Demon Fetus

The day I was born, thunder was rolling, and nineteen thunderbolts struck around the courtyard wall. The fortune teller I invited was so frightened that he turned pale. He pointed at me and shouted: I was born a monster and will suffer eighteen calamities. I will either kill others or kill myself! Before he finished speaking, he was holding me, foaming at the mouth, and died suddenly on the spot. I, the child who defeated the fortune teller as soon as I was born, am destined to be dependent on the word calamity for the rest of my life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.