Chapter 277

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• Childhood for me was one of the toughest processes of my life. I was not wanted as just any child, but in a place where only pain existed. Pain, blood, and suffering. For a long time, I wandered the streets with no hope, completely abandoned. I had no family, no siblings, no parents, no food. I survived on scraps from households, so I know perfectly well how life is in places of extreme poverty.
• Time passed, and so did the years. Eventually, some villagers who lived near the dump where I was found adopted me. They provided me with food, education, and other necessities. I started going to school like a normal child, but those things didn't interest me much. My mind was always focused on fighting and blood. I don't know why, but those were the things that caught my attention the most. I was not very good at the subjects taught by the teachers, especially in math. I was so bad that my classmates laughed at me. One day, I decided not to go to school anymore. I ran away from home, even though my parents provided me with good living conditions. It didn't fill the void I had felt since I was abandoned as a child.