In the northern part of the Josephs Empire, the Green Valley was defended.

An iron curtain rises over the walls of the Midoriya Defense, like a row of iron giants holding hands, keeping the savage bandits and the bitter wind out of the city. Beyond the walls is the boundless Green Valley Forest, the habitat of the orc tribe.

Blizzards often fall for days, turning this inaccessible primeval forest into a glittering snow country, and the deathly silence is overwhelming, but no one can doubt the fiery pupils and slime-dripping fangs beneath the mask of apparent tranquility.

Within the line of defense is the border town of Nack, the empire, which is located in the northernmost part of the Joses Empire and belongs to the jurisdiction of the empire's Green Valley Defense Line. The northern part of the town is bordered by the Green Valley Forest, and some distance to the east is the territory of the Eaton Empire. Because the town was so far away from the imperial capital of Xinlan, the royal family seemed to have forgotten about this place, so the army had supreme rights here.

Winters here are cold and long, and snow falls are common, often burying the town deep in the snow flakes and cutting off the people from the outside world. There was often no one in sight on the empty streets, except for the Imperial soldiers who passed by drunken inadvertently, leaving some traces of the living in the silver white, which were erased by the heavy snow in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, winter is coming to an end and the weather is starting to warm up.

On a small white roof in the Old Town, Al looked at the burning clouds in the west with a withered yellow leaf in his mouth, and the sun on the skyline slowly sank into the thick clouds, and the burning fire seemed to set the sky on fire.

Al often went to the roof of the hut by himself to look at the clouds in the sky or look at the towering volcano in the forest, imagining if the volcano would hide a monster like the Fire Demon and suddenly attack the town one day, and transform himself into a great hero who saved the world, preferably with the enemy, and then said a tragic farewell to this painful and lovely world.

Finally, their souls watched in heaven as the grieving people engraved their deeds on the monument to the heroes in the center of the town.

Sixteen-year-old children are always fond of fantasies, and Al often sleeps on the autumn night with the chirping of insects, and when he looks up at the stars in the black sky, he dreams unrealistically, is there really an angel in the clouds in the sky? Is there a lonely child like himself in the stars, looking at the sky in a daze? Sometimes one or two detached birds pass over his head and gently stir their wings, for fear of disturbing this lonely child.

Yes, Al is lonely, he has been alone since he landed into this world, like an island in the sea, like the loneliest blue whale in the depths of the ocean, with no friends and no one to listen to him.

Rewind the clock to sixteen years ago.

A weak moan came from a low wooden house in the corner of the old town, so weak in the whimpering wind. In the creaking old door, a pregnant woman with a big belly trembled on the small wooden bed, her fingers tightly pulled the quilt on her body, and her hoarse throat squeezed out a few words, as if she was shouting something, her eyes were wide open, and her blood was all over the place. I don't know if it was because of the pain or the heat, the fine sweat on her forehead and the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes intersected, and her hair was wet into strands of hair and drooped. The woman's anguish continued into the evening, but the sound of the rustling was eventually buried by a symphony of wind and snow.

The next morning, she was found in the window where the snow had faded, her life had long since been taken away by the snow, and her painful shape was like an old tree struck by lightning, and her fingers pierced the sky. The situation under the quilt shocked everyone, a young life was born in death, and the neighbors picked him up in the confusion, only to find that the little fellow's left hand seemed to have a large birthmark covering almost the entire arm, blood red.

His father, if one can call him a father, was an officer and soldier of the Green Valley Line Guard Regiment, who abandoned his mother on a rainy night. Years later, it is said that he joined the Green Valley Search Team and lost his voice during a mission. This humble woman did not dare to inquire about the whereabouts of the officers and soldiers, because in this remote area, soldiers were not allowed to have sex with local young women, and anyone who violated the law would be hanged.

But as the belly slowly grew bigger, the discussion of others was like a dagger poking at his body, she did not dare to speak out, in the face of everyone's contempt she thought about suicide many times, but for the sake of the small fetus in the womb that had not yet come, she endured the humiliation and burden, until the last moment of her life, this woman gave birth to a new life.

Although others spit on his mother as a slut, the former is overflowing with compassion for the baby. They took pity on the child's miserable life and loneliness, and almost every household in the town had shown him favors to a greater or lesser extent, especially the mayor of the town for the poor votes, and publicized the care he had given to the child. But the child's eyes never showed any gratitude to these givers, and even often showed disgust, and the actions of these people pierced his young heart deeply.

He hated to be treated like a beggar, he didn't want mercy, he knew that he was born "crippled", he didn't have the smooth and white arms of other children, he slowly understood his own background, from the mouths of children of the same age, from their laughter. He was not surprised, he did not cry, he was even calm like a pool of stagnant water, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Finally, one day people angrily tore off the mask of kindness, because the child almost beat a group of children who insulted his mother to death, and it was also on that day that his left hand with a dark red birthmark was mutated, and the red color covered his entire arm like blood, and the blood vessels and tissues wriggled under the skin, and the left arm seemed to change into a scarlet ghost hand.

The crowd of onlookers screamed for him, they cursed him, beat him with stones, and lost the last of his sanity as a human being, and at the moment when the red was about to spread to his eyes, he lost consciousness and fainted.

It was the first time he felt the fear of his left hand, the bloodthirsty that terrified him deeply, his soul being pulled out of his body, his body as if it were being driven by someone else.

A voice shouted frantically in his ear, "Kill them, kill them!" and from then on, he began to fear and loathe himself. In the face of bullying, he no longer dared to resist, only to avoid it from afar. He was afraid, afraid that he would fall into that state of confusion again.

However, this child could not escape the curse of fate after all.