Tranquil Fiend

When there is hope, there hides the disappointment

On a grand hall, there was a mortal boy.

There was hope, the hope of the weak.

But hope is as shallow as fear. Hope is equally shallow as fear.

On the other side of hope there lies the ancient disappointment. Higher you fly with hope, the fall of disappointment will be equally greater.

All these mortals full of hope were both pitiful and stupid.

It was the same with Nath Hua.

With some nervousness, with a shaking figure, Nath Hua was ready to evaluate his talent.

The wheel of fate symbolized heaven. It was rotating, heavenly light of hope and disappointment was rotating. It was truly a beautiful sight.

The air was violent, the light was extending to a height but it stopped.

The Light had not even soared to the sky but it stopped at 100m.

It was the sign of average talent. Nath Hua was speechless.

. . .

There was doubt inside him, he was questioning life, and he was truly devastated.

How could he, the great young master of the Hua sect, have an average talent?

The fall of disappointment was too much for him. He was a normal boy, who would not think highly of themself?

It was truly a human disaster.

At the same time he was the Hua clan's young master, how would he not consider himself to be great.

This was reality, he could not escape it, humans tend to suffer because their imagination is beyond them.

They suffer more in imagination than in real life.

Nath Hua had fourth-grade talent. An average talent.

The talent gap could never be made up for, it was too much for Nath Hua.

Before Nath Hua could even re-locate his thought, he was thrown back.

He landed on the ground After he was deemed to be fourth-grade talent he was already thrown.

This was the world, where once you show your weakness, it would be exploited.

There is no one to help you.

This is the abyss of life, the spiral of fear.

You can only rely on yourself and move on.

On the floor Nath Hua was there groaning in pain, in his misfortune people were laughing. Some felt pity but so what? no one even tried to help him.

This is what people are like, when you are in the sky they praise you but when you fall from the grace, they laugh at you, and they enjoy it to their heart.

After a few hours, Nath Hua was there depressed with countless others like him.

He saw his brother, it was his half-brother.

He was born from a concubine, he was looked down upon.

He even used to disdain and hate him. He could not help but mutter to himself

"Fezco Hua."

Nath subconsciously hoped that Fezco Hua would have fourth-grade or even fifth-grade talent.

No one would want someone else to be better than them, if they were they would feel hatred, envy, and other complex emotion.

Nath could not help but smile with disdain.

Fezco moved to the grand platform, just like Nath's turn the wheel of fate rotated.

But unlike Nath's the heavenly light soared through the sky it was like an immortal descended to earth.

Nath had a grim expression.

Fezco had second-grade talent. It was the first-second grade talent after 100 years.

Nath's heart sank more. He was on verge of being insane, inside him there were thoughts like

how could a mere concubine's son have second-grade talent?

How come I great Nath Hua not have second-grade talent?

How can I be inferior?

Nath Hua could not accept the reality.

It was indeed a harsh reality.

The mere concubine's son was on the grace but the honorable successor fell from the grace?

The concubine was just a trash mortal whom Nath's father had taken in.

The result was funny but quite ironic.

Nath Hua was on the floor kneeling down. He felt lifeless, it was like a man that lost his entire life.

Nath Hua could not escape.

In his mind all he was thinking was

"This must be a dream. How can this be real, yes it must be a dream."

Nath Hua could not accept it.

He fainted from exhaustion.