Extraordinary pedigree

Chapter 636 Flower of Blood and Bone Blood Plague VII

Chapter 63 Blood Plague VII

When the fourth sword bearer of the Kingdom of Heaven said, "You are more in need of love than I thought," his mind flashed with the personal notes about William Ned.

——Ned's Diary——

My name is William Ned, and I was born in a poor town in a frontier state.

My father George and mother Mary are both addicted to alcohol, and the smell of alcohol permeates the house all year round.

As their only child, I have been treated with indifference and violence since I was a child.

……

I still remember that when I was very young, the house was always full of quarrels and beatings. Father George's daily schedule is inseparable from the bottle of wine. He often gets drunk and starts to lose his temper when he returns home. Although mother Mary works part-time in a restaurant, she can't escape the temptation of alcohol.

Every time they drink, the house becomes a battlefield.

Once, I was only five years old, sitting on the floor of the living room playing with the building blocks that were discarded by the children of the neighbors.

Father George came back from outside, his face flushed and his eyes blurred, obviously drunk again.

He walked into the living room, took a look at the building blocks scattered on the floor, and his face immediately became gloomy.

"What are you doing?" He shouted loudly, and put the bottle heavily on the table, making a loud noise.

I was so scared that I didn't dare to move, and looked up at him timidly.

"I'm playing with building blocks, Dad." I answered in a low voice with a tremor in my voice.

He came over, grabbed my arm, and lifted me up from the ground.

"How many times have I told you not to throw things on the ground!"

He roared and threw me to the wall. My back hit the wall heavily, and I almost fainted from the pain.

I fell to the ground, tears blurred my vision, but I didn't dare to cry out loud.

Mother Mary was in the kitchen at the time. She came over after hearing the noise, but she didn't comfort me. She just looked at me coldly, then turned back to the kitchen and continued to do her things.

What I read from her eyes was not care, but indifference and boredom.

…………

Such things happened frequently in my childhood.

Father George always got mad at me for the slightest thing, and used his fists and belt to punish me.

He didn't care how much pain I felt, nor how scared I was.

Mother Mary never resisted, but just endured silently, and sometimes even helped him when he got angry.

Once, my father got mad after drinking because he couldn't find his wallet and thought I had stolen his wine money.

He turned the whole house upside down in a rage, and finally found the wallet he had forgotten in the crack of the sofa.

He didn't apologize to me, but just glared at me fiercely, and then pushed me to the ground.

I was bruised and swollen, and my heart was full of anger and...confusion.

[They didn't love me, why did they give birth to me {The handwriting was full of scribbling, twisted, and the paper was full of wrinkles because of too much force}]

Later, I found the answer:

They don't deserve to be my parents!

……

These early memories are like nightmares that can't be erased. The indifference and violence at home made me understand at a very young age that no one in this world would love and protect me unconditionally. The bond of blood is nothing more than an endless bondage and source of pain in my eyes.

During those dark days, I often prayed silently in my heart, hoping that one day I could escape from this home, this place full of violence and indifference.

I dreamed that one day I could break the shackles of blood and live a life no longer shrouded in pain and fear.

…

As I grew older, I gradually realized that the indifference and violence at home had become a norm.

One evening, my father George came home drunk again. As soon as he entered the door, he saw me doing homework at the dining table, and his eyes immediately became angry.

"What are you doing, you little bastard?" He said as he walked over and swept my homework book to the ground.

"I'm doing homework, Dad." I answered in a low voice, trying not to anger him.

"Doing homework? What's the use of you? What do you think you can change?" He laughed, then grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and drank it hard.

At this time, my mother Mary came in, saw the homework book on the ground, and said coldly: "You have made a mess at home. There is not even a quiet place."

I felt helpless, but I was used to my mother's indifference.

[She never stood by my side when my father was angry. Instead, she often watched coldly and even vented her emotions to me when my father was not around {this is a repeated sentence that appears many times in the notes}. 】

Such violence and indifference made me feel completely desperate.

I began to avoid them and try to reduce the time I spent at home.

After school, I would go directly to the library in town and go home until dark. That was my only refuge. Only in the world of books could I find a little comfort.

In the library, my favorite book is "The Origin of Family..."

The future society described in it fascinated me!

Every time I was beaten all over by my father or ridiculed by my mother, I would say to myself silently in my heart:

"William, you must escape and must surpass all this."

This became my only belief, supporting me through those dark days.

The indifference and violence at home filled me with hatred and despair towards blood ties.

I long to break this shackles and create a future that is no longer bound by blood.

…

Due to my family's poverty, I always wore shabby clothes and often had bruises on my body, which made me an outlier and a laughing stock in the eyes of my classmates.

I remember one morning when the weather was very cold, I walked into the classroom wearing the old coat my mother gave me.

There were several holes in the coat, which made it look particularly shabby. As soon as the classmates saw me, they started whispering and laughing.

"Look, what is he wearing? He looks like a beggar!" A boy laughed loudly, and other students also followed suit.

I lowered my head, tried to ignore their ridicule, and silently walked to my seat.

"Hahaha, look how stupid he is!" the boy laughed, and other students also laughed.

I held back my tears, quickly got up, packed my books and stationery, and sat back down.

The teacher walked into the classroom and saw this scene, but he simply said a few words: "Don't bully your classmates, study hard." Then he started teaching.

…

When I was 17 years old, I finally made up my mind to leave that violent and indifferent home.

I escaped from the Border State to the Bluegrass State.

This decision became a turning point in my life and completely changed my destiny.

Because I met him...

Collinius P. Bodefe II.

He introduced me to the Inner Temple Awakening.

With his help, I successfully entered a university in the Bluegrass State.

…

"William Ned, where do you think human happiness lies?" Birdfield II asked me.

I answered without thinking: "Break the negative shackles brought by blood and create a world without abuse and neglect. Every child can grow up in an environment full of love and support, and have equal opportunities for development, no longer because of blood." relationship and suffer.”

"William Ned, how will we deal with genetic gifts and injustice?" Bode Fei II asked again.

"..."

I looked at Bade Fei II and was silent for a long time.

"You don't know the answer, but because you know it, when you seize the opportunity, your ideas change.

So you, but one quarter of an ear.

Holding the rib of Osiris and the arrow of the bone worm, whatever you do after that, it will become a ring of the border. He may be the lord of blood, or he may be the full father of human beings, but he can forge borders, and you can do whatever you want. "

"Desire is the measure of all things, don't be bound by the reins of morality; do what you want, and treat the people you want."

After Bo Defei II finished speaking, I silently took the object he handed over, and then I couldn't help but ask:

"For you, what is the happiness of mankind that you pursue?"

"Human happiness means being enlightened, knowing one's destiny, knowing what position one is suitable for and which one should pursue it..."

Bodefei II said:

"On the border of blood and bones, I will build a paradise for mankind."

I have somewhat understood the existence of the border. It will be a world where genes determine everything.

The enlightened person is always happy.

…

After graduating from college, I successfully joined a top biomedical research team.

With my outstanding performance in gene editing and blood research, I have been highly praised by my leaders and colleagues.

However, only I know that the deep hatred and hatred of blood in my heart have been pushing me towards the path of enlightenment in my heart.

I want to break the shackles of blood!

Although it seemed to outsiders that I had successfully escaped that hellish home, the scars never healed.

I can’t forget those years of abuse and indifference, and I can’t forgive my parents for what they did to me.

…

One cold night, I returned to the home that made me miserable.

As soon as they opened the door, the familiar smell of alcohol hit their nostrils. Father George and mother Mary were still intoxicated in their own world as usual.

I stood there with mixed emotions welling up in my heart, including hatred and an indescribable... emptiness.

“This is your life,” I thought to myself. “It never changes and there’s never an ounce of regret.”

I walked over to my father, and he looked at me drunkenly, with a look of disdain on his face.

"What are you doing back here?" he asked vaguely.

I didn't answer, I just took out the bottle containing Swindon's blood from my pocket and stared at him coldly.

He seemed to sense something was wrong and struggled to get up, but it was too late.

I quickly injected the fluid into his vein, and his eyes instantly opened wide with fear and consternation.

"You...what are you doing?" he asked tremblingly.

"You'll know." I replied coldly.

Mother Mary also woke up at this moment and screamed in horror when she saw this scene.

I didn't give her any chance and injected Swindon's blood into her body as well.

She struggled harder, but soon her body began to stiffen and her eyes became dull.

Over the next few hours, I watched their reactions closely.

Swinton's blood quickly spreads within their bodies, taking control of their central nervous systems.

Their expressions gradually became hollow, as if they had lost their souls.

I felt a thrill of revenge, and finally, they tasted the pain.

However, as time went by, the joy in my heart gradually faded and was replaced by a deep emptiness and confusion.

I looked at my parents who were being controlled. Their bodies were like puppets, completely losing their will.

"Can you...can you hug me?"

They came to me sluggishly, stretched out their hands, and hugged me tightly.

I...seemed...crying?

Why?

Why cry?

My revenge did not bring the expected satisfaction, but instead plunged me deeper into loneliness and despair.

"Is this what I want?" I asked myself.

I suddenly understood that even if I took revenge on my parents, the pain of those years could not be erased.

I felt like I was surrounded by endless darkness from which I could not escape.

I sat alone in the basement, looking at my parents' bodies controlled by Swindon's blood, and tears fell silently again.

After revenge, my heart became empty.

The pain and hatred are still there, just in a different form.

…

{This is written before the diary and is also the first page of the diary}

Today is Christmas Eve.

A rare smile of joy appeared on the mother's face, as if the boss paid extra money to his employees today.

And I received the first gift since birth, this notebook.

This is the first gift my mother gave me.

Moreover, another incident happened today. The home of the wealthy Mrs. Serena in the next block was robbed, and a hole was smashed out of the floor-to-ceiling window of their home.

When the police arrived at Mrs. Serena's home, the thief had already run away.

Therefore, police officers from nearby neighborhoods came to nearby neighborhoods today to ask nearby residents if they had witnessed the thieves.

The police soon arrived at my home.

It was rare for my father not to drink today.

When questioned by the police, he answered all the questions with a slightly stiff expression.

Of course, due to regular drinking, his facial expressions have long lost normal control.

He is not a very close person, and basically cannot recognize his own set of facial expressions.

In my eyes, my father’s expression was full of holes.

The police did not notice anything unusual about my father. They questioned everyone, including me, impartially.

They asked me if I had seen the thief.

I subconsciously looked back at my father.

His pupils showed nervousness.

Yes, that thief is the father.

This is not what I guessed, this is what I saw.

Because I, who was in charge of delivering milk part-time at the time, saw my father running out from the direction of Mrs. Serena’s house with a bag full of broken glass.

He also commandeered my work bicycle at the time.

My father knew that the police would come today, so he didn't drink because he was afraid that when he was drunk, he would tell the truth that he would regret.

When faced with the police’s questions, I responded calmly:

"No."

The father breathed a sigh of relief out of sight of the police.

Later, the police left.

It was rare that my father and mother did not quarrel, and we spent the quietest Christmas Eve together in history.

After the meal, my father also gave me a gift.

That's a pen - a Parker 51 pen.

This kind of pen and this kind of gift are very inconsistent with the financial level of a father who does not have a serious job.

I know where the pen comes from.

However, I still happily took over the Parker 51 pen.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that the gifts given by the two of them today matched very well.

Pen and notebook...