You Call This A D-Level Ability?

My name is Qu Yi.

When I was five years old, both my parents died in accidents.

Because I was too young at the time, even the appearance of my parents is blurry to me now.

According to police, they were both former astronomers.

That day they were on a mountain road, preparing to investigate a meteorite crash site.

As a result, while driving, a girl suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the car.

In order not to hit each other, my father twisted the steering wheel hard, but he fell down the mountain road and both his mother and I died.

The video function of their driving recorder happened to be broken. The police used the recording function to determine the situation based on the two people's shouts.

But during the subsequent investigation, it was found that no girl appeared on that mountain road at all.

Because of this ridiculous reason, they passed away and left me alone in this world.

After police investigation and interviews with many media.

At only five years old, I seemed to have become the hot spot in the city all of a sudden.

Countless people felt sorry for my situation and, under the guidance of someone who claimed to be "my relative", began to voluntarily donate money to me.

There are even many self-media claims on the Internet that they are looking for someone to adopt me and find a new family for me.

Three months later, another hot news item emerged.

The media, which had continuously reported on my situation, seemed to have forgotten about me and rushed to report on new incidents.

Almost all the "goodwill" that people showed up was transferred within a few days, and no one continued to pay attention to my situation.

Those self-media that said they wanted to find someone to adopt me have no follow-up, as if I was just a tool for them to gain popularity.

The person who claimed to be my "relative" also disappeared from the Internet.

To date, I have not received a cent of the money donated to me.

Just after these ridiculous three months, the government followed procedures and sent me to an orphanage.

I will never forget the name of this orphanage: [Tianjiang Orphanage]

From the day I stepped into the orphanage.

My nightmare began.

When the government staff sent me to the orphanage, a fat man with a fat head, big ears and a rosy complexion came to greet me.

According to the communication between the staff and him, I roughly know that he is the director of this orphanage and a relatively famous philanthropist in Jiangcheng, named Chu Sheng.

He was chatting with the staff aside, and for some reason, he suddenly thrust an envelope into the staff's hands.

The staff member was still evading it with a serious face, and even scolded the dean a few times.

But I don’t know what the dean said.

The staff member became silent after seeing the contents inside.

He took the envelope and left. Before leaving, he told me to live a good life here.

I can leave when someone is willing to adopt me, or when I am ten years old.

But I found out later.

There is no such thing as adoption in this orphanage.

This is a cage, and we are all traded objects locked in the cage.

On the first day of admission, the dean called everyone out to welcome me.

Each of them had a smile on their face, looking very enthusiastic and bright.

But I don't know why. I just feel that these smiles are very fake, as if they were forced out.

And their eyes were filled with a feeling that I couldn't understand.

Obviously we are all children, but they didn't make any little moves, and they all stood very neatly.

The dean took me to the dormitory and arranged a bed for me, letting me sleep by the window.

But I have been afraid of ghosts since I was a child. The monsters in those ghost stories like to lie on the windows and stare at people.

As long as they wait for someone to fall asleep, they will crawl out and eat them!

So when I sleep, I never dare to lean against the window.

I saw an empty bed next to me and offered to sleep on that bed.

Then the dean's expression changed.

His fat face showed indifference.

Then I was taken to a small closed room by him.

"Why are you disobeying my orders?"

This was the first thing he said to me after entering the house.

I told me why I was afraid of ghosts, but the next second I was kicked to the ground by him.

"How dare you make excuses?"

He pulled me up from the ground, put me on the only bed in the room, and fixed my hands and feet with iron rings.

The iron ring was very narrow, as if it was specially made for children.

I couldn't break free and didn't know what he wanted to do, so I cried.

But the next second I cried, he pressed a switch.

I can't describe that feeling.

Electricity shuttled through my body, every inch of my skin began to tremble, and pain spread throughout my body. This was a feeling I had never experienced before.

The severe pain made me cry louder.

But what followed was more intense pain.

"The frequency and power here are specially made by me for you disobedient children."

He looked at me with a sneer, listening to my voice echoing in the closed room.

"If you are still prepared to disobey me, I will continue to punish you."

"Please remember, in this orphanage, I am the supreme God."

He spoke words I couldn't understand and kept releasing electricity.

Pain and fear enveloped me.

In the end, I cried until my voice became hoarse and I couldn't shed a single tear.

And I chose to give in, not wanting to suffer this pain any more.

I knelt on the ground, crawled on the soles of his feet, and called him "Dean Chu" as he requested.

He also promised that he would never disobey any of his requirements in the future and would definitely obey every order of his unconditionally.

Then he smiled, patted my shoulder, and let me out.

When I left the room, it was already dinner time in the evening.

All the children lined up neatly and stood in front of the table, seemingly waiting for the dean to appear.

The dean brought me to them and ordered me to stand in front of a table and wait for his orders.

This time I finally got it.

The feeling I couldn't understand in their eyes before was called sympathy.

"It's ready to eat."

After the dean spoke, the others sat down one after another and began to devour the food.

I also sat on the chair, looking at the few green vegetables, half a piece of moldy steamed bun, and a bowl of soup that looked like vomit in the bowl. I couldn't eat it.

Even the nanny my parents hired to cook for me had never cooked to this level.

I even have some doubts whether this can be called "rice".

"Eat quickly." A small voice came from my ear.

It was a boy who was a few years older than me. He had a very strange hairstyle. For some reason, both sides were shaved, leaving only a bunch of hair in the middle.

"If you don't finish eating, Dean Chu will put you in a dark room."

He showed a very cheerful smile and said, "If you don't have enough to eat, I can give you my food."

His smile was different from others' forced smiles. It was full of sunshine and seemed to come from the heart.

And I also learned his name later.

Ke Liang.

I finished the "meal" with great difficulty and was arranged to go back to bed.

That was the first time I slept next to the window. I always felt like there were a pair of eyes outside the window staring at me, even though it was the second floor and there was nothing outside.

This is my first day in the orphanage.

I know what insomnia is.