Crazy? You Call This Innocent Boy a Devil

I woke up from a three-year coma with a blank memory. What greeted me was not the hugs of my family, but the muzzles of the special forces and the sharp blades of my former companions. They called me "the source of disaster," "the walking disaster," and "the traitor." The whole world wants me dead. But I don't remember anything. I just want to know, who am I? What have I done? Until that day, facing the encirclement and suppression, my body's instinct was awakened. I have never learned fighting, but I can dodge all bullets; I have never touched a knife, but I can slash the sword energy that tears apart the building. My white hospital gown was stained red with blood, and everyone was trembling under my feet. A surviving enemy looked at me in horror: "You... Your power is back! The devil has awakened!" I looked at my blood-stained hands and asked blankly: "The devil... Are you talking about me?"