've been looking for me means you're either that or some kid friend I met a long time ago. Not in my memory, but this seems to be a reunion of fate. "

'No, I'm not. I mean, I don't know about you, but how did you know what I was thinking?

When he said that, she naturally slapped herself in the head with a ton of fingers and told him this.

"Easy, I'll keep an ancient legacy (magic item) in my big library to reverse detect and recognize your brain waves."

"Enough, say it plainly."

"I implanted your brain-reading machine in my head."

"You're not stupid!?

She was - - one of a large number of others who had once expected, lost sight of, and abandoned in disdain.

And she is a monster of “intelligence” equal to him, above all, a great idiot far above him.

─ ─ It was his first friend.

Then for a few years, it was just hell.

Discipline is correctly determined every day from the time of waking up to the time of bedtime, and the body is stifled every time by the researchers' endeavors.

Hate and although the other person did not leave a wound on his body because he was a researcher who did not like to leave a wound on his body, he was cut open in the stomach without even being given drugs, cracked open his skull and his brain, and implanted with every 'force' in his body.

─ ─ ─ Of course there were failures.

A lot of intense pain ran on my body several times, I was annoyed by vomiting, and my only pleasure was the observation room named Lots of prepared playrooms, two rices on the day they were served there.

A thin flavoured soup in moldy black bread with vegetables full of heart.

Compared to the food in his hometown, this stuff is just leftovers, but he still eats them to live.

─ ─ I kept living for help that would soon come.

But no help came, and years went by.

The hair that was purple is now more gray than ever before, and the body is small for lack of nutrition or age.

He perceived and distanced himself visibly from the powerful by the “wildness” and artificial “power” that dwelled in him, and acted as if he could not escape without compromising his opponent's deadline.

His power had risen to a considerable point, although combat training was the only thing left to do.

─ ─ But instead he lost something.

"Help is not coming."

I waited a few years. But no one came for help.

It is a true representation of a fact - the fact that he was abandoned - which gradually and surely eroded his mind.

'Nobody here can believe it. Those who believed they were family didn't come to help either. All you can count on is your own efforts and your own force.

That's how he squeals and looks up out the window.

In the night sky, there was a great three sun moon.

The boy grew up - two boys, each with “intelligence” and “wildness” - and each followed a different path.

A vampire who has abandoned others and can no longer trust anyone but himself.

A modified human being who has been abandoned by others and can no longer be trusted except himself.

The “intelligence” that started in hell now grabs happiness.

The "wildness” that began with happiness is now in hell.

I'm not sure what will happen in my life, not just when or at any time the status quo will collapse, not even my beliefs will collapse.

The only thing I can say is...

─ ─ In any case, what they see is not so far into the future.