Man in Armor: I have all the abilities of E-General

I am a person without a "heart" because since I can remember, I have never seen the so-called relatives, let alone felt the so-called love and affection.

I grew up in an orphanage located in a remote mountain forest. My mother and I told other children about our orphanage since we were young.

We are abandoned children, children who are not loved by anyone, and "Mom" is the only one who "loves" us.

In my memory, "Mom" was a very scary person, although she was very beautiful and always smiled at every child, like an angel.

But that's just her usual self. She turns into a "devil" when she's angry and unhappy. I vaguely remember the first time she got angry.

On that occasion, three boys who were about my age verbally challenged the "mom". They said they had relatives and were not abandoned children at all.

After hearing this, the originally smiling "mom"'s expression suddenly became extremely terrifying, and her facial features were almost twisted together.

She reached for the scabbard she carried with her, then grasped the handle and pulled out a long knife, the knife flashing.

The tendons in the hands and feet of the three boys were all cut, and blood gushed out. Then the "mother" peeled off their skin alive in front of us.

The collars around their necks were tightened so that they couldn't even scream. They could only drag their bloody bodies and crawl in the opposite direction of their "mother".

Among those three boys, one was sleeping in the bed next to mine. When he saw me, he crawled towards me and stretched out his hand to me who was standing in the front row.

The pungent smell of blood rushed into my nostrils, and at the same time, I heard the sound of flesh and blood sticking to the ground. The combination of the two made me feel physically uncomfortable, and I subconsciously stepped back.

But he was pushed back by the person behind him with a smirk. After seeing this, the "mom" praised the person as a "good boy".

My eyes met the "bad boy" on the ground. What kind of look was that? In those black pupils, there was resentment, jealousy, pain, unwillingness, and despair.

It seemed to be asking me why I didn't save him? Why was I still alive and well, and why was it not me who died?

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His gaze was noticed by "Mom", and his outstretched arms and head were chopped off by the long knife in "Mom's" hand, and blood splattered on me.

I can’t remember what “Mom” said afterwards. I just stood there in a daze, my mind full of the image of the boy’s death and those pupils filled with negative emotions.

It wasn't until the boy's blood splashed on me, slid down my forehead into my eye sockets and blinded my eyes that I came out of that scene.

"Good kids" and "bad kids" are defined by "mom", and we are just numerical codes that don't even deserve names.

In this orphanage, all the children have no names and are code-named with numbers. There are a total of one hundred people in the orphanage, including the three who died. Our code names are from one to one hundred, and my code name is nine.

On the day when the three boys were killed by their "mother", it started snowing, but the time shown on the calendar was June.

But we didn't have time to appreciate the snow scenery because it was time to chop wood. This is what we have to do every day, whether it is snowing or raining, we have to chop wood.

In the snow, I struggled to swing the axe that was half a person's height in my hand. Five children stood behind me and looked at us. They were the "good kids" recognized by their "mother".

When everyone had finished chopping wood and were about to leave, the five "good kids" snatched the firewood from the five girls, who were not very old or tall, and then ran away laughing.

At this time, it was gradually getting dark, the firewood nearby had been chopped up, and it was too late to find a new place because the main force would not wait for them.

At this time, they looked at us with pleading eyes, but I left without looking back.

Here, "Mom" is absolutely right, and those "good children" are affirmed by "Mom", so no matter what they do, it is right.

The heavy firewood basket, the tired body, and the frozen face, that’s how I felt at that time.

When I reached the main entrance of the orphanage, I looked back at the team behind me, and those five figures swaying in the wind and snow came into my sight.

There were a few twigs in the firewood baskets on their backs, which should be all they could find during that time.

We walked into the orphanage and put down the firewood basket. "Mom" looked at the full firewood basket and touched our heads gently.

But when she saw the five empty baskets, "Mom's" smile disappeared. When everyone thought she was going to be angry, she turned and left as if she didn't see anything.

The next day, I and a few other kids were assigned to clean the wall, and outside the wall, I saw the huddled figures of the five girls.

They were dead, frozen to death, their bodies were stiff. In the weather in June, they should not have died even if it snowed for just one night. But when I saw the buckets of water next to them, I seemed to know why they were frozen to death.

Days passed, and when I was eight years old, there were only 10 children left out of the children of my generation, including me, and whenever there was a "bad kid", they would be dealt with.

The "mom" would bring a new child to fill that position, so the number of people has always been one hundred, and I don't know how many people have changed in my clinic.

The child brought here this time was a little different. She was mute. She carried a pen and a notebook with her, but the orphans here were basically illiterate.

Afterwards, she became our "teacher" under the arrangement of "Mom". From then on, the children in the orphanage had to study more in their daily routine.

This mute sister knows a lot of things. After class, she often draws the outside world on her notebook for us to see. She gives me a completely different feeling from "mom". Her emotions are very stable.

Even if they made mistakes, she wouldn't call them "bad kids" and they wouldn't be physically tortured, so everyone wanted to stay with her for a while longer.

Whenever "Mom" saw her being surrounded and asked questions, the corners of her mouth would raise a curve, but her eyes made me feel extremely cold.

The next day, "Mom" smiled and said to us, "There will be an exam every month in the future. The top three candidates will be eligible to be adopted and go out into the world with their future family."

Is this really the case? For the first time, I began to doubt "Mom".

Since then, every month three children with excellent academic performance were taken away from the orphanage by several adults dressed in black.

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye. At the beginning of the first and second months, the mute sister smiled as she watched the three children leave.

In recent months, the expression on the mute sister's face has become uglier and uglier. This time, she ran back without waiting for "mom" to speak.

My mute sister lived in my clinic. At night, I heard noises coming from the bed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that her bed was empty.

Her back was at the door, and I followed her secretly. She walked into "Mom's" room, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Mom" pulled my mute sister in, and I sneaked to the door and looked inside through the window on it.

"Mom" and the mute sister, one tall and one short, were standing by the window in the room, looking into each other's eyes. "Mom" looked at the mute sister playfully, while the mute sister subconsciously avoided "Mom's" sight.

Then the mute sister picked up a pen and wrote something on the notebook, but because the distance was too far, I couldn’t see clearly and could only analyze it based on what "Mom" said.

"Yes, I sold it. What's the matter? It's my child. I can sell it to anyone I want." Her movements were frivolous, as if she was talking about something insignificant.

Hearing this, the mute sister glared at her, then wrote a line of words on the notebook with a pen and showed it to "Mom".

"Hahahaha, you say I'm a beast? You are also my accomplice, do you think you are so good?" She laughed out loud.

Hearing this, guilt and grievance appeared on the mute sister's face, and she wrote quickly in the notebook.

"Being cheated? So what? I have the final say here. If I say you are, then you are. Hahaha..." She laughed even louder.

"I should be punished? Hahahaha... Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that!" She said the first half of the sentence with a smile, and when she said the second half, she turned into a "devil".

Her facial features were distorted by anger, and her pretty face became very strange. The next second, she stretched out her hand and hit her mute sister in the face.

Then, without waiting for her to react, "Mom" grabbed the mute sister's hair and yelled.

"Su Yuan, you still think you are a young lady? When your family was rich, I endured my displeasure and played with you. Now your father is bankrupt, and you are in my hands. Why are you still pretending to be noble?"

The mute sister shook her head, then wrote something in the notebook and showed it to "Mom".

When she saw the words on the notebook, she not only did not calm down, but became even angrier.

"I said you meant it, and you meant it. You stinking mute dared to talk back to me! You are very noble, right? I will starve you for three days and see if you are still noble or not!"

After hearing this, I hid immediately. After a while, the door was opened, and "Mom" grabbed my mute sister's hair and walked towards the cellar.

The cellar here used to be the place where "bad kids" were punished. "Mom" once let us go in and watch what happened to those "bad kids".

The next day, the children were disappointed because they couldn't see their mute sister, and they didn't work as fast as before. Seeing this, "Mom" said this.

"My dears, the teacher has only taken three days off due to health reasons. It doesn't mean that she won't be back, so don't be sad. Mom will be very sad when she sees it." She rubbed her eyes and her tone was tearful.

After hearing this, the children came forward to coax "Mom", and I also moved forward subconsciously. The last time "Mom" said that she was sad, several children stood there without moving.

And their bones should now be in the same cellar with their mute sister.

I lowered my eyes. Everything that happened last night, coupled with the way "Mom" looked today, gave me an answer.

In fact, I am a rebellious person. I doubt that "Mom" is absolutely right.

This idea actually came to me after "Mom" said that the top three students with excellent grades every month would have the right to be adopted.

"Mom" said we were abandoned children and we were here to be grateful to her.

But she also said that those who left here were "bad kids", and as far as I know, there is only one fate for "bad kids", and that is death.

If those who leave the orphanage are “bad kids,” why does the “mom” lie to everyone and say that being adopted is a reward?

At night, I found that the door of the cellar was not locked. After confirming that no one was there, I walked in with the dry steamed buns left over from dinner.

When I walked down the stairs, I found my mute sister chained up. She was sobbing quietly and didn't even notice anyone approaching the cellar.

Damp, dark, and cold, this is how I felt physically as I approached the cellar.

There are many bones, and many types, but the most common types are bones that are proportional to me, and these bones are all bound.