The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 66

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66.

Wonyeong’s first memory was inside dark, foul-smelling bars.

Did he have parents?

Probably he did. But whether they died, lost their child, or voluntarily sold him off, Wonyeong didn’t know his parents’ faces.

There were many such children in that place.

Coincidentally, they were all around Wonyeong’s age. In that filthy, dirty detention center, the children caught and ate rats and insects to survive.

Then one day.

“Now then, children. You’ve all suffered so much~! It must have been hard, right?”

Creeak.

A fairy-like woman with pink eyes entered the underground warehouse.

Her appearance was completely different from the old guards who only showed themselves occasionally when distributing barley porridge.

Though Wonyeong had never seen the outside world since birth, he could tell that the blue silk clothes she wore were truly precious. After all, they were so soft and shiny.

“Yes! I’ll set you free! Everyone just wait a little?”

The woman who entered the basement cut through the iron bars confining the group of children without laying a hand on them.

He didn’t know it then, but looking back now, he can’t even guess what level she had reached. At least the existing—even the supreme swordsmen called Cheonha Ojeol cannot manipulate internal energy like a sword.

“Is everyone gathered?”

She looked down at the murmuring children and smiled brightly.

Her bearing was so elegant that one might mistake her for a fairy from the celestial realm that he’d only heard about in stories. However, the chaos that followed was far from such mystical words, even as empty talk.

“From now on, kill each other, begin!”

When the woman waved her hand, the head of a boy right next to Wonyeong flew off.

Blood scattered everywhere. Chunks of flesh mixed with brain matter splattered on his cheek. He reflexively wiped his face with his hand.

Warm.

Blood.

Real blood.

It was the first time in his life he had seen human blood. To be precise, he had seen it before, but this was the first time he recognized the concept of ‘blood’ so clearly. Covered in warm blood and entrails, Wonyeong moved instinctively.

The surrounding children were the same.

The basement instantly became a scene of carnage.

The children were divided into two groups.

Ordinary boys who feared blood, and boys who very naturally began killing their peers with bare hands.

Surprisingly, Wonyeong was the latter.

Born with a strong constitution, he very easily crushed the skulls of his weak peers. Every time he swung his hands and kicked, lives were extinguished in his grasp without even a chance to resist.

Enjoyable.

Enjoyable.

So very enjoyable!

It was such sweet slaughter that he felt like crying from how unfair his life had been, not knowing this joy until now. He instantly killed all the boys, numbering over a hundred.

What remained was a girl whose eyes gleamed like his. That child had also survived by killing all the children around her, but she couldn’t match Wonyeong.

Thud, thud, thud!

After pinning down the girl, Wonyeong picked up a broken skull from a nearby dead child and repeatedly struck her face.

Screams begging for mercy. Agonized wails. Blood splattering in all directions. Then silence.

When the girl’s life signs completely stopped, Wonyeong was finally alone.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Filled with bloodlust and having lost his reason, Wonyeong’s eyes turned to the last remaining woman. Just as he glared at her with beast-like eyes and charged at her.

“This time it’s real?”

Thwack.

A strong blow to the back of his neck made Wonyeong’s balance waver. The shock that shook even his brain made him nauseous.

Retch, gag. Urgh.

With his spinning vision, he braced himself on the ground with both hands and vomited bile.

Step.

The woman, trampling on the dismembered corpses of children, stood before Wonyeong. She spoke with an extremely delighted and languid gaze.

“You really have the Heavenly Killing Star?”

His nape was lifted.

Like a puppy, his feet dangled in the air. Covered in blood and filth, Wonyeong glared at the woman with bright yellow eyes.

Even in this state, the thick fighting spirit and murderous intent still hadn’t disappeared.

“Ahaha! Interesting. How long has it been since such a dopamine event. Hmm?”

The woman who giggled soon threw Wonyeong to the floor.

His head, struck for the second time, wasn’t unharmed. Despite the splitting pain and fading consciousness, Wonyeong blinked his eyes while reaching forward with his hand.

Life. Life. Life.

He wouldn’t be satisfied unless he killed that woman standing there. His instincts whispered so.

“Grow big and strong, little one. Okay?”

The last thing he heard was the woman’s gentle whisper. Wonyeong lost consciousness from the overload on his young body.

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When he came to, it was the same cold floor as always.

But it wasn’t the same basement. The place where he had been was already defiled with blood and flesh, so though there was dust and dried bloodstains, it was definitely a different location.

There he was alone.

Alone.

The children who had sometimes talked to him and played pranks despite the harsh environment where survival was urgent were now gone.

Because he had killed them.

‘I… I did?’

His reason returning belatedly, he realized the consequences of what he had done.

The fear that followed surpassed simple terror of death. Wonyeong grabbed the bars and retched from the overwhelming nausea.

With sounds of retching and gagging, pale blood poured out. It wasn’t even his own blood. It would be the blood of someone he had bitten to death with his teeth.

Realizing this fact, Wonyeong vomited and vomited again until bright yellow bile came out. His head spun round and round. He felt dizzy.

‘What have I done?’

How could such a thing be possible.

A human being.

Even so, a human being.

Though Wonyeong had never been educated by parents or teachers, he instinctively knew that his actions were somehow wrong.

The problem was what came next.

Every few days, humans were brought into the bars where Wonyeong was kept.

First it was an injured person with limbs cut off one by one. The second time it was a large man who charged at him trying to kill him.

It didn’t matter who the opponent was.

Regardless of the opponent’s intentions, goodness, age, or gender.

The moment he saw red blood, Wonyeong lost his reason and killed people. At those times, he seemed like he wasn’t himself.

Slaughter was enjoyable.

Killing others was agonizing.

Someone’s agonized screams were as sweet as celestial music.

When he regained his reason, he writhed in guilt.

But as days passed, Wonyeong’s reason gradually grew fainter. When he could no longer distinguish whether it was really reason, or which side was his true self.

The village burned.

“Makyō, it’s an attack by Makyō!”

“Damn Makyō bastards, why would they attack a peaceful village…!”

The fire that started as a small spark instantly became a massive conflagration that devoured everything. Thanks to this, Wonyeong, who had been in the deepest part of what seemed like an ordinary village—but was actually the heart of the Blood Sect’s den—could see the light of the world for the first time in a long while.

‘So bright.’

It had been over ten years since he’d seen sunlight.

The only light sources he had seen since birth were dim lanterns.

So when he saw the conflagration brightly illuminating the night, he mistook it for the sunlight he’d only heard about.

‘Where is this…?’

He staggered forward.

The supreme masters who had been guarding him under strict surveillance lay dead on the floor.

Splash.

Blood being trampled underfoot.

Wonyeong instinctively searched for signs of the living.

Kill.

Something inside whispered.

Kill. Kill. Kill the living. Kill and take their blood, revel in ecstasy as you tear apart their entrails and crush their skulls. Kill. Kill. Kill! Kill!

-Where are the living?

With staggering steps, yet simultaneously with eyes glowing yellow like a beast, he finally spotted his prey.

He had found it.

‘Ah!’

The burning girl.

A small demon with pale brown eyes.

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