Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

People trapped in the cage of fate lack not only the ability to break free from the shackles, but also the courage to try to escape. When persecution becomes a habit, when oppression becomes natural, people will become puppets of a puppet show, at the mercy of the strings.

In the dilapidated old wooden house, the flickering candlelight that could be extinguished at any time outlined a taller figure and a relatively petite figure.

"Let's run away, no matter where we go." A soft sobbing female voice came from inside the house, "He will die..."

"Escape? Where can we escape to?" She was answered by a hoarse voice that sounded old and weak, "Just us?"

"But Feng shouldn't be tortured like this, he will... This is the thirteenth time he has asked us to kill him..."

"You think I..."

The voice was about to speak but stopped.

In order to prevent Qin Feng from committing suicide, he was cursed so that he could not commit suicide. For the Fengcao Army, it was easy to cast this kind of curse on life.

In order to get rid of the pain that kept repeating over and over again, Qin Feng tried every means to ask others to give him a quick death. But ordinary people didn't dare to pay attention to him, and how could his biological parents bear to do it?

What's more, Qin Feng must have been cursed to be almost immortal. How could a mortal kill him so easily?

As for escaping...

In the dim room, the already weak candlelight was blown out by the wind. Silence and stillness prevailed, making the already depressing atmosphere even worse.

"We will all die...except Afeng..." The pale and hoarse voice revealed a hint of hesitation.

"But...at least we tried..."

Even ants try to survive, so how many people would choose this path when they know they will die miserably in the future? Escape, and escape under the noses of the Abundant Army.

Everyone in the Fengrao Army knew how important Qin Feng was. They allowed Qin Feng to return home every few months because they were not afraid that he would disappear.

So many methods have been deployed on him that even the top brass of the Fengrao Army can’t count them all.

The resistance of the weak is like an ant trying to devour an elephant. In fact, the elephant doesn't pay any attention and tramples the ignorant ant to death.

Qin Feng's family's escape plan hit a dead end from the very beginning.

Countless pursuers swarmed in. In this land completely controlled by the Rich Army, any hiding and escape was just futile.

It was raining heavily on the day of the escape, and the muddy road was fatal to Qin Feng's family. A lot of energy was consumed in the process of avoiding the pursuers, and walking on such a muddy road made the already bad situation even worse.

They were soon overtaken.

Forced into a desperate situation, there was a cliff thousands feet high behind him.

Qin Feng, who was only five years old, instinctively hid behind his parents, but even with his impaired mind, he knew that freedom did not belong to him. The thought of continuing to live in agony made him a little crazy, but he did not have the slightest thought of committing suicide.

Whenever I had the thought of committing suicide, it would be wiped out by an inexplicable powerful force.

He wanted to "die in battle" many times on the battlefield, but even the blade pierced his heart and he didn't die.

Now he longs for death, but death is so far away from him.

Qin Feng's family retreated again and again. Perhaps God wanted to help them and gave them the kindness they deserved, because the wet and loose mud collapsed, and the family of three kept falling.

Perhaps the only good news is that they won't be captured by the Army of Plenty and transformed into immortal fighting machines.

No one knew how long they fell, but their fate came to an end the moment they landed.

Qin Feng originally thought that he could die like this, but the fact was, even if he fell from a cliff thousands of feet high, it was only excruciating pain, but it could not take his life.

His parents were smashed into pieces and washed to pieces by the torrential rain.

It was as if his already terrible fate was shattered to pieces.

Qin Feng struggled to get up painfully and tried to use his "omnipotent" healing method to save his parents. But the dead cannot be resurrected, and the divine power that could save anyone with a breath left was defeated on the person he wanted to save the most.

He was able to put his parents' bodies back together, but he could not bring back their souls which had vanished into the sky.

Having experienced so much pain, he had become somewhat accustomed to the excruciating pain all over his body. He tried his abilities over and over again, and witnessed his futile failures over and over again.

The heavy rain never stopped.

But Qin Feng, with disheveled hair, seemed to be unconscious as he kept trying. Qin Feng, with bloodshot eyes, finally collapsed due to exhaustion. The pain all over his body seemed to no longer stimulate his nerves.

The only feeling he had was the bitterness in his heart.

That chronic illness that others seem unable to understand.

Before he completely passed out, Qin Feng only felt that his brain was empty. It seemed that at that moment, he had lost everything, whether it was the meaning of living to this moment or the meaning of how to live in the future.

The impact of the heavy rain was not limited to this. The Fengrao Army conducted a carpet search of the dark bottom of the cliff, but the heavy rain greatly affected their search progress.

The hunting party suddenly launched a surprise attack on the hinterland of the Fengrao Army, and needed a large number of Fengrao troops to support them. The Fengrao troops who were ordered to hunt down Qin Feng were forced to leave and participate in the war.

Everything happened to come together in a joking way, and the search for Qin Feng came to an end.

I don’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, but Qin Feng did not return to the life that made him miserable, but fell into another endless abyss.

It was several days later when Qin Feng woke up again. The light that pierced his eyes made him clearly aware that he was still alive, but his body could not feel anything at all.

I don't know how long the stench has been lingering around.

Qin Feng looked blankly at the bodies of his parents which had turned yellow and smelly. He stretched out his hand as if to grab something. After a moment of melancholy, he clasped his hands together and prayed non-stop.

The dampness of the rain exacerbated the rot and allowed painful memories of the past to take root.

He knew that no matter what he did, what had happened was irreversible, there was no turning back in life, and there was nowhere to go forward.

After praying, he buried his parents' bodies here and looked up at the thousand-foot-high cliff with lifeless eyes, as if he wanted to engrave all the surrounding scenery in his mind.

This went on for who knows how many hours, and he just stood there like a wooden sculpture.

When it gradually darkened and the surrounding scenery was engulfed in darkness, his eyes regained a little color, as if he had figured something out at this moment, and he limped away from here.

"I'll be back, but not now."