Back two years ago, Rick, or Owen, escaped the pursuit of the Majin and recovered from his injuries. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After he left Saint-Sia, he began his life of wandering.

The demon world was so big, but no one could talk to it, and the fear of loneliness, emptiness, and emptiness began to gradually occupy Owen's heart. He tried to resist, he wanted to take off his mask to deal with others, but whenever they saw his face, they would show a look of disgust and quickly leave.

Owen had no choice but to put on a mask again and embark on a lonely journey. Every time he walked alone on the barren yellow earth, he would wonder why he wanted to continue to live, even the people he loved the most hurt him, what else was worth guarding in this world.

He thought about killing himself, but the moment he held the hilt of the knife in his hand, he felt the fear in his heart, and he had no choice but to save his humble life that no one cared about, and continue to live on this bleak land.

In those days, Owen didn't want to live idlely, he always wanted to find the value of his existence. Gentleness, perhaps synonymous with Owen, he likes animals and hates violence since he was a child, and he is also very friendly to people and things, and there will be no royal family in front of commoners. So at that time, Owen's thought was to help those in need as much as possible as long as he was alive.

But no matter how strong Owen is, hitting a wall again and again will eventually disappoint him. That day, Owen was walking down the path of a small village, still wearing a mask, a tattered shirt, and an earthy yellow scarf. As he passed by a house, he saw a little girl climbing a tree trying to pluck a small crimson flower from the tree. Seeing this, Owen stopped his hurried steps, he pushed his mask with his hand to make sure it was wearing it safely, and then cautiously approached the small courtyard of the house.

Owen stood at the door of the courtyard and greeted him tentatively. The little girl smiled happily and waved her hand.

"Well, do you need me to help you pick that flower?" Owen asked cautiously.

"Really? Thank you! The little girl smiled brightly, and quickly climbed down from the tree and opened the small wooden door of the small courtyard.

Beneath the mask, Owen smiled for the first time in a long time.

However, the moment Owen's mask was hooked off by the branches, he despaired of his naïve desire to help others.

"Since I can't help you, since you all think I'm a bastard, then I'll be a bastard for you to see."

This is a turning point in his life, he decides not to help others anymore, but goes against his original good nature, resists the unwillingness of his heart, and completely disguises himself as a bastard.

Owen then changed his name and settled down in a slum street.

Life in the slums was not easy for Owen, and he was often scolded and beaten, but he was very happy about it, because people scolded him and beat him not because he was ugly, but because he stole or did something else.

Stealing basically became the guarantee of Owen's life at that time, but as his personality changed day by day, he became more and more bold, and robberies and brawls became his daily routine. However, this is not a long-term solution after all, and finally Owen was arrested in prison during a robbery.

Life in prison can be said to have had a significant impact on Owen, his values have changed as a result, and his personality has changed a lot.

Although I don't want to fight with people, violence in prison is synonymous with power, and whoever has power has power. Owen lives in this environment.

Owen was sentenced to ten years, which is not a short time, and when he thought that his fate was like this, God teased him again.

That's when Owen was locked up in confinement. The cramped room is only three square meters, and there is only a chair and a mirror in the room, the chair is used to rest, and the mirror is used for the prisoner to look at himself in the mirror to reflect. There were no windows in the room, and even the thick, rusty iron door that came in had only a small window for inquiry. Although the room was small, it was very bright, and it looked like there were magical appliances like lamps in the room.

Since Owen's right eye was gouged out by his wife, his left eye has also been affected, and by now, the situation has become very bad, and finally in the days that Owen has been locked up, his eyes have completely lost their light.

That day, Owen woke up from his dream, but when he opened his only left eye, he was shocked by the world before him.

It's pitch black! It's pitch black! It's pitch black!

"Blind!" The thought stimulated Owen's brain hard.

"I won't be able to see anything from now on?"

"This can't be!!"

"My left eye..."

Reason is getting farther and farther away from Owen. As all kinds of terrifying thoughts slowly arose in his heart, finally, he did not dare to face this fact, and lost his mind in the confinement room.

......

"What do I want these eyes for!!"

Owen reached out his left hand and gouged out his own eye.

"Ahh

The eyeball was pulled straight out of Owen's eye. His screams also lingered in the confinement chamber.

But as the eyeball dropped, it was not only unbearable pain that occurred, but also a strange sensation that spread throughout the body.

The heart beats faster, the blood flow increases, the green tendons are exposed, the whole body becomes red, and the power is felt flowing through the whole body.

"Ahh Owen's roar gradually stopped at this feeling.

"Magic ???" Owen covers his injured left eye with his left hand.

"This feeling! Strength?? ”

"What is this... The heartbeat is so fast.... It's pitch black in front of you... Magic..."

The feeling that he had not felt for a long time spread throughout Owen's body, and he immediately came to his senses after losing his mind, although he didn't dare to imagine that he could actually recover his magic power, but now this feeling on his body was indeed exactly the same as when he was able to use magic when he was young.

Owen endured the pain in his left eye and pondered.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and blindly wrote the most basic techniques in the air.

"Same feeling, same feeling.... The same feeling... Magic... Ha ha... Yes.. Hahaha! ”

"Haha, magic, magic, magic, interesting! Interesting! ”

"I, resurrected... Finally, I don't have to put up with it. ”

Owen laughed and staggered to his feet, then began to write the complex spells with his hands.

One operation after another was completed, and Owen's smile became more and more presumptuous, and even the pain in his left eye had been forgotten by him at this time.

"I remember... I remember it all... Oh my magic..."

"By the way, I have to restore my eyesight before the eyeball is necrotic." Thinking like this, Owen crouched down and groped around the ground looking for eyeballs.

......

Owen slowly opened his left eye, and after a blur of light and shadow, the bright world appeared in front of him again.

"It worked, it looks like the previous healing magic wasn't learned for nothing!"

This was Owen's first exclamation after the three-hour "operation".

"Bastards, you're dead!"

After regaining his sight at this time, Owen wanted to do the most - kill the two people in prison who took pleasure in bullying him.

"Oh! That's right, the scars on the face. Owen touched the scars on his face, then sat down in his chair and looked at himself in the mirror.

It was the first time Owen had taken a closer look at his ugly face.

"It's ugly!"

Unlike before, Owen smiled this time and happily mocked himself in the mirror.

"It's time to say goodbye to you, Scars."

"Otilia, your destruction of me is over now."

Owen looked at himself in the mirror and instead of treating himself, he began to count the scars on his face.

"Otilia, let me count how many cuts you've made in my face."

“1，2，3.....”

"17 knives, a total of 17 knives... Forget it, you're dead anyway! ”

Some memories of the past with Otilia gradually surfaced in Owen's brain, and he immediately sat up straight and shook his head, trying to shake off the nostalgia for the past.

Owen looked at the scar on his face again.

"Anyway, the one on my top bunk told me that the scar on my face was like a word, let me see what it looks like."

"One, two, three..."

"It looks a little bit like that."

Owen continued to look closely, he had never looked at his scar before.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted Owen's thoughts, and then the rusty iron door was opened, and a young warrior armed with a great axe walked in with a chain in his left hand.

Owen immediately stood up and subconsciously took a few steps back, but after being stunned for a moment, he directly stretched out his hands.

The warrior restrained Owen's hands with chains, then pulled hard. Owen suddenly stumbled and was almost pulled to the ground.

"The confinement time is over, I'm going to send you back to prison, be honest on the way." The warrior said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, yes." Owen agreed with a smile.

......

The iron doors of the prison were opened, and Owen was pushed straight inside.

"Don't make trouble next time, or hum!" The warrior looked at Owen with disdain, then walked away with his axe.

"Coming back?"

Asked absentmindedly in a cell with Owen.

"Ah, it's back."

"By the way, the last time you said that the scar on my face was like a word, what the hell is it!" Owen asked, picking at the scar on his face.

"I don't know, I don't want to look at your disgusting face anymore, I want to see myself find a toilet to take care of it."

Owen smiled and didn't reply.

"Yo, you've learned to laugh! You haven't laughed much before, has anything good happened? The cellmate sat up straight and looked at Owen.

"It's nothing, I just feel happy to come out of the confinement room..."

"Neurotic!" The cellmate turned his head a little unhappily.

"By the way, pay attention, the person you provoked last time may want to settle accounts with you, stay away from me when the wind is released, don't drag me in." The cellmate added.

Owen still didn't answer, and continued to pick at the scar on his face with his hand.

"Did you hear Lao Tzu speak?" The cellmate angrily stood up, grabbed Owen by the collar, and pressed him against the wall.

If it had been before, Owen would definitely have done something with him, but this time, Owen just smiled meaningfully, and the true killing intent revealed in his eyes directly stimulated his fellow inmates.

"Loose! Hand! ”

The murderous aura in Owen's left eye passed through the air, wrapping his fellow inmate tightly, so frightened that he immediately let go of his hand.

"Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu won't bother with you this time." The cellmate took a few steps back and sat down on the ground again.

Owen didn't say anything, and gently straightened his collar.

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