The merfolk must cultivate for a hundred years before they can produce a merpearl.
I was born ugly and regarded as an ill omen by my people from childhood. To earn their acceptance, I worked diligently day and night, and finally managed to cultivate a merpearl.
But just as I was about to succeed, my younger sister ambushed me and stole it.
As I watched her receive my people's blessings, I endured the pain wracking my body and denounced her theft.
But no one would listen to my explanation. Instead, they thought an ugly person like me was just making a fuss.
When she inherited the throne of the Merfolk Emperor, she tore out my tendons and stripped the flesh from my bones.
My good father not only watched coldly from the side, but even instructed her on how to skin me without getting her hands dirty.
Reborn, I look at the merpearl that is almost complete and stop cultivating.
Rather than let them benefit, I'd rather face death and fight to carve out a new path to survival for myself.
