"You are an absolute trash,""You're a shame to your family's name,""You don't deserve me, trash,""What are you doing here, trash?"I grew up hearing all sorts of comments like this. It wasn't anything special. It was just the norm but while overusing the word lost its edge to me, it wasn't the same for everyone else.They were blunt to the point of it being scary.How was this even possible? It was an edgy thing until I was over 7 years old.I heard new insults being tossed around every day, like 'I'm your Grandfather', 'Is that all you have?', 'I'll crush you like an ant, brat' but by the time I was 10, even that started to bore me.I could hear it all day with the most malicious intent, yet it wouldn't affect me, at most, it would make me wince a little inside.Now, things were different for the folks around. Every time they screamed, "TRASH", it was a mini victory for them, a cause of celebration, a reason behind t

How did my cousin reach the third realm of Qi refining and become the strongest of our cohort was beyond me, but now that he did, it was bound to cause me trouble. Our sect was divided into the outer court, inner court, and central court. One wasn't allowed entry into the central court until they had established their foundations and transcended the Qi Refining realm. As for the inner court? These were the lifeline of the sect. They didn't have to complete missions, they had abundant resources and each one of them was nurtured lovingly by the sect. The purpose of this competition, in fact, was to select 10 more inner court disciples. Naturally, the disciples were already pumped up, intent on giving it their all to acquire a position in the top ten and change their fate once and for all. The battle spirit and fighting intent of the disciples was contagious but in my eyes, performing in a competition like a monkey with an abused and single-minded idiot

The tournament was about to start after 3 days and to 'protect' me from my 'ice-cold' cousin, the leading elder that interrogated me decided to let me stay with the other inner court and chief court disciples.The violent guy was locked somewhere else in isolation for three days by the elder.The second day after coming into the sect's inn, I had a visitor.I was surprised. It was my manipulative cousin. As I thought, she had arrived with fanfare to boost her reputation.I copied my cool ex-vegetable cousin and replied, "You don't qualify to meet me."But this was a tough opponent. Instead of being enraged, she made an even more pitiable and wronged expression and sobbingly said, "Why brother? WHY? What did I do to deserve this?"With just one move, she made the focus of the proceedings shift from the fight of the two ex-bullied guys in the tournament, cousins from a rival sect, to their 'arrogant bootlicking cousin' behind the scenes.<

Amidst the jarring cheers of the crowd, the fight between the two characters continued on the stage without a hint of affection.They were like two machines that didn't know how to stop. Now and then, the regressor, the 'ex-vegetable guy' would face another few punches while being distracted by the creative insults being thrown his way.The elder managing the fight didn't have the authority to shut all the spectators up. They could have set up noise cancellation, but who would be willing to spend spirit stones without any personal interest? He wasn't from the sword cultivation sect anyway. This tournament was supposed to be an easy victory for him. Just how much did he change the world by traveling back in time? He was panicking a little inwardly."MOLEST THIS VIOLENT CHILD~~"Moreover, cheers like these weren't helping him either. As a powerful and authoritative figure in his previous life, if he admitted his defeat here, it wou

Of course, mindlessly rampaging wasn't allowed by the managing elder, the organizers, and the leading elder of the women sect team. He was put down quickly by these guys but he was still staring at my Goddess with killing intent. I didn't miss this chance to attack his rationality again, "SHE WAS ALSO THE ONE THAT ORDERED US TO BEAT SENSE INTO YOU, PIECE OF TRASH BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT. YOU'RE NOT MY COUSIN, YOU'RE A MONSTER."My words triggered his sensitive spots because as soon as he heard them, he stood up with a dangerous aura sizzling out of him. Even the elders were feeling a bit afraid of him now, but he still wasn't set free. They needed to abide by the rules after all.Being suppressed by the elders made him livid, as his turbulent rage found an outlet. At this moment, everyone that stopped him from killing us was his mortal enemy, if he had to slaughter the world, then so be it.Blood covered his eyes and body as