Chapter 7 Rage and Madness

At the tender age of one year, I had the unique experience of being introduced to a three-year-old red young prince. This little royal was none other than the firstborn son of the ruling red demon king and his majestic queen, known for their power and influence in the realm.

I was the firstborn to my sires and royal as well, so we were not much different in that sense.

With a touch, I was bound to him, though that's an oversimplification.

As a newcomer to this world, I was still grappling with my surroundings. Truthfully, I would have chosen not to bond with him, but it was the will of the blood and the shell.

As though fate had intervened.

While it didn't reflect my true self, I occupied this form, and it was mine all the same.

In my previous life, even though humans held the title of the dominant species and existed in a transient period of relative peace, they had managed to create a myriad of diverse entertainment options and cultivate rich cultures that they aimed to pass down to future generations. We enjoyed a remarkable level of prosperity, with our population surpassing twelve billion, as we dared to dream and aimed for the stars, embarking on journeys into space. Yet, despite these aspirations, our advancements in space exploration were minimal before my untimely death.

While we progressed and evolved, other living beings faced dire circumstances. A significant number of plant species became extinct, and the populations of animals dwindled, leading to a critical scarcity in our environments, both on land and in space. My family was a noble family, able to trace their generation back to fifteen hundred years but unfortunately both my parents were single children. I was the last.

If I knew better, I think I would have changed things, like gutt that brother a little earlier.

Ultimately, upon reflection, my conclusion is that we lived too comfortably, but the days were never devoid of challenges. The adopted brother had one job and he messed that up for an outside.

Heh.

What did he say? oh, right; 'She saved me, I owe her. She is delicate and needs my help.'

I was so shocked that I felt dizzy. Over and over I had tried to tell him that she was not normal, but what did I get?

'Sister, stop being wilful.'

Over time my brother turned against me-

I shook my head, I should not remember those things, he is dead now and unworthy of being in my memory.

My parents though, I missed them.

My mother who was a face controller taught me patiently the benefit of having a man with both muscles and face. My father taught me how to defend myself and escape almost any situation.

Despite this close bond, I carried a recessive gene that set me apart, resulting in skin and hair that differed from his, although we shared strikingly similar eyes and basic facial features. My physique was curvy, characterized by a small waist, flared hips, elongated legs, full breasts, and a heart-shaped face, I looked so much like my mother it is a pity she could not see me become an adult in the end.

Life unfolded smoothly until my brother encountered a woman who changed everything. The depth of my dislike for her was unfathomable; I couldn't comprehend why these feelings of animosity surged within me or why I found myself wishing her harm, even though my actions never aligned with those desires. Despite my inner turmoil, I begrudgingly accepted my brother's affection for her and inwardly wished their relationship well, all the while feeling the slow ache of betrayal and heartache within me. The Creator was aware of my turbulent emotions, and though I did my utmost to hold myself back from acting on my violent impulses, the world around us grew more merciless every day. My brother, who once treated me like a treasured jewel, began to turn against me in cruel ways, all in the name of someone he had known for a mere handful of months. As they mocked and jeered at me, I sank deeper into despair, finding myself at a breaking point, ultimately lashing out in a fit of rage. As I left the scene, my hands stained with blood, I caught the words of my brother echoing in my ears: "She is my sister; I hope you weren't too much." The statement perplexed me, as he had always been my staunch protector.

"Young Master Chu, they are my friends; they will never be too much," a voice I recognized responded, slicing through my haze of fury. I stepped forth, eyes landing on my brother, who remained transfixed on that woman now lying in a lifeless heap, while she looked back at me with wide eyes, filled with shock and horror.

(Host, the heroine exhibits signs of dark transformation; it seems she is not quite normal.)

(It's of no concern to us, system; he treasures me and loves only me; everything will be alright.)

Host?

System?

As I stood in the shadows, trying to piece together my emotions, I realized that, regardless of our nation's technological and cultural advancements, the painful truth remained apparent: he was, in fact, deeply infatuated with her.

Heh.

It appears that both must perish.

(WARNING; WARNING!)

With newfound fury surging through me, I acted with a speed that bewildered even myself, swiftly decapitating the woman and discarding her severed head like a discarded piece of refuse. My brother's expression remained hauntingly fixated on her lifeless form, and blood erupted around us in a torrential spray, reminiscent of a grotesque fountain. The torment etched upon his features struck deep into my heart, threatening to tear me apart from within, but none of it mattered now-he was a dead man in my eyes, the very one I had cherished so deeply, now foolishly devoted to another. What purpose did life hold for me any longer?

Rage and madness, it was extremely hard to separate the two.

In the end, we entered that darkness together, seeking to cleanse ourselves of this suffering and wipe the slate clean, only to find myself awakening in this unfamiliar new body, the remnants of our past life echoing in the recesses of my consciousness.