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

——Ned’s diary——

My name is William Ned, and I was born in a poor town in the Frontier State.

My father, George, and mother, Mary, were both addicted to alcohol, and the smell of alcohol permeated 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 scoldings. My father George’s daily schedule was inseparable from the bottle of wine. He often got drunk and started to lose his temper when he came home. My mother Mary

Although she works part-time in a restaurant, she cannot escape the temptation of alcohol.

Whenever they drink, the home becomes a battlefield.

Once, when I was only five years old, I was sitting on the living room floor playing with discarded blocks from the neighbor's children.

Father George came back from outside, his face glowing red, his eyes blurred, and he had obviously drunk too much again.

He walked into the living room, glanced at the blocks scattered on the floor, and his face immediately turned gloomy.

"What are you doing?" he yelled, slamming the bottle on the table with a loud bang.

I was too scared to move and looked up at him timidly.

"I'm playing with blocks, Dad." I replied quietly, 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 against the wall. My back hit the wall so hard that I almost fainted from the pain.

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

My mother, Mary, was in the kitchen at the time. She heard the noise and came over, but she did not comfort me. She just looked at me coldly, then turned back to the kitchen and continued to do her business.

What I read in her eyes was not concern, but indifference and boredom.

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This kind of thing happened often in my childhood.

My father, George, would always get angry at me for the smallest things and would teach me with fists and belts.

He didn't care how much pain I felt or how scared I was.

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

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

Angrily, he turned the whole house upside down, and finally found the forgotten wallet in the crack of the sofa.

He didn't apologize to me, he just gave me a hard look and pushed me to the ground.

I was bruised and swollen from the fall, and my heart was filled with anger and... doubts.

[They don’t love me, why did they give birth to me {The handwriting is full of scrawls and twists, and the paper is full of wrinkles because of too much force}]

Later, I found the answer:

They don't deserve to be my parents!

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These early memories linger like nightmares. The indifference and violence at home made me understand at a very young age that no one in this world would love me and protect me unconditionally. The ties of blood are in my heart.

It seems nothing more than an endless source of bondage and pain.

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 dream that one day I will be able to break the shackles of blood and live a life no longer shrouded in pain and fear.

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As I grew older, I gradually realized that indifference and violence in my family had become the norm.

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

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

"I'm doing my homework, Dad." I replied quietly, trying not to anger him.

"Homework? What's the use of you? What do you think you can change?" He mocked, then grabbed the wine bottle on the table and took a swig.

At this time, mother Mary walked in, saw the homework books on the ground, and said coldly: "You have made a mess in the house, and there is not even a quiet place."

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

[She never stood by me when my father was angry. Instead, she often looked on with cold eyes, 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 hopeless.

I started avoiding them and spending as little time as possible at home.

After school, I would go directly to the library in town and wouldn't go home until dark. That was my only refuge, and only in the world of books could I find some comfort.

My favorite book in the library is "The Origins of the Family."

The future society described in it fascinates me!

Whenever I was beaten black and blue by my father or ridiculed by my mother, I would say to myself silently:

"William, you must escape, you must transcend all this."

This became my only belief to support me through those dark days.

The indifference and violence at home made me full of hatred and despair for my blood relationship.

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

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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 my coat, which made me look particularly shabby. As soon as my 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.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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 classmates 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.

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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...

Corinius P. Bodefei II.

He introduced me to the Inner Temple Awakening.

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

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"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, with equal opportunities for development, no longer based on blood."

Suffering from relationships.”

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

"..."

I looked at Bo Defei 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 will change.

Therefore, you are only one quarter of an ear old.

Holding the rib of Osiris and the arrow of the bone worm, whatever you do after that, it will become a link of the border. You may be the lord of blood, or you may be the full father of man, but you can mold the border, 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?"
To be continued...