I lost my parents at birth and was adopted by my second uncle's family. For eighteen years, I was the transparent one in my family, eating only leftover food and wearing rags. My second mother said I was a white-eyed wolf, and my brother laughed at me as a waste. They regarded my bullying as a common occurrence and my grievances as silence. Until that day, I bought a lottery ticket with my meal money, and overnight, I went from being a piece of dust that everyone could bully, to becoming a king with billions of wealth. They were horrified and remorseful, crying and begging me for forgiveness. I smiled: You made me kneel before, but today, I make you kneel enough
