Desire Line

When the blood moon engulfed the sun and shadows stood up on the street, I knew - the revenge of the monsters in the storyteller's mouth turned out not to be a story. I was born in a brothel by the Qinhuai River. The first lesson I learned was "food, sex, and sex." The second lesson was that desires can weigh two pounds. I thought I had seen through the world, until that day, the myth became a reality, and the last person who called me "child" blocked the escape door for me with his body. In this collapsed world, I have seen the deepest evil: not the minions of the demon clan, but the way people tear each other's desires apart in desperate situations. There was no fire of salvation ignited in my heart, only cold ashes settled. If the world is built on desire and injustice, why should I abide by its hypocritical rules? So I found them - the sect that talks about "purification" and regards desire as truth. They gave me strength, belonging, and a reason to properly release the hatred within me. I became the sharpest knife in their hands. A villain who is sane, willing, and even gains twisted peace from controlling the lives and deaths of others. I used the insights and calculations I learned in the brothel to practice this new set of dark laws. But true darkness never promises redemption. When the noble coat of doctrine was torn open, revealing the greed and corruption that was no different from the old world I hated; when my sins swallowed up my remaining care in the most unexpected way - I stood in the fire of karma that I had personally contributed to, and for the first time I saw myself clearly in the mirror with my hands covered in blood. Tags: Dark reality·Villain protagonist·Humanity experiment·Slow heat·Not cool writing