Looking at the time, it was time for a servant to come to check up on him.
He remembered what happened today. His head was bandaged because his younger cousin pushed him down the stairs which wasn't covered by a carpet. His head was injured and bled.
He remembered his injury was more severe than this. His hair was shaved to stitch up his wounds and he broke his left arm.
Could it be, that the string of fate was burnt until the time around the time he fell? If so, it was possible that his half-demonized soul entered his body and protected his body.
He unwrapped the bandage and saw a stitched injury on his forehead. His half-demonized soul already contained demonic power and could heal this kind of injury in almost an instant. But of course, he wouldn't do that.
A sinister smile bloomed on his face as his eyes flickered with red light, and he clearly saw it in the mirror. He quickly covered his mouth.
Goodness, that was one unspeakable expression. He had to make sure nobody would ever see it starting from now.
He sat back on his bed while retracting his demonic energy that was shielding the room and also isolated the sound inside. After playing with it for a while he put the isolation back on. It was very easy to control like it was an extension of his body.
His lord said that his demonic power was at the mid-level of a half-demon. It showed how much wrath he accumulated because normally, after giving the wrath required to The Devil, the human would only have enough wrath to be turned into a low-level demonic power.
Not to mention, some of it was also used up to burn the string of fate. His lord said that it was because his soul couldn't contain it and so they went rampage without any container. The result was, it would attack the target of the soul's wrath and burn it.
But because his target of wrath at that time was the god, who was impossible to burn, the wrath went to the next best choice. The string of fate of this world.
In a sense, it was quite incredible. But although it was a rare occurrence, there were similar cases in the past.
And demonic power could be upgraded. The requirement was…
Lixue covered his mouth and sighed after a while. He almost smiled again.
A few minutes later, the door was opened. According to common etiquette, the servant should've knocked first, but who cared about that in front of Lixue?
The servant brought with her a bowl of porridge and a bottle of ointment. Her face looked annoyed because she lost the bet with her colleagues and be the one who needed to do the task of giving dinner to Lixue.
She saw that Lixue was still unconscious and clicked her tongue. She should've not come here. She could be serving the first lord right now. What a waste of time!
She put the porridge on the desk. It was too watery and already cold. Even looking at it could dampen one's appetized.
She looked down at the ointment on her hand and smiled wickedly. This was an ointment from the first lord, and she was given a task to apply it to Lixue.
She went to the bed and was about to touch the bandage on Lixue's head when she suddenly paused. No, she was paused. Something cold touched her wrist and was now tightly wrapping around her wrist. It was very cold that the pain seeped into her bone.
"What–?"
Before she could react, another chilling sensation wrapped her waist and yanked her away from the bed.
"AAHH!!" the servant screamed in horror.
The servant was now floating in mid-air. Her waist, wrists, and ankles were wrapped with bone-chilling force, yet she couldn't see what it was.
"AHH!! AH!! HELP! A ghost! There's a ghost!!" the servant shouted for help.
She knew there was a guard not far in the hallway. He should hear her scream. Yet, a minute passed and there was no movement outside.
The invisible force suddenly moved. It manipulated her hand to open the ointment bottle. She tried to resist, but the force was too strong.
The ointment cap fell down. The force poured the ointment into one of her hands. The next thing that happened made her panic.
The force moved her hand smeared with the ointment closing onto her face.
"No!! Help!! Someone help!!"
The servant screamed in panic as she struggled to held back her hand to prevent it to move closer to her face. She looked down at the sleeping Lixue and anxiously called out.
"Bastard! Wake up! I know you can hear me!! Help me!!"
Lixue, of course, wouldn't respond because he was still 'unconscious'.
The hand moved closer at a constant speed. She realized it was aiming for her eyes and she tried to shut it close. But the force didn't let her and forced her eyes wide open.
She watched in panic, fear, and dread as her own hand slowly reached her eyes. It gave her a worse feeling than if it was done by others or her hand just immediately shoved into her eyes.
She tried to struggle desperately. She tried to move her face away, tried to shut her eyes, tried to pull her hand away, tried to move her other hand to stop her. But it was futile.
When her fingers touched her eyeballs, she instantly screamed her lung out.
"AAHHHHH!!!!"
It hurts!
It burns!!
It itches!!
The fingers didn't move forward anymore but rubbed her eyeballs as if treating an injury. The servant screamed and struggled mid-air. Her hands twitched as she wanted to scratch out her eyeballs from the itch while her whole body seizure from the pain.
Her other hand moved and poured out the ointment into her wide-opened mouth.
Instantly, she felt excruciating pain as her throat felt like it was on fire. The restrain on her hand slightly loosened and she madly scratched her throat until her nail dug deep and bled. Not long after, she coughed out blood from the poisoning effect.
A few minutes later, the guard in the hallway saw the servant left the room towards the opposite direction with the empty bowl. He didn't particularly care whether it was her or Lixue who ate it. He looked away and continued his job feeling bored.
Lixue looked at the closed door with a smile. He hummed a tune as he opened his closet to pick a change of clothes.
In his past life, he was awake at this time. That servant gave him that unpalatable porridge and said that there was an ointment from the doctor that needed to be applied on his injury.
That ointment, if applied to wounds, would cause an extreme burning and itching sensation. It would also cause inflammation to the wound in the after-effect. It doesn't have any healing effect at all. Mind that his wounds were mainly on his head.
That servant let him scratch and ruined the stitches before tying his hands and left. Even after washing his head with cold water almost all day long, the ointment only completely washed away on the third day, and his hair started to grow only after 3 months later.
And at that 3 months, he was still forced to go to school with his bald inflamed head full of stitches. The whole school called him a monster and threw him with rocks. Both students and teachers looked at him with disgust and disdain.
Lixue changed into a white loose shirt with a high ruffled collar. His exquisite round shoulder was exposed with the sleeves started from the middle of his upper arm and were semi-transparent. A blood-red ribbon decorated his collar with a small pretty gem at the center. He wore black high-waist dress pants that were slim-cut, highlighting his slender and beautifully curved legs. Lastly, he wore black leather ankle boots with a small heel on the back.
All of these were, obviously, women's clothing. But there was no sense of dissonance.
His older cousin ordered the servants to take away all of his men's clothing from the king and changed it to women's clothing to humiliate him. The only men clothing he had was the school uniform.
Lixue combed back his hair with his gloved hand and looked at himself in the mirror. He was made aware painfully in his past life how poisonous his face was. It attracted both lust and hate. When men saw him, it would make them want to taint him with their desire. When women saw him, it would give them a sense of crisis.
There was no love. No tender feelings.
But he didn't hate his face. It was the only thing left that he could remember his family by. And now, it was a big advantage in his plan for revenge.