Chapter 1 Who Am I

• At the Quantrill residence in Jadeborough, a young man in a wheelchair was snoring softly as he slept.
• His eyes were tightly shut, his head was tilted, and saliva was flowing out of the corner of his mouth, making him look like a complete fool.
• Suddenly, the young man's eyes shot wide open as though he had just woken up from a nightmare.
• His back was drenched in cold sweat, and he was gripping the armrest of his wheelchair tightly with both hands.
• He looked like he was in a daze as he panted heavily, and the last part of his dream was all he could think about.
• “You're the biggest obstacle in my plans, Osmond Lestrange! I'll make sure you suffer for the rest of your pathetic little life!”
• The person in his dream was gritting their teeth like they wanted to eat Osmond alive.
• “Who am I? I... I'm Osmond Lestrange!”
• The hazy look in his eyes slowly faded as an icy coldness took its place.
• Osmond Lestrange was an orphan before being adopted by Grady Lemar, who happened to be an old general in the fourth division of the Venisa Army.
• He grew up at the northwest border and had been trained by the military since he was a child. Osmond officially joined the army at the age of fifteen and obtained countless medals for his outstanding gallantry on the battlefield.
• At the age of twenty, he was promoted to Nine-Star Commander and led millions of soldiers in the northwest.
• When Grady died in battle at the hands of their enemies, Osmond avenged him by attacking them with his millions of soldiers and killing ten enemy commanders.
• Exhausted after the battle, Osmond collapsed and fell unconscious for a prolonged period of time.
• Unfortunately for him, some of his subordinates betrayed him by poisoning him while he was unconscious.
• That resulted in severe brain damage for Osmond, leaving him mentally disabled and paralyzed below the waist.
• A cold sneer slowly formed on Osmond's face as he recalled everything that had happened.
• Now that I've regained my memories, it's time to settle the score!
• Osmond slowly lowered his head and tried to get on his feet, but his legs were too weak to even move.
• Like a truly disabled person, he felt as though his legs didn't belong to him.
• Osmond tried feeling the pulse points on his leg with one hand while gently massaging his leg muscles with the other.
• “Oh, thank goodness... My legs are just suffering from mild muscular atrophy due to a lack of exercise and blood circulation. That's a very common issue for those who are bedridden for too long,” he mumbled as he assessed his condition.
• Given his medical skills, he could make a speedy recovery with self-treatment and some physical training.
• As Osmond glanced at the somewhat shabby state of the room around him, his memory fragments slowly pieced themselves together.
• Although he had been mentally disabled for two years, it didn't affect his ability to remember things.
• “This is the Quantrill residence?” Osmond muttered to himself.
• The Quantrill family of Jadeborough consisted of descendants of generals.
• Logan Quantrill, the patriarch of the Quantrill family, used to be revered by the soldiers for his achievements in the military.
• He had asked Grady many times to let Osmond marry his granddaughter, Constance Quantrill.
• Those from the Quantrill family had no idea about Osmond's rank in the military, but they believed in Logan's judgment and were excited about the marriage.
• However, not only did Osmond become mentally disabled after retiring from the army, but he was also paralyzed from the waist down and lost all ability to look after himself.
• The Quantrill family was hoping to improve their status in Jadeborough by riding on Osmond's coattails, but their plan was ruined. Disappointment, despair, and hatred were all that awaited them.
• As the descendants of the Quantrill family weren't ready to take over Logan's place when he died on the battlefield, their family's status and reputation took a huge dive.
• Naturally, the Quantrill family blamed it all on Osmond.
• They took it out on him throughout the past two years by mistreating and humiliating him in every way possible.
• Osmond looked away as he picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number he was most familiar with.
• “Hello?”
• The voice on the other end of the line sounded gloomy and firm, which gave it an air of authority.
• “It's me,” Osmond said with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
• The person he was calling was Paul Hyams, the leader of his personal guards.
• Paul was an incredibly loyal and righteous man.
• Bang!
• A loud crashing noise was heard in the background.
• “W-Who are you?” Paul asked in a shaky voice.
• “It's me, Osmond,” Osmond replied after a brief pause.
• Paul fell silent for about ten seconds before yelling, “What the f*ck? Who gave you permission to call me? A crippled fool like you is unworthy of talking to me! F*ck off!”
• Paul's voice was still a little shaky despite how angry he sounded.
• He then hung up immediately after that, leaving Osmond completely stunned.
• Osmond's face was somewhat pale as he slowly put his phone down.
• As if my subordinates turning me into a mentally disabled cripple wasn't bad enough, my most trusted man, the leader of my personal guards, now treats me like this... Man, talk about betrayal...
• Osmond gripped his phone tightly as he mumbled to himself with a wry smile, “Heh... Human relationships sure are superficial!”