My name is Feng Yuhuai.

I’m 18 years old this year.

I am a freshman in the Martial Arts special class at the Eighth Academy in Zone 9.

Unlike my useless brother, I have been gifted since childhood, displaying intelligence and comprehension far beyond others. Although I couldn’t be tested as a child, my Martial Arts Root Bone aptitude is definitely exceptional.

Father and mother think the same, and my useless brother must be resentful.

But it doesn’t matter, because he’s a loser~

The feelings of a loser are like the squeaking of mice in the sewers, weak and unnecessary. He has no voice in this family.

The best path for him is to end his worthless student life early, go out to work, earn a meager wage to support the family, and use his remaining dim light to provide for me, the genius sister.

In return, someday in the future, when I truly look down on all beings from the clouds, I might let a few scraps fall through my fingers for him to eat.

Not too much, after all, losers eating too much is a waste of food.

This is not what I say; it’s a saying my father often repeats, and I deeply agree.

Every time father says this, his gaze would seemingly inadvertently sweep over my brother, while my brother’s head would lower further, almost reaching into his bowl.

And I would straighten my back, feeling the intense emotional value brought by this statement.

Besides this, father has another saying, branded into my soul like a mark.

—— Yuhuai is the hope of our entire family.

I have always firmly believed this as well.

My father is named Feng Ju, an ordinary constable in the Patrol Office.

He has some talent, but not much, yet much better than my useless brother, at least enough to support me through university.

In return, if one day I can "ascend" to Upper City, I am willing to take my father there with me.

Yes, father’s greatest dream is to go to Upper City, to breathe the sweet air of Upper City.

This dream is like a seed, planted by his own hands into the depths of my heart, then growing wildly.

I too am desperate to breathe that legendary sweet air, eager for the day I stand atop those colorful "butts" directly above us.

For this, I have always worked hard, not only diligently practicing Martial Arts but also carefully maintaining my persona.

I am pure, sweet, excellent, winning the affection of all classmates and teachers.

Like a skilled actor, I play a flawless role on the stage called "Bright."

This is also the "wisdom of survival" my father taught me.

I do it very well, and I enjoy it.

Originally, I thought I would always enjoy it, then step by step "ascend" to Upper City, and shine brightly on a more resplendent stage with my talent and effort.

I have always been so unwavering, but it seems Destiny played a huge joke on me, and instead of Bright, came...

Where did the initial turning point begin?

I can’t quite remember either.

Maybe it started when I walked into that black clinic, or maybe when father gave me that Elixir, or perhaps from when father lost his arm.

Or possibly when my useless brother moved out, thus being targeted by the black clinic?

I don’t know.

I really don’t know.

Perhaps much earlier, the seeds of all change had already been quietly planted in the darkness.

I don’t have time to trace the origin anymore, because the change came too quickly, too unexpectedly.

I "assimilated" Yazhi!

She was my best friend, with a bright smile and warm palms. We once slept in the same bed and sweated side by side on the Martial Arts field.

But can you blame me?

I was too lonely and cold, I just wanted someone to accompany me.

And Yazhi was my favorite confidante, I really wanted to be with her forever.

I am very sad, I am really very sad.

I am unwilling to face all this, even more unwilling to admit that I have become a monster.

My intelligence reached its peak at that moment, cleaning the scene, forging traces, laying all the blame perfectly on [Mask].

At that time, I didn’t know that [Mask] was a monster even more terrifying than me, and he would later become entangled with me.

I feared him immensely, but at the same time, a pathological worship grew in my fear.

His power made me both scared and infatuated.

I understand that I am beyond saved.

After that, I became increasingly ravenous.

The hunger, deep to the marrow, like maggots gnawing at bones, came each time more fiercely.

Eventually, I "assimilated" Xiaojuan, my other confidante.

Unlike the time with Yazhi, guilt melted and was devoured by a much more turbulent, primitive feeling of satisfaction like a thin layer of ice.

I began to enjoy the process of assimilation.

Enjoy the thrill of power filling my body, enjoy the nearly eternal intimate bond brought by the fusion of flesh and blood.

Looking at Xiaojuan’s terrified eyes gradually losing their luster, my sense of guilt strangely diminished.

Because I know, they are with me forever, in a way more direct and complete than blood ties, a bond more closely linked than family.

I created this bond.

Zhang Liyou witnessed this scene, she can’t understand me, and I don’t blame her.

I don’t fear her reporting me, because my father was promoted to captain of the Patrol Office.

In her eyes, Father is my greatest shield.

I cannot judge whether her thoughts are correct, but I am willing to influence her with love.