Chapter 10: Memories of Truth - Jex's Slum and Lopkinnf's Tragedies
Lopkinnf stood at the edge of an abandoned concrete field, the view of Jex's slum stretching out before him like a faded painting, full of ruins and lost hopes. The warm afternoon breeze caressed his face, but he did not feel its gentle touch. His thoughts were far away, wandering through memories that he tried to forget, but that seemed to haunt him with every step.
Jex's slum, with its narrow alleys and crumbling walls, was the reflection of everything he wanted to leave behind. An invisible prison of misery and pain, but at the same time, a cruel mirror of his past. There, among the dirty faces and bodies tired from the daily struggle for survival, Lopkinnf could not escape his darkest thoughts.
The memory of his parents haunted him, like a persistent echo of tragedy. His real parents, not the ones he had known in the elite, but the ordinary men and women who had given him life, were buried deep within his soul, in those corners of his mind that he tried to keep locked away. But here, in the slums of Jex, the walls of repression began to crumble, and the memories emerged with overwhelming force. He remembered his mother, not the cold and severe woman of the elite, but a simple woman, full of hope, who fought tooth and nail to raise her son amid the chaos of a country in ruins. She was not the owner of a sharp and manipulative gaze, but a woman of blood and sweat, who had given everything she had to try to give her son a better life. She had taught him to be resilient, to not let himself be knocked down by difficulties, to see beyond the immediate pain. His father, on the other hand, was not the distant and impassive man of his childhood, but a man marked by the hard life of the favela, who tried in vain to protect his family from the clutches of a cruel world. His father never had the easy answers that the elite offered, but he had a heart that beat strong, always searching for a way out, a way to escape the pain that surrounded him. He had died too soon, a victim of a system that gave no chance to the weak.
But it was the death of his parents that truly transformed him. When they died, swallowed up by the poverty and violence that plagued the favela, Lopkinnf was left alone, orphaned of everything, with an immense void inside him. The tragedy of their loss was the beginning of his metamorphosis. Jex's world, with all its contradictions and cruelties, had shaped him to be something more. To be stronger, more ruthless. He could no longer be the frail, helpless boy who had lost his parents; he had to be something new, something greater.
But as the memories of his childhood came flooding back, the pain of loss became more acute. He felt the weight of the responsibility his parents had placed on him, a weight he could never carry alone. Their tragedy, the way they had been swallowed up by the system, the corruption that had destroyed them… all of it was embedded deep within his mind, like a wound that would never heal.
As the sun began to set, dyeing the sky orange and red, Lopkinnf felt the pressure of his memories become unbearable. He turned away, anger and sadness mixing within him, the hunger for power becoming more ferocious than ever. The slums of Jex, for all its decay, were merely a reflection of a system he hated, a system that had killed his parents and destroyed his hopes.
Now, he was determined to change all that. He would no longer be the victim. He would no longer be the orphan with no future. With the ghosts of his parents haunting him, Lopkinnf knew he had no choice but to move forward. He had to become stronger, more ruthless. He had to take control. The tragedy of his childhood, the loss of his parents, the pain Jex's country had inflicted on him… all of it would become his weapon. He would use every memory, every bit of pain, to forge the future he desired. Jex would be his, and no one would ever suffer as he had. The slums, with their filth and misery, would be a symbol of his rise. Lopkinnf's rise. With a heavy heart, but a mind more resolute than ever, he took the first step toward transforming the nightmare he had lived in into a reality where he alone would determine the fate of others. The tragedy of his childhood had shaped him. And now, he would use it to build an empire.