Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 186 - 185: Gorgeous Cage 32 (Rob’s Bittersweet Past)
In the dimension.
Rob sat inside the battle armor, sweating profusely as he watched the increasingly powerful monster opposite.
His face was deathly pale, his eyes tightly closed, as if trapped in some kind of torment.
"Rob..." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
"My child, come here quickly."
Rob shook his head painfully: "No... don’t..."
"What? Are you going to defy your mother’s orders?" The middle-aged woman, still charming, glared at him gloomily.
Rob was frightened by this look and instinctively submitted.
But he didn’t want to go over; he had just escaped from that manor and didn’t want to return.
He cried, pleading with his mother, "Can’t you just not send me back? I don’t want to stay at Uncle Leon’s; he’s terrifying!"
His mother impatiently interrupted him: "Nonsense, Uncle Leon loves you so much, how could he hurt you? He’s just playing games with little Rob."
She calmly approached, pulling Rob up, lovingly brushing aside the messy bangs on his forehead to reveal his beautiful, delicate face.
Her eyes were full of satisfaction: "Our little Rob is so captivating, who wouldn’t like you? Who could possibly resist you?"
Rob felt somewhat aggrieved: "Mom, I want to go home. I don’t want to live at Uncle Leon’s. They say I’m just a dog raised by Uncle Leon..."
"That’s because they’re jealous of you." His mother said as she helped him out and, at the moment he let down his guard, she raised her hand and covered his nose and mouth with a cloth.
"Mom..." Rob instinctively tried to push away, but was instantly robbed of consciousness by a potent drug, collapsing to the ground.
When he woke up again, he was back in that hellish room.
Waiting for him was the sullen-faced Old Leon.
That night, he experienced for the first time what pain and torment meant.
In comparison, the night of his coming of age at eighteen was simply child’s play, the tip of the iceberg, not worth mentioning.
Afterward, he ran away again and again, and was persuaded to return by his mother each time.
"Rob, can’t you just stay obediently by Uncle Leon’s side to help him for mom’s sake?"
"Rob, must you be so selfish as to disregard mom’s wellbeing?"
"Only by obediently staying by Uncle Leon’s side can mom have value and continue being with dad."
"Rob, mom gave birth to and raised you, and you can’t even do this little thing for her?"
"Don’t you love mom? Do you have to watch mom die to be satisfied?"
"Do you know how much mom has sacrificed for you? If I hadn’t had you, my figure wouldn’t have changed, nor would I have lost your father’s affection!"
"The reason I’ve ended up like this today is all because of you! What right do you have to live so comfortably?"
Under this constant condemnation, Rob gradually yielded, staying quietly by Leon’s side.
He tried hard to tell himself that everyone lived like this.
Every favored child lived a life just like his.
Until that year, Old Leon took him to a grand noble’s banquet.
It wasn’t because Old Leon cherished him, but because his Spiritual Body was a swan, perfect for performing graceful and moving dances.
It was a sensational interstellar banquet.
After his performance, standing distantly, he saw a boy in white clothes stepping onto the high platform, bathed in Divine Light.
The Chief Guardian God, Chenyu, descended with divine wonders, bestowing the Divine Light fully upon the boy.
The god openly showed his favoritism for the boy, not only because his father and mother were nobles with the highest military power, but also due to his astonishing talent.
He awakened to Beastification at eighteen and was a growth-type Spiritual Power User.
The banquet was held to celebrate his Beastification.
To demonstrate his favor, the god even personally renamed him, granting him the ’Yu’ from ’Chenyu,’ calling him ’Yuze,’ implying a child blessed by the gods and hinting at his future as the successor of Chief Guardian God Yuze.
It was his first time seeing Yuze.
He stood tall and slender under the Divine Light, exuding the carefree and easy grace of a young man, his nobility making one feel as if even one more glance was blasphemous.
Rob stood next to Old Leon, but his gaze accidentally met that of the boy on the stage.
The boy seemed a bit surprised and curious, quickly calming down and moving his gaze away.
It was such a casual glance, yet Rob was deeply scorched by that calm look, his insides starting to ache.
Yuze’s eyes were very pure, yet at that moment, Rob realized with utter clarity that he was nothing but a dirty swan in the mud, mired too deeply to ever fly again.
From then on, Rob consciously began to resist Old Leon.
He was utterly fed up with such a disgusting life.
Day after day of rebellion wore down Old Leon’s patience; he began to be more ruthless with Rob, needing to beat him until he was covered in blood to be satisfied.
While being beaten, Rob deliberately let his face take the hits, and Old Leon’s whip slashed his face.
His face was disfigured.
Rob was finally thrown out.
He had never been as happy as that day, despite being battered black and blue.
He dragged his battered body back to find his mother, only to discover she had also been kicked out.
Old Leon was furious, blaming his father, and his father, in turn, blamed his mother.
His mother was just a little pet his father kept in the manor, not even a lover, so she had no say.
Rob thought his mother would be furious, would scold him harshly, hit him hard.
He had already decided, once his mother calmed down, he would heal his injuries, go out to work, earn money to support his mother, and they would live well afterward.
But his mother calmly took him back to their tiny, shabby house where they used to live.
When he woke up the next day, he found himself sold by his mother to an underground entertainment venue.
That was the second time he felt utterly desolate.
He didn’t know how he was dragged, muddle-headed, onto the stage, priced as a slave.
He saw that boy again.
The boy, like a statue bathed in Divine Light, appeared sacred and inviolable.
At that time, the boy seemed very different from before, his eyes devoid of divinely untouchable nobility and purity.
He seemed much more restrained, lazily like a cat that could never fully wake up.
The boy also saw him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Before he moved away, Rob finally summoned the courage to shout at him, "Save me! Please! I know you have the power, please save me!"
The soldier behind him yanked harshly on the chain around his neck: "Behave!"
Rob looked excitedly at the boy below the stage.
The boy moved slightly.
At that moment, he felt the surrounding noise gradually drift away from him, leaving only the boy in his world.
The boy was also watching him, his lips moving slightly.
Rob saw him silently say four words: "Rely on yourself."
He was momentarily stunned, then seemed to understand something upon meeting the boy’s gaze.
The surrounding people continued to jeer, bid, the soldiers behind harshly tugged his chain, pinched his face, forcing it to be displayed for everyone.
The noise, laughter, curses, and scolding seemed covered with a thin film, gradually becoming distant.
In his world, there was only the increasingly heavy sound of his breathing, and a piercing roar echoing in his ears.
Something broke out of his body.
"Ah!" Rob roared, wings sprouting from his back, dazzling light shot out like arrows, piercing through the entire auction hall.
