The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

They came to a small mud puddle.

The mud pit wasn't big, only about seven or eight meters in circumference.

It was filled with muddy water and slurry, gleaming dimly in the night.

The edge of the pit was overgrown with weeds and the soil was cracked and dry, clearly indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

Zeng Linglong pointed to the mud pit, his expression filled with reminiscence.

The voice was calm, as if telling someone else's story.

"I was seven years old then, and I was training alone in this mud pit."

"The weather was very cold then, and the mud was icy and sticky—"

"It's also mixed with my blood."

"Because the mud pit was full of glass shards and steel nails."

Yan Rugo and Anna covered their lips tightly with their hands, tears welling up in their eyes.

Their minds were filled with that small, thin figure—

A seven-year-old child stands alone in the icy, bone-chilling mud.

The shards of glass cut his skin.

A steel nail pierced his foot.

Fresh blood seeped into the muddy water.

But he couldn't cry, he couldn't shout, he couldn't stop.

Zeng Linglong smiled, a smile devoid of resentment, only a calm acceptance of the past:

I remember that day very clearly.

"Because on that day, Xiaoya, Yefeng, and Tiezhu came."

"The three of them were originally intended to be sold to Africa by human traffickers."

"I was later rescued by the Hellfire Mercenaries and brought here."

"So the four of us started training here."

"The three of them were very scared at that time, and Xiaoya stood in the mud puddle and kept crying."

"Later, I carried the logs by myself and led them to complete the training."

"So the four of us depended on each other for survival, and from then on our fates were completely intertwined."

He came to a dark corner.

Pointing to a patch of smooth ground at the base of the wall:

"We rest and eat here after each training session."

"And the food for each of us—"

"Only a small piece of hard, almost tooth-crushing black bread—"

"And half a bowl of murky water with suspicious oil floating on it."

"That was the first day that Xiaoya, Yefeng, and Tiezhu arrived."

"They huddled together, their eyes filled with fear, and they didn't dare eat the black bread."

I said to the three of them—

"There are no tears, fear, hunger, or escape here."

"Only endless acceptance and endurance."

"If you put the food in your hand into your stomach, at least there's a cruel tomorrow ahead."

"If we don't eat, we might not even have food tomorrow."

Xiaoya asked me, crying, when I had arrived here.

"I was very confused at that time, and all I can say is that I didn't know."

"I feel as if I was born here, yet it seems that I wasn't."

"When I can consciously see the scenery in front of me, I am already here."

He looked calmly at the two girls, their eyes filled with tears, his voice as soft as the night breeze:

"So Xiaoya asked me curiously if my parents were here."

"This topic makes me even more confused, and all I can say is—"

"My parents are probably far away..."

"I have never seen them, and I don't know if they have a father and mother."

Yan Rugo and Anna imagined that scene—

A thin, small child stands in the desert wind.

They don't know who their parents are.

I don't know where I came from.

I don't know why I'm here.

That helpless and desperate face, those bewildered and empty eyes.

The two girls finally couldn't take it anymore and squatted down on the ground!

Tears soaked her face and chin, and also soaked the sand.

They finally understood, and experienced it firsthand—

Zeng Linglong's growth process, built on blood and tears, was cruel and tragic.

This is the man they deeply love; this is their hero and pride.

They finally understood why Xiaoya and the other two had such a deep bond with Zeng Linglong—

It was an emotion that transcended all forms of kinship, friendship, and love.

They are bound together by life and death, they depend on each other for survival, and they are each other's only support in life.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the base.

Baroque, Poison Doctor, and Silence.

He was with Zeng Sheng, He Jing, and Zeng Lingyu.

Visit Zeng Linglong's life story from infancy, childhood, and adolescence.

They walked across the mud puddle and saw shards of glass still faintly visible in the muddy water.

Walking past that dark corner, I saw crooked marks carved on the wall.

Walk past that little house with only a wooden bed.

I saw four names written in charcoal on the wall above the bed—Zero, Cold Thorn, Little Sparrow, and Iron Pile.

He Jing's legs went weak, and she leaned against her husband, tears streaming silently down her face.

Zeng Lingyu supported her mother, unable to stop her own tears.

Zeng Sheng's eyes reddened, but he still kept his back straight.

But his clenched fist betrayed his true feelings.

Baroque stood to one side, his voice low:

"Zero was more stubborn than anyone else when he was a child."

"He never complained during training, and he never cried when he was injured."

"Once during training, he broke three ribs, but he walked back by himself without uttering a sound."

The silence remained cold, but a barely perceptible tenderness flickered in the eyes:

"When he was seven years old, he could distinguish the sounds of more than a dozen guns in the dark."

"At eight years old, he could climb a 40-meter-high cliff with his bare hands; at nine years old..."

That's enough.

He Jing interrupted him, her voice trembling with tears:

"Stop talking."

She crouched on the ground, covering her face with her hands, her shoulders trembling violently.

"I can't take it... I can't take it..."

Zeng Lingyu hugged her mother, crying so hard she couldn't speak.

Zeng Sheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

His son, his pride—

He missed all his growth, all his suffering, all his blood and tears.

This personal experience:

Zeng Sheng, He Jing, Zeng Lingyu, Yan Ruge, and Anna finally understood!

Why did Zeng Linglong insist on taking revenge himself?

He endured so much hardship from a young age, yet now he's a cripple—

How much pain he must be in.

But in order not to worry his loved ones, he chose another path of revenge.

He chose to kill the God of the Universe, even though the God of the Universe had participated in his switcheroo case eighteen years ago.

Did Zeng Linglong not want to kill the God of the Universe?

No, he wanted to kill Zeus more than anyone else.

But he harbored a deeper hatred.

With more ties to their relationship, they chose to let Zeus go.

How much inner pain and struggle did Zeng Linglong have to endure before making this decision?

The night wind blows across the desert, carrying the scent of sand.

Zeng Linglong stood at the base of the wall in a dark corner.

The two girls squatted on the ground and cried.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on their heads.

That hand had scars and calluses.

There are countless marks left from holding guns, wielding knives, and bleeding.

But at this moment, it is as gentle as the March breeze.

"Don't cry."

His voice was very soft:

"Those are all in the past. Now I have you, my family, my brothers. I am content."

Yan Rugo looked up at him, her eyes blurry with tears: "Are you... are you really satisfied? Don't you want revenge anymore?"

Zeng Linglong remained silent for a moment, then looked into the distance, at the dark horizon.

His voice was deep and firm:

"I want to. But not now."

"Now, I have more important things to do—"

"Live, heal my wounds, and be with you all, with my family."

"Then, make those damned people pay the price."

Anna stood up, wiped away her tears, and looked into his eyes:

"You said you wouldn't go to the Land of the Sun."

"I'm not going." Zeng Linglong's lips curled into a cold smile.

"But my people will go. My money will go. My power and resources will go."

"I want to make them into rats that everyone in the world hates and beats."

The two girls were looking at him.

Looking at this man covered in wounds and filled with hatred.

Yet, for the sake of those around him—he is still desperately trying to restrain himself.

This is the person they love, this is the hero in their hearts.

pain.......

Hatred...

Lonely.......

His loneliness is something those who understand him—

I want to surround him with all my love and warmth, and melt him away.

The desert night wind continued to blow, carrying the scent of sand.

It carries Zeng Linglong's childhood and teenage memories.

Carrying those blood and tears of the past.

He stood there, as lonely as a sword stuck in the desert.

A hero's heart is lonely.

A lonely road, a lonely hero, the lonely Zeng Linglong...

The night grew deeper. The desert grew quieter.

The storm of revenge is about to begin.