I had a bad childhood... Didn't I? I might be rich, and reached one of the highest places in the world, I still have phychological problems. I've tried therapy, but that turned into a horror story for the therapists that heard it.

At least I made sure to turn those two abusers into world-wide criminals, I remember an interview about why I hate pouting "You see, whenever my father said no to my alcoholic gambling addict mother's 'borrowing', she pouted me and started to beat me while complaining about not being loved enough. Why else would I have gotten in martial arts? To kick my mother in the shin, and look where I am now! Top of the world!" It was cut, apearantly talk about child abuse isn't 'PG', children can look at dead bodies. Can't they just accept them hearing about someone getting beaten as a child?

Children aren't as soft as they think, children can live in almost any circumstance as long as they're around 4-5, I'm living proof of that! Ran away from home at 8 because the 'Trusting' horomone ran out, and I got trust issues ever since! I was sold as a male prostotute when I was 4, you get why I never look at women the same way. At least men will not force themselves on me since they have some modicum of pride, the one that tells them 'How can I not get him to do it willingly?, or something.

But I always have to comfirm it, at least in the medieval era I wouldn't need to worry about that, since gay people were extreme closet homo. It would've calmed down my nerves to an extreme degree, the moment I saw someone looking anywhere else than my face I right away went to molestor territory. Till I was old enough to not worry about people wanting me that way, the moment I attained that level of age I could finally relax. I was never handsome, only average with a few scars after the war.

I guess I like children too, I'm just cautious of their destruction. Maybe be a teacher for a day to relieve some boredom, I'm rich enough to ignore shit about liscenses. And I'm well known as a serious pedofilia-phobe, 'cause of my upbringing.

When I was able to escape from my uncurable disease I found myself in a world of mystery, I loved it there. It was a place filled with chaos, but living in a world that is against me is just what I was used to. It was my style, not sitting in a hospital bed for years with nothing else to do except idly scrolling the web. I felt dead like that, I don't like idling in pain. it was worse than torture, at least when you're being totured you could find a way out on your own. It's not an impossible to escape looming threat that slowly catches up to you in the end, but a challenge to overcome.

Age is like a wall unable to be overcome, but it was technically possible to escape like the naked moll rats. But almost impossible to put into practice, a looming guillitine with hope to escape but impossible to actually reach.

I don't know why fantasy creatures came to earth, but I loved the hunt at every moment. I think it was an invasion? I never cared to listen to the why and how, just that I was free. I started a community but wanted freedom so I sacrificed myself for another fakely, I had fun again. I found a sword on the body of one of my prey and played around with it. My martial arts slowly coming back to me, they all weren't 'official', but I made them to beat up my parents before I ran away. It gave fond memories of hot-blooded thoughts, I used stickes to train in it.

I used my fists to punch goblins till death to save durability, and I picked up a dumb kid with talent and acted like an old master, even making my own combat technique in a martial arts style with a name from the heart. About the kid... No idea what her name was, after I felt that she was restricting me instead of entertaining me I threw her into to wilderness to fend for herself.

I again walked along a road of blood shed, I found a group of people I later refered to as the 'idiot brigade'. I saw magic, and I knew I wanted it. I was asked how I made it this far without 'magic power' after I asked about it, I answered with the truth "I killed all that came in my way with every method I could, you see. Unlike kids like you, I've experienced more than a few wars with this old body of mine."

They felt bad for me and told me about the 'status', it was amazing in all truth. It was actually a glorified shop for skills, but it was magical. And it told me why that talented kid do all those things without training and even know what berries weren't poisonous, I was rich to the highest degree.

I right away bought 'Mp stores', 'Meridians', 'body tempering', 'Qi gathering' and 'magic' at the lowest level. There was so much stuff to play with beyond that like 'Gu refinement', 'Fang Yuan impression' or 'ghost taming'. I was feeling same-ey recently and this discovery I felt alive again, I thanked the youngsters and ran out into the world. No longer caring for 'planing' or 'rationality' for the most part and wherever I felt like it.

One day I felt like crossing the sea, so I made a bridge of ice where ever I walked, beating the mutated sealife and sea sepents in the water when I felt like it.

half a decade passed just like that, walking over the sea. But then a giant creature of the sea appeared. One that I couldn't kill, it escaped from me successfully. It already made it worthy of a place as my pet, I hunted it from the surface of the sea. In the end I captured it with difficulty and challenge, it begged for mercy in whatever toung these monsters have and I 'reluctantly' made it my pet.

I rid it with reckless abondon to europe, I enjoyed my time there by becoming the 'ruler of beasts' to the locals. I enjoyed it to the highest degree, ending up with a destroyed afra-euro-asian continent. Not destroyed exactly, but turned to a wasteland without life. That's what happens when you release a monster that is litterally called 'The grand devourer' by the demons, totally worth it though.

One day I shone in a white light and appeared in a totally different world with thousands, if not millions of people. I even saw my old son, it was interesting and I was strong enough to take over without problems, I even saw that talented kid around.

I was proclamed the strongest of my 'Gen' which was number '20987530985790832475265476', pretty big. Anyways, I was set to make a speech without my consent, but I did it anyways.

As such I made a country over a few years, then died from poison after 'dying' at the hands of the idiot brigade. That was sad, not like I really fought against it, it became boring afterall.