Grey Genocide

I was still young at that time, but if I think back now, that was probably the reason I started training like a madman. Head mother was the one that picked me off the streets, giving me a steamed bun. After that, she took care of me, taught me how to read and write, scolded me and taught me manners.

I didn’t want to become a King; I just wanted vengeance. I just wanted to be strong enough to kill the ones responsible for the death of the person that took care of me… that loved me. It’s never as simple as that though. It turned out that the ones responsible for killing the orphanage head caretaker, along with other leader figures of the various orphanages, was the military from another country.

I realized that no matter how powerful an individual is he’s still just one person. I needed authority along with my power. Becoming a King then served its purpose. The first thing I did when I was appointed King was destroying that country. I bloodied my hands with the corpses of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and millions all together. The cruel thing, though, is that no matter what kind of revenge is taken, it doesn’t change what happened to her. She still died an unjust death.