The Pink Star Falls, I Become a God by Harvesting Disasters

When I was nine years old, my parents died in front of me. I went into a mental hospital and didn't speak for eight years. Later, a madman put me in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid, daddy is here." Later I discovered that there is something called post-blessing in this world - the scars left by suffering are also the beginning of awakening. My ability is borrowed. The murder scene that night when I was nine—the moonlight, the fear, the despair, my father's overalls, the bloody pipe wrench—they were all my weapons whenever I wanted to. The price is my memory, organs, and the fact that my name is Fu Huan.