**Chapter 1: The Cursed Child**
A night darker than any other.
The wind howled through the village, carrying whispers of fear. In a small, dimly lit house, a woman clutched a newborn in her arms. His crimson eyes stared back at her—**cold, emotionless, void of any feeling.**
The midwife gasped. **"This child… he has no soul."**
His mother refused to believe it. **"He is my son!"** She tried to love him, to hold him close. But the baby never cried. Never reached for her warmth.
His father watched from the corner of the room, unease in his eyes.
The villagers whispered: **"A cursed child has been born."**
From the moment he could walk, the boy did not laugh, did not smile. **He did not seek love, nor companionship.** He simply… existed.
But something burned deep within him—**a hunger for power.**
His parents tried to raise him with kindness. They offered him warmth, stories, dreams of a happy life. **But he did not care.**
At the age of five, he made a choice. **He would become stronger than anyone.**
And so, **his training began.**
**Chapter 2: The Five-Year Ultimate Training**
The boy had no name. The villagers refused to speak it. They only called him **"The Cursed One."**
His parents, despite his coldness, still loved him. They believed **he could be saved.**
On his tenth birthday, his father approached him. **"You need a name."**
The boy looked up.
His mother smiled softly. **"Rael. That will be your name."**
He did not react.
His father placed a hand on his shoulder. **"Remember it. Even if you don't care now, one day you might."**
Rael said nothing. But from that moment on—he had a name.
### **Year 1 - Strength**
At five years old, he began with **basic combat.** He punched trees until his knuckles bled. His father, though distant, saw him training and tried to stop him.
**"You're just a child. You don't need to fight!"**
But the boy did not listen.
Every day, he ran through the forest, climbed mountains, and lifted stones twice his weight. **Pain was irrelevant.**
By the end of the first year, his body was **already surpassing normal children.**
### **Year 2 - Endurance**
The villagers watched as he ran in the rain, trained in the cold, and swam in freezing rivers. He refused food for days to learn how to function without sustenance.
His mother tried to bring him inside, but he pushed her away. **"You are weak."**
She cried, but he **did not care.**
### **Year 3 - Combat Training**
He began fighting. He challenged wolves, bears, even the hunters of the village. **No one could defeat him.**
The village chief finally spoke. **"This child is unnatural."**
He had no teacher, no master—**only instinct and hunger for strength.**
### **Year 4 - The First Kill**
At the age of nine, he faced a rogue warrior who had entered the village. The man was a bandit, a killer, and no one could stop him.
The boy **stepped forward.**
The fight lasted seconds. The bandit's throat was crushed. The boy **had killed for the first time.**
But he felt **nothing.**
The villagers feared him more than ever.
### **Year 5 - The Final Test**
He left the village at ten.
His parents stood at the entrance, watching him go. His mother's eyes were filled with sorrow. His father's expression was unreadable.
**"Rael… will we ever see you again?"**
He did not answer.
He had **no attachments, no regrets.**
Only **his path to power.**
**Chapter 3: The House in the Forest**
For five years, Rael wandered.
He fought, survived, grew stronger. He encountered monsters, bandits, and warriors. None were his equal.
At fifteen years old, he found it—**a massive mansion hidden deep within an uncharted forest.**
He could feel it—**inside, there were enemies. Many of them.**
His blood boiled. **Finally, a real fight.**
He stepped forward, unafraid.
The moment he entered, **they attacked.**
Blades flashed, arrows flew, but he moved **faster.**
His first opponent swung a sword at him—**too slow.**
Rael twisted his body, **ripping the blade from the man's grip and slicing through his throat.**
The others hesitated. **"What is he?!"**
One man—**his power was equal to a hero.**
Rael **grinned.** **"Good. Show me your strength."**
The battle that followed would be **his first true test.**
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## **The Woman in Chains**
As he slaughtered his way through the mansion, he sensed something **deeper within.**
Following the scent of blood, he entered the lowest chamber.
There, chained to the wall, was **a woman.**
She was weak, covered in wounds, but her eyes still burned with **willpower.**
She looked up as he entered. **"Are you here to kill me too?"**
Rael said nothing. He studied her—**she was not human.** Something about her felt… different.
She was **a prisoner, not an enemy.**
Without a word, he **shattered her chains.**
She collapsed into his arms.
For the first time, someone looked at him **not with fear, but gratitude.**
Her voice trembled. **"Who are you?"**
Rael did not answer.
But from that day on—**she followed him.**
And no matter how much he pushed her away, she refused to leave.