Chapter 11: Life 17, Age 16, Martial Disciple 1
I opened my eyes. I was kneeling in the courtyard surrounded by children.
My mind was processing everything.
The memories from my last life had not faded, but they were… different. Separate, maybe. It was like everything from my last life had been put together in something like a computer folder and compressed. The memories were still accessible, but they were a layer removed. I felt like the original me, not the me at 90 years old. At least, I thought I did.
Then, I began thinking about everything that had just happened. I willingly threw myself into torture. I was happy about being tortured. I wanted it. I wanted to be tortured for that bastard Rudy.
In front of the crowd, like always, was a middle-aged man. I looked at him.
It was Su YuanFei.
Rage filled me. Rage at everything that had happened over eight long decades. Rage at this damn clan and everything it stood for. One way, I could try to become a warrior and be brutally murdered time and time again. Another path led to eternal enslavement.
Oh, I know, I could invest everything to become a valued and hard-working member of the clan.
Fuck that! Fuck this clan!