In a countryside vige of the Ch Kingdom, nestled far from the battlefield and overlooking the vast expanse of the southern ocean, a boy entered the world, with his baby cries ringing through the small hut.


    The vige was a serene and idyllic ce, with lush green fields stretching as far as the eye could see, and the rhythmic sound of crashing waves serving as a constant backdrop to the vigers'' lives.


    Born into the humble family of poor farmers, the boy''s parents, a hardworking couple, made the best of their meager resources. The father toiled in the fields, cultivating crops in borrowednd, while the mother dedicated herself to managing the household chores. Despite their poverty, their hearts overflowed with love and joy upon the arrival of their newborn child.


    Their simple existence revolved around two modest meals a day, which, though frugal, provided them with sustenance and contentment. The couple found sce in each other''spany, cherishing the small blessings life had bestowed upon them. Their smiles radiated warmth and happiness, as they reveled in the newfound joy of parenthood.


    However, fate has a cruel way of interjecting into even the most blissful of lives. The Ch Kingdom was struck by an unforgiving drought that persisted for three long years. The once-abundant harvests dwindled, pushing the kingdom to the brink of crisis. The foolish king, unsure of how to resolve the predicament, turned to neighboring kingdoms in a desperate plea for assistance.


    Though aid was granted, it came at a great cost. The Ch Kingdom found itself buried under an insurmountable mountain of debt, rued in its name. Cornered and left with no other options, the king resorted to increasing taxes, cing a heavy burden upon the already impoverished popce.


    Yet, the increased taxes failed to alleviate the kingdom''s mounting financial woes. The interest on the debt continued to umte, reaching unprecedented levels within a year. And when the debt burden of the Ch Kingdom reached its peak, a cataclysmic event ensued.


    The Mauryan Empire, the very entity that had purportedly extended its helping hand to the Ch Kingdom, dered war, alleging that the debt could no longer be repaid.


    The battlefield erupted in chaos, with the Ch forces gradually realizing the Machiavellian schemes of the Mauryan Empire. In a fit of rage, the Ch king unleashed his wrath upon the Mauryan army, inflicting heavy casualties and momentarily shifting the tide of battle in his favor.


    That is until one of the two dukes of the Mauryan Empire, Leopold Von Rozental, one among the ten strongest heavens of the eastern continent showed up on the battlefield.


    His presence alone turned the tide of the war. The conflict ground to a standstill, with both sides locked in a merciless struggle, their swords shing and bodies falling.


    Remarkably, amid the cacophony of battle, the mes of war failed to reach the peaceful countryside vige where the farmer couple and their newborn child resided. Sheltered from the horrors of conflict, they continued their simple existence, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon. The verdant fields embraced them, providing a sanctuary amidst the chaos beyond their peaceful borders.


    Whether the Ch Kingdom emerged victorious or the Mauryan Empire prevailed, the farmer couple knew that their lives would remain rtively unchanged. Plowing the fields and cultivating crops would continue to be their daily routine, a steadfast anchor in the ever-shifting tides of destiny. <novelsnext>I think you should take a look at </novelsnext>


    However, their tranquility was abruptly shattered when a colossal fleet, bearing the g of the Mauryan Empire, anchored at the shores of the Ch Kingdom. The unguarded side of the kingdom, vulnerable and defenseless, was brutally exposed to the merciless onught of the invaders. The soldiers on the fleet, devoid ofpassion, showed no discrimination between soldiers and peasants, mercilessly ughtering all in their path, plunging the once-thriving vige into an abyss of bloodshed and despair.


    Tragically, the farmer couple, along with their fellow vigers, met a gruesome end at the hands of the ruthless soldiers. The newborn child, with a cloth tied tightly around his mouth, miraculously survived, forced to bear witness to the horrifying spectacle of his parents'' ughter. At just four years old, the scene etched itself into the depths of his consciousness, a memory that would forever haunt him.


    Silent tears streamed down the child''s face, muffled by the cloth that obscured his cries. Amidst the chaos and devastation, his parents''st words echoed in his mind like a bittersweet refrain, promising eternal presence in a world devoid of their physical embrace: "We will always be with you."


    The Mauryan fleet, under themand of the Primrose family, left nothing but scorched earth and broken spirits in their wake as they pressed forward. The once-thriving vige,y reduced to ruins, its legacy and memories carried away by the wind.


    For two agonizing days, the young boy found refuge within a barrel, his tears flowing incessantly, blending with the rain that bathed the remnants of his shattered world. On the third day, when he emerged from his hiding ce, hope proved elusive, as he fell into the clutches of bandits who piged the remnants of the vige.


    Dragged away to their hideout, concealed deep within the far reaches of the mountains, the boy''s life descended into a relentless cycle of servitude and hardship. From menial tasks such as cleaning and cooking, to backbreakingbor like washing their soiled garments and gathering firewood, he bore the weight of their demands, silently enduring the burdens ced upon him. Survival necessitated cunning, as he learned to exploit the weaknesses of others, honing his survival instincts in a world that showed him no mercy.


    Life in the bandits''ir was an unrelenting struggle, but the young boy''s heart burned with an unwavering desire for revenge. His spirit, forged by hardship and nurtured by the mes of vengeance, remained unyielding. Each passing day stoked the fire within him, propelling him forward in his quest for retribution.


    Then, one fateful day, an enigmatic figure appeared in the bandits'' hideout—an old man radiating an aura of unparalleled strength. With a single stroke of his de, he cleaved through the bandits'' hideout, reducing it to a fractured ruin.


    Unlike the soldiers who hadid waste to the vige, this old man possessed a discerning eye, sparing those who deserved mercy and directing his wrath solely at the leader of the bandits.


    It was unknown what the boy felt from that old man but he rushed toward the old man, prostrating himself before him, and beseeched, "Please, make me strong like you."


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