Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Hard Childhood
Lopkinnf's earliest memories were painted in shades of misery and despair. Born in the heart of Jex, the most corrupt and infamous country in the world of Hujo, he grew up surrounded by chaos, where crime and greed were not anomalies—they were the rule. For as long as he could remember, Lopkinnf had seen his parents struggle in the shadow of a society that preyed on the weak and glorified the wicked.
Jex was a nation built on lies, a dystopia veiled behind the pretense of progress. To the world outside, it was a country of opportunity. To those inside, it was a cesspool of decay. The government was a puppet show orchestrated by the wealthy, where officials paid lip service to justice while their hands were buried deep in the pockets of criminals. In Jex, prisons were revolving doors; murderers, rapists, and thieves walked free after a handful of years. Hospitals were graveyards in disguise, run by doctors more interested in their monthly paychecks than in the lives they were supposed to save.
To Lopkinnf, life was a constant reminder of the twisted social hierarchy that plagued Jex. The rich viewed the poor with disdain, as though poverty was a disease to be avoided rather than a result of the system they perpetuated. The wealthy sat atop gilded thrones, reveling in their ill-gotten gains, while the impoverished were left to rot in crime-infested slums.
Lopkinnf's family lived in the depths of this rot, their home a crumbling shack with leaking ceilings and walls that seemed to weep with hopelessness. His father, a laborer, spent his days breaking his back for a pittance, only to see most of his earnings stolen by corrupt officials. His mother, once a bright and hopeful woman, had become a shell of herself, worn down by endless worry over whether they would have enough to eat or survive another day in this cruel world.
But what enraged Lopkinnf the most wasn't just the poverty—it was the way people like his parents were treated. To the elites, they were nothing more than insects, insignificant and expendable. He had witnessed firsthand the way the rich laughed in their mansions while children starved in the streets. Worse yet, the poor turned on one another in their desperation, creating an endless cycle of betrayal and suffering.
Lopkinnf's hatred for Jex grew with every passing year. He despised the criminals who paraded as celebrities, idolized for their violent lifestyles, and the influencers who flaunted wealth stolen from the weak. Even more, he loathed the system that allowed this corruption to flourish unchecked.
From a young age, Lopkinnf vowed to change this. He didn't yet know how, but he knew one thing: Jex was a disease, and he would find a cure—even if it meant becoming something darker than the system itself.