Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 333: A Tragedy Forged by Legend

After the surgery, the intense pain in his brain was far from a one-time occurrence.

Every few days, it felt as if a searing energy was burning through his brain.

To him, he could barely remember most of these pains.

What he remembered most clearly was that after enduring that surgery, his so-called father really took him to an amusement park a few days later.

It was the first time he had stepped out of the hospital doors.

He saw other people, normal people outside of doctors and nurses.

Unlike those in the hospital, who were insane and muttered to themselves.

They seemed busy, hurrying to and fro.

He also saw many, many children his age.

That day the amusement park was crowded, and every ride required waiting in line to have a turn.

He was six that year; it was the first time he and his father went to an amusement park.

Simply because he survived the surgery, and because he was about to face a more brutal life.

It was the largest amusement park in S City, teeming with people.

Six-year-old him looked excited, and an unusual excited smile was on his father’s face too.

His father’s smile wasn’t just because they went to the amusement park together.

But because he had personally placed something into his son’s brain.

Young Wang Ge didn’t understand these things; he only remembered the sky was very blue that day, and the people he met were all kind.

His deepest impression was of a ride called the Ferris wheel.

That day, he and his father got on the Ferris wheel, which slowly moved, his little eyes excitedly watching the ground get farther away.

The people on the ground grew smaller, while their position grew higher.

He was excited beyond words, like a fool leaning against the Ferris wheel, his small body trembling with excitement.

He looked up at his father, who sat expressionless in the center, upright as if carrying out a routine task.

"Dad, look, those people in front of us are even higher!"

Xiao Wang Ge’s little finger pointed at a carriage ahead, his eyes wide open.

Dean Wang nodded slightly, his tone neutral, "Hmm, I see."

Xiao Wang Ge’s enthusiasm deflated immediately; he turned his head, leaning against the window of the cabin, slightly raising his head to look at the people in the carriage above.

The people in the carriage above were a happy family of four.

An elegant-looking father, a beautiful and intelligent mother, a well-behaved daughter, and... a son who seemed to have a problem with his head.

The boy looked about his age, coincidentally leaning against the window too.

In that moment, their eyes met.

The boy smiled at him and waved vigorously.

He forever remembered the smile of that boy.

A smile no different from the idiots in the mental asylum.

"Xiao Fan, stop flailing around. If you keep it up, I’ll throw you down from the top!"

The elegant-looking father grabbed the boy’s collar and forcefully pressed him back onto the seat.

Xiao Wang Ge continued leaning by the window, his eyes full of envy.

He didn’t know the danger of leaning on the edge; he just felt that although the father’s tone was a bit stern, his gaze towards the boy was full of love.

He had never seen his own father show such an expression towards him.

In all the painful memories over the years, only the amusement park memory was joyful for Wang Ge.

And those brief minutes encountering that warm family, he remembered them to this day.

It was probably his first time seeing such a warm family.

Years later, they met again.

No one would remember the boy beneath their carriage.

Nor would he bring it up.

Prey remains prey.

Wang Ge abruptly opened his eyes in the black sedan, once clear eyes now filled with malice.

No longer looking at Dean Wang with expectation, only filled with malice.

"Awake?"

Dean Wang’s aged eyes glanced at Wang Ge and continued driving forward.

The car window lowered once more, letting in a light breeze.

As he aged, being in a closed car felt uncomfortable.

Wang Ge ignored Dean Wang, his feet recklessly stretched onto the front storage box.

Perhaps because he had dreamt of childhood, Wang Ge seemed somewhat depressed.

He almost forgot, how simple his desires were as a child.

His malicious eyes swept around, finally landing on an old photograph.

In the old photograph, a very beautiful woman held two children, about seven or eight years old, with eyebrows resembling Wang Ge’s.

The woman was smiling brightly.

Beside her was a man in a white coat.

All four faces showed bright smiles, looking like a warm family of four.

Just like the four he saw on the Ferris wheel.

Those two boys were said to be his brothers.

That woman was said to be his mother.

But he had no memory of it.

Because his two brothers also underwent craniotomy, all surgeries failed, and they passed away.

Then his mother went insane from grief over her sons’ deaths.

Ended up living in the mental asylum owned by the family.

Later, she gave birth to him.

Hence, Dean Wang’s age could have made him his grandfather, yet he was merely his father.

From birth, he underwent a craniotomy.

And started a painful life.

The woman in the photograph, upon seeing him being wheeled to surgery on the day he was born, committed suicide by jumping off.

On his birthday was her death anniversary.

These things Dean Wang couldn’t possibly tell him.

He learned them from the babbling patients.

Mental patients’ words aren’t all lies.

When all mental patients say the same thing, then it must be true.

Wang Ge gloomily glanced at the photo, his voice neutral.

"Why do you have to do this."

If he hadn’t undergone the craniotomy, he might have been born into a happy family.

Dean Wang followed Wang Ge’s gaze, seeing the photo hanging in the car.

This photo had been crazily copied dozens of times by him, placed in the car, room, research institute...

Carrying his longing and regret.

"This is the belief of our Hua Tuo lineage; we must fulfill it."

Dean Wang’s fingers trembled, either from excitement or pain.

"Ha!"

Wang Ge snorted coldly, ignoring Dean Wang, continuing to curl up in the passenger seat.

The word "belief" he had heard since childhood, never had he felt any belief arise within him.

He merely wanted to live peacefully, as long as that damned thing in his head no longer hurt, that would be enough.

These were all wishful thinking for him.

A vague legend and several craniotomies laid the foundation for his tragedy.

The tragedy had begun, with no turning back; he could only move forward along the wrong path.

The thing was already in his brain; if he wanted to live peacefully, he must sacrifice some people’s lives to gain extensive information.

Wang Ge leaned his head on his arm, gloomily gazing out the window.

His lips curled dangerously.

He lived so painfully, he ought to drag others down to hell, letting them taste the bitterness of pain too.