A Strong Villain in the World of Villains, but He Is Always Targeted.

My name is Hezhuo. Black Panther Orc. My brother is He Zhang, the youngest warden in the organization. He said that I am the sharpest edge, and I think he is right. When I was twelve years old, the experiment went viral and I almost died. After I woke up, I forgot a lot of things. I only remembered that I had a brother, the instructor who taught me, and my friend holding a stuffed bear. When I was sixteen, I was kicked into a decent college. He said he was an undercover agent, and I believed him. I was full of bad intentions and prepared to give those sanctimonious guys a little villain shock. Then I met a birdman who was very good at fighting. After the fight, he put his arms around me and went to dinner. I met a girl who looked like a little white rabbit, but could kick my sunglasses off with one kick. I met a nouveau riche man whose hands were covered with rings. He hugged my thigh and called me brother. I also met an instructor whose temper was tougher than his fists. He smiled and said, "Boy, that's interesting." Later I finished my mission and prepared to go home. The crowd went crazy. The birdman blocked me and said that we would die together. The bunny girl grabbed me and said she was in so much pain. The upstart cried and threw money at the reward, saying he wanted to find his eldest brother. The instructor personally led the team to hunt me down and said he wanted me to know what regret was. …… Etc. Am I not a villain? How come these decent people are each more crazy than the other? Later I learned that some debts cannot be avoided by returning home. When the chains were put on me, I didn't break free. Ps: The book contains scenes of the protagonist suffering intense pain in the early stages. If you mind, please decide carefully whether to read it.