The destruction

The more you walk, the more you will feel.

(Ahem, this chapter is a bit offensive and disgusting, you don't have to read it if you don't want to. This chapter is to pave the way for the later Daozi, revealing the dark side of the collapsed world. The novel I wrote is not entirely about changing the imperfections of the collapsed world.)

On Dusk Street, a girl squatted on the ground in ragged clothes, and others avoided her. On the notorious Dusk Street, no one had any bad thoughts about the girl.

This girl was hated and feared by everyone on Dusk Street. The girl's father often abused his mother, and he accidentally beat her mother to death during a domestic violence. Her mother protected her until her death.

The girl didn't understand why the warm family had become like this. Her father became bloodthirsty and liked gambling. He often abused her and her mother, and even beat her mother to death.

After her mother died, her father seemed to have lost his outlet and had evil thoughts about the girl. Every time he came back from gambling, if he lost money, he would beat and scold the girl, imprison her, beat her violently, and vent his lust.

If he won money, he would let her out of the room and give her a chance to escape, but how could a girl with handcuffs on her feet run away? So this opportunity, rather than an opportunity, is a hopeless hunting game. The girl who escapes has no hope, but the hunter who is chasing is bound to win.

However, even if she failed many times, the girl would still run away. What if she escaped? Escape from this dirty place and live well were the last words the girl's mother said to the girl before she died.

The girl's father seemed to like the feeling of chasing. Hearing the sound of the bell on the girl's neck and the footsteps of the girl's anxious escape, the girl's father would be extremely excited.

When the girl was about to escape to the gate, the girl's father grabbed her hair, as if strangling the girl's hope, and once again strangled the girl's desire for freedom in the cradle.

The girl's father suddenly pulled her hair. Because she hadn't combed her hair for a long time, the tearing feeling made the always strong girl's eyes full of crystal, but the strong girl still didn't cry out.

The girl didn't cry out, which made her father furious. He pulled the girl's hair, dragged her into the house, threw her violently, and treated the girl violently.

The girl didn't make a sound, because she knew that if she made a sound, it would only make this birth more excited. Only by not making any sound could this birth lose interest.

However, because the girl was happy with this person who couldn't even be called a birth, he even rented the girl out like a commodity, enjoying the benefits brought to him by the girl every day.

Until one day, the girl was appreciated by God. The girl's resentment made God feel happy. God gave her power, but did not let her get all the power, because she was just a chess piece that God played by chance.

Then, the girl returned home and used this power to tear out her father's tendons and bones, and killed all those who had been full of malice towards her.

Finally, she was reduced to the streets. No one was willing to touch the girl, and no one dared to approach her. Because she was chosen by God, the girl did not even have the right to commit suicide, and ordinary weapons could not even break the girl's defense.

Until one day, a ray of light sprinkled into the girl's world and pulled her out of the abyss. However, how could the girl chosen by God be free? That beam of light came too late...