When the fatty boy registered the staff members' words, his crying stopped abruptly.
He instinctively denied it, voice cracking. "No, it can't happen! My father is not dead! I will kill you all. My father will kill everyone of you. Just you wait!"
But the staff members did not take his words seriously. They said nothing. They moved forward in unison, roughly grabbing his arms and dragging him out of the hospital. They threw him in front of the gate.
The fatty boy did not stand up after being thrown. He could not. The rough dragging had reopened his pain. He now cried loudly.
"It hurts!! It hurts!"
"Dad… help me…"
"Where are… you… please come back…"
The wounds on his crotch area began opening again. Blood slowly flooded the ground beneath him. But the hospital staff did not look back. They slammed the door shut.
No passerby was there to help him. No one at all. He was alone in front of the hospital gate, crying helplessly.
Just as he wailed from the pain, he heard a voice from behind him.
The voice said, "Hehe, you will be a good test subject. Come with me. I will make you powerful and let you revenge on everyone."
After the fatty boy heard these words, his vision suddenly clouded with black.
He felt his body—now covered in something like a bag—suddenly lifted. The voice kept laughing eerily.
"What a good subject you will be… hehe."
With the voice fading away, no one remained in that place. The fatty boy's figure? Gone.
And the person the voice belonged to? Also gone. His figure was not seen in the dark night.
***
Meanwhile, the fatty boy's servant—the girl who had been the source of his injuries—finally reached her destination after running for so long.
Her destination was none other than her own house.
She pushed through the door, rushing inside.
Even with her lips bleeding, face swollen, and body bruised, she smiled happily. She reached a room door and shouted excitedly, "Mother! We are finally free. We don't have to live like that again."
After she said it, she waited for her mother to come out. Her mother stepped from the room. The girl saw her mother's state—worse than her own. Bruises covered her face and arms, welts peeked from under torn sleeves, showing the daily cruelty she had faced.
Even though the mother had heard each word clearly, she was still confused. How are they free?
She asked gently, "What are you saying, child? Explain properly."
The girl answered excitedly, "Mother, he died! We don't have to be abused again!"
Hearing this, Her mother understood every word her daughter had said previously now, but she did not believe it so easily. The girl saw the disbelief in her eyes. She explained the incident of the dark red abyss properly. Then she showed her mother the video.
When the video ended, her mother could not stop her tears. They were not tears of sadness. They were tears of happiness, of relief, of the freedom she would finally taste.
She tightly hugged her daughter and cried for some time. The cries were of pure joy.
When the girl saw her mother crying, her own eyes grew watery. She cried too. They were finally free!
Why were they so happy? Who died?
To understand that, let's go back some time—to the evening of the day the fatty boy got injured.
On that evening, the girl had not escaped punishment. Her father, already furious after hearing what happened, dragged her inside and beat her with his belt until welts rose across her back and legs.
"It happened because of you," he snarled. "Now you stay with Sir Gorak's child every day—serve him for the rest of your life, help him, do whatever he wants…" He went on, but the girl curled up on the floor, sobbing quietly. She dared not argue or resist; that would only bring worse pain. Her father always beat her and her mother.
Her mother tried to stop him. But her father grew even angrier. He started beating her mother too. The girl and her mother were tortured daily by the father.
And the girl was also repeatedly tortured by the fatty boy. She could not rest. She had to be present with him, almost every time. She became a silent doll, enduring everything.
The mother was tortured by her husband.
The girl was tortured by her father and the fatty boy.
They both endured quietly, refusing to give up on each other.
But now.
The girl's father had been consumed by the dark red fire, freeing both of them. Even the fatty boy could no longer touch her, his support was gone forever.
They were free.
But after the tears and hugs calmed down, the mother began thinking about the future.
How would she earn money to support her daughter? She had no real experience with jobs. Still, she would try. She would make sure her daughter faced no hardships ahead.
For now, she and her daughter will rest. The rest that they were hoping for so many years!
The next day.
The beginning of the day start with two surprises—for the girl.
The first came from the government: a letter stating she could transfer to a different school because of the incident. The new school would be free for three years. This would eased the burden on her mother a little.
The same offer went to other students from the school. The government also provided compensation to the families of the principal, teachers, and staff who had died or suffered, softening their pain just a bit.
But the second surprise was the real one. 10000 times better than the first.
Mother and daughter stared at the letter in stunned silence. They forgot to breathe, forgot to speak. They could not believe it.
Ten sec passed. No movements.
Twenty sec passed. No movements.
But as the thirty sec tick, the girl moved.
She jumped into her mother's arms, shouting with pure joy. "Mom! I got the invitation from Central Academy—with an annual scholarship too! I'm so so so happy! Mom, you don't have to worry about anything now. The scholarship will let us survive! And I will definitely become strong enough to protect you and make sure we live easily. Haha!"
She giggled uncontrollably in her mother's arms. She had no idea how she received the invitation and even the scholarship, which was never heard about before. But it was real. The same stamp of the academy, the same mysterious letter she had seen in the video on E.A. Network.
Her mother shared every bit of her happiness. Tears of joy slipped from her eyes. She was truly, deeply happy for her daughter.
She quietly patted her daughter's head, slow and gentle.
Thinking of the future where her daughter would grow strong.