Chapter 122: The Humble Ones

A family member has passed away, and I have been quite busy lately. I hope everyone will understand...

After the Wolf Child entered the Dead Prisoner's Paradise, his central nervous system was forcibly severed. From that point on, he was subjected to deep, relentless slaughter. No matter how many wounds his body sustained, he felt no pain, which pushed his lupine instincts to the extreme, reducing him entirely to a killing tool.

Whenever the "Dead Prisoner's Festival" arrived and the metal container holding the Wolf Child was opened, an intensely thick aura of slaughter would permeate the air, followed by the clanging of chains. Dian Shao, with all four limbs shackled and eyes burning crimson, would emerge. The moment the iron chains were unfastened, he would transform into a blur, charging into the crowd. Amidst countless piercing screams and splashing blood, the movements of the now deranged Dian Shao would gradually stiffen, and the scene would begin to dissolve.

Looking at Dian Shao’s emotionless, murderous face, the last shred of his humanity had been exhausted by the massacre. He was like a Grim Reaper who had slaughtered all life; there was no humanity left at all.

The scene shifted once more to a bustling small town. Night had fallen, the moon hung low, and the evening breeze painted the earth in shades of silence and sorrow. In a corner of the city, a young man was calling out energetically, trying to curry favor.

"Selling insurance, sir, would you like to buy some insurance?"
"Go away!"
"Ma'am, do you need insurance?"
"Excuse me, don't block the way!"
"Hello, please, buy a policy."
"Get lost!"

After being rebuffed time and again, the young man remained stubbornly optimistic. Finally, he was so hungry he could barely walk. He hadn't sold a single policy in days; he was penniless, his pockets cleaner than his face, and even getting a meal had become a problem.

Yet, the young man kept a stiff smile plastered on his face. His feet felt light from exhaustion. He looked around, watching as wealthy men surrounded by beautiful women drove past in luxury cars, moving between indulgence and excess. He, however, could only stand outside those luxury vehicles, staring at the dark, polished windows, catching a glimpse of his own desolate figure—and his own, utterly numb... happy smile.

Why was there such a vast disparity in human fate? Some were born with silver spoons in their mouths, blessed by heaven, able to do whatever they pleased. Others had to scramble for their livelihoods, day after day, struggling with all their might in the cracks of life, never seeing the light of day.

Why... why did he have to stand before the capital of those who flaunted their wealth, judging himself so humbly, and judging himself so... willingly?

It seemed he had completely accepted his wretched fate. He was destined to sink like this, unnoticed, unappreciated, unaccepted, and perhaps, even undiscovered. He was like a grain of sand—either washed onto the crest of a wave or instantly swallowed by the depths, leaving no trace behind.

So lonely, so solitary, so sorrowful.

Perhaps even if he died, he wouldn't bring the slightest change to this world. No one would care, no one would think of him, making his death completely worthless.

He felt so unwilling to accept this. Why was his life so miserable? Even though he fought with all his might, all he got in return was endless debt, the physical and mental exhaustion of constant running, and the helpless sorrow of seeing his loved ones depart one by one...

As he walked, the young man found himself in front of the town hospital. He noticed that the hospital was recruiting healthy sperm donors and offering a financial subsidy.

Seeing the end of the notice, his eyes lit up, temporarily forgetting his boundless sorrow. It seemed he wouldn't have to go hungry today.

In truth, he had another motive: to leave something behind in this world. He had absolutely no ability to start a family or raise children, which meant he was destined to grow old alone. He had passed through this life in such a hurry, yet he couldn't leave anything behind.

But now, it was different. Wealthy people could help him fulfill this wish, and he could ease his current financial straits. It was killing two birds with one stone.

After a long wait, the medical results finally came back: Good.
Good!!

The young man felt an instant, overwhelming sense of excitement. This might be the first time in his life he had been recognized and praised!

As if he had taken a stimulant, he rushed into the donation room. Facing himself in the mirror, he began to stir.

Mu You watched the young man in the mirror—a completely unfamiliar face—but if he wasn't mistaken, after Nuonuo, Funian, and Dian Shao, this young man must be the pre-transformation You Ba.

Watching You Ba doing what every man does, Mu You felt no shyness. Instead, a sense of pity began to spread. He could feel that for You Ba, this wasn't just about physical pleasure; it was, to a greater extent, a spiritual gratification. He was enjoying the thrill of being noticed and approved of.

When You Ba walked out of the room feeling refreshed, he didn't know that on the other side of the mirror in the collection room, a middle-aged couple had been observing the entire process with cold, calculating eyes. Before it was even half over, they both shook their heads.

The reason was simple: they would not use the genetic material of an inferior person to conceive their child. They did not want their offspring’s destiny to be tainted by any lowly luck.

You Ba was exactly that—an inferior person, humble to the extreme.

When You Ba received his final report and saw the two bright red characters "VOID" stamped on it, he felt as if struck by lightning. It was like this again! He... had been rejected again. Even for something like this, he was rejected. Why? He refused to accept it!

But the doctor's meaning was simple: the other party didn't want him.

Endless rage surged from the bottom of You Ba's heart. He crumpled the report in his hand, then let it go. What did anger matter? What did unwillingness matter? Even if he tore the heavens apart, what would it change?!

Dazed and distraught, You Ba walked across a pedestrian crossing, when suddenly, a speeding train came hurtling toward him!