After the Black Spider from Northern Burma Came Back, I Slaughtered My Whole Family

Six years after my "death", I came back from northern Myanmar. The seven-year-old daughter slept in a broken cardboard box on the balcony and suffered from frostbite all over her body. When my former vicious mother-in-law saw me, she was so frightened that she lost her mind: "You... Weren't you sold to northern Myanmar and died long ago?" I laughed. Yes, they all thought that I should have died in the smelly ditch in northern Myanmar. But they forgot that what is tempered by hell is never the soul of the dead, but Shura. In the past six years in northern Myanmar, I have gone from a poor being trafficked to a "black spider" known to everyone. He lived in a dog cage, suffered gang rape, and worked as a "goods" in an organ factory. Until that mysterious man held my hand that committed suicide: "If you are not even afraid of death, are you still afraid of living for revenge?" He taught me how to kill, gave me mental skills, and helped me build my own dark empire. For six hundred and eighty-eight days and nights, I stepped on the bones of my enemies and crawled back to the world from the bottom of the abyss. Now, I'm back in style. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.