The young Emperor Shakti later realized that his difficult life had just begun.

The villagers did not like this bandit's child and treated him like a pig or dog. The children often bullied him and the adults often treated him as well.

After Lao Zhao drank wine, he came to his home and beat him, almost beating him to death many times.

Every time he thought he was going to die, his mother would drag Lao Zhao into the room and say in a charming voice: "If you beat him to death, who will take care of me in the future?"

"Okay, I'll give you some face."

The two entered the room, leaving Emperor Shakti huddled in the corner licking his wounds.

He was too thin and had no strength to run.

This kind of life lasted until the age of fifteen.

On this day, he went up the mountain to cut firewood, and his breakfast was taken away. He was too hungry and had no strength, so he accidentally fell into the edge of the cliff, at a critical moment.

"Let go, it's better to die."

"No one in this world will like me. My mother hates me. My fellow villagers hate me. I am the child of a bandit. My life is too tiring."

Emperor Shakti seemed to have figured it out.

He let go of his hand.

When Emperor Shakti woke up, he found himself lying on the lawn.

"woke up?"
Chapter completed!