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er. The little girl had never felt like she had a sibling, nor did she remember ever meeting or being visited by one. Meanwhile, the young boy in question was bashfully keeping his head down. The

e was being called right now. Zen's face slightly brightened upon hearing the gentle voice calling him. He slowly extended his hand to

le girl, not minding whether Mia could understand his words or not. At this moment, Zen

o stay with them. Zen didn't particularly like Jeffrey; he seemed like a stranger and felt intimidating. That's why

ight be sick, but he didn't feel feverish, and his appetite seemed fine. That night, Zen couldn't sleep, even though it was already past his usual bedtime. Zen was scared; if his aunt found out, he would surely be s

d uncle or let them know that he was still awake. He was being so careful th

aren't you rushing it? I'm worried Jeff

hild, he won't blame us; on the contrary, he'll give us money as a thank-you fee. We have to pay off that damn

So, what do y

r medical expenses. We'll use the money to pay off the debt. If it's just bruises and

ac

ck slowly, his mind in turmoil, his heart racing fast. Even though he was only six years old, Zen was a smart child. He

him around. He also knew that his aunt wanted him gone as soon as possible. However, Zen always thought of studying hard so that he c

iedly asked Zen. His eyes widened, as if he had been caught red-hand

k him in his room now, why worry? Your opponent is a six-year-old, not a sixteen-year-old. How can I have such

, his voice barely audible. Tears had gathered in his eyelids, waiting to spill over at any moment. His body

red hair, her fiery temper evident. Zen flinched at his aunt's shout, his tears held back. There was something inside him that wanted to burst out.

wo choices. Be hunted or become the hunter. You'

which throbbed painfully. He scream

Wake up, dinner

y, Zen scanned his surroundings. The room was empty, the walls splattered with bloodstains, and the floor flooded with blood. At his feet, his aunt and uncle lay with their eyes

of everything. Zen remained standing, his legs trembling despite his efforts to hold them steady. He reached