"Useless bastard," a man wearing a lab coat, spoke in a sinister manner as he pointed a syringe filled with green serum at a poor, frail young boy.

The young boy looked extremely skinny, so much so that others could see the outlines of his bones through his skin.

His cheeks were sunken, creating dark shadows on his pale face, and his eyes were surrounded by deep, black circles, showing signs of malnutrition. 

"Just... kill me already, " the frail boy said with a weak voice. But despite his feeble tone, his eyes were still filled with defiance and hatred.

He had been kidnapped and had since undergone numerous inhumane experiments. 

He didn't even know how long he had been in this place—was it a year, a decade, perhaps?

Every day, he went through a lot of painful tests that had already messed up his mind.

It got so bad that he started seeing things that weren't there and sometimes felt better just talking to himself to deal with the pain.

What he endured was something nobody should ever have to go through.

It was brutal. At this point, death might even be better.

"You're just a lab rat, but you still act like that? You must've picked it up from your father," the doctor sneered, mocking the poor boy as he began injecting the serum.

'Another shot?' Reign whispered to himself, his tone devoid of emotion. He'd taken too many drugs already, so this day felt like any other.

He couldn't do anything to stop it, so he stayed quiet as the needle pierced his skin.

The moment it entered his body, he felt a searing heat inside him .

He kept squirming and started to laugh like a maniac, then cry the next moment.

It was as if all his emotions were being pulled to the surface by the serum.

"Is he reacting? Is there any sign of his powers awakening?" one of the doctors asked.

"No, we've tried everything, but there's still no sign," another one replied with a disappointed expression.

"Are you sure this kid is one of the Evil Monarch children?"

"Yes, we're certain. We checked his DNA."

"I think The Evil Monarch's blood is too weak, that's why he's not showing any powers. We need to get the legitimate children," one of them proposed.

"That's a bad idea. His legitimate kids are too strong. Even an army can't catch them. And who wants that crazy monarch coming after us?" someone warned.

"Do we have to settle with this useless bastard, ?" another doctor sneered in contempt.

Despite the drugs in his system, Reign could still hear their hurtful words, although they were muffled. 

'The Evil Monarch, huh? ' he chuckled quietly to himself.

He remembered that name all too clearly. It was a name that struck fear into people's hearts, but he had never imagined that his connection to him would lead him to this.

It all began when he was just 14 years old.

Before his mother passed away, she revealed to him that he was, in fact, the son of the evil monarch and should go to the empire to claim his rightful place.

Initially, he didn't want to go, especially considering The Evil Monarch's infamous reputation for being a tyrant. 

Countless people had endured pain because of his selfishness, but they couldn't speak out against him because they were too weak.

Ultimately, everyone had no choice but to do as he commanded.

However, his mother's last request was for him to meet his father, leaving him with no option but to comply.

But, before he could even reach him, he was abducted by someone who had discovered that he was an illegitimate child.

This was the beginning of his personal hell.

'I hate this world. I hate everyone. There's no justice for the weak,' he muttered to himself, feeling the unfairness of the world.

If he was strong, he wouldn't be subjected to these inhumane experiments.

In the end, only those who were powerful enough to protect themselves could enjoy this game called life. 

But despite the sadness in his heart, he didn't want to show weakness in front of those who had wronged him. 

"You better pray that I don't awaken my powers! I'll massacre everyone of you if my powers kick in! I'll begin by gouging out that eye of yours!" he shouted from his bed, his voice resembling that of a maniac.

"Oh, you're too energetic!" one of the doctors chuckled. "What a fine lab rat. Inject him with a higher dosage until he passes out." 

The other doctors nodded in response and began injecting him with more.

The sensation of pain became more overwhelming, but instead of crying, he started laughing.

"More! More! More!" he screamed with all his strength, attempting to appear strong despite the agony. 

All of a sudden, a sharp pain gripped his heart, and his vision turned fuzzy. He felt like he was about to explode from inside.

"Doctor, he's having a cardiac arrest!"

"We need to save him, or he will die!"

They started to panic, trying desperately to save him.

It was ironic that they were so afraid for him to die, considering what they had done to him.

'Oh, so I'm finally dying? About time, 'he thought with a faint smile. 

At last, he could find some peace.