Demon Lord 3

After that, he checked the fees collected today in the billiard hall, saved them in his own resource library and went home. I asked curiously why the billiard hall gave him the money. He said that it was because he introduced those people, and he was now a shareholder in the billiard hall. Although he didn't have this before, the timeline for becoming bigger and stronger gradually accelerated, and he also knew this. He not only had shares in the billiard hall, but also quite a few shares. It had this kind of business in many places outside, and the place he went to was different each time. It was just that he loved playing billiards, so he came to play every day and play a few shots. This way, he could do it for free. After playing billiards, he went home and started moving things, helping his parents with work, and helped his sick mother back to the bed so that his father who had just returned home could have a hot meal. His parents looked at him and only praised him for being filial, while his mother tried to act out. In his previous life, he simply thought his mother's actions were due to her longing for his brother. But now, everything was ironic. His mother praised him for being filial, but then she tearfully said, "How wonderful it would be if my brother were still here." In his previous life, he thought his mother missed him too much, so she didn't mention him at all. Later, his mother said he didn't understand sibling love. His brother had been so kind to him, and he always felt wrong. Later, he didn't show much emotion towards his family and loved ones. His parents would probably be gone for the rest of the year, but was he going to change all this? Time passed, and he finally had enough. His mother cried and wailed, but she simply said she had to go study. His parents said nothing more, letting him close the door, knowing that he was old enough and could no longer control some things. He often sat in his room in a daze. I curiously asked him what was wrong. Didn't he have everything now? Why couldn't he change all this? He said he didn't understand why his family ended up like this, or if they were like this from the beginning and he just didn't know it. He really didn't understand if he had done something wrong, why this happened so often. He had always thought of his parents as good people, but now he realized that many things were wrong. Why did his parents miss his brother so much? They wanted to sell him off or give him away, and then they were kidnapped. Not only did his parents not think about finding his brother, but they took him far away to start a new life. But they always talked about how good his brother was and told him to remember his brother's kindness and find him. His parents didn't think about how to do it, but instead forced all this on him. He was just a child. In his previous life, he only thought that this was his parents' concern for his brother and that he hadn't done enough, so he worked very hard later. Even after his parents were gone, he didn't think about how to do it. He never forgot to look for his brother. As a result, he was exploited by those with ulterior motives in many things. He believed that none of this was supposed to be his original destiny. Before, he had simply thought his parents were incredibly kind. When they were ill and unable to move around, he'd rushed to do the heavy chores around the house, diligently studying and finding ways to earn money at school. In this life, he hadn't forgotten all that he'd done before, but now he'd slowly come to understand that his parents were inherently lazy, always hoping to avoid labor by relying on them, forcing everything they'd previously been expected to do onto their shoulders. He now silently endured it all. He had a healthy physique, and while the small amount of work wasn't much, it still made him feel uncomfortable. Later, he gradually realized that his parents' emotions at home were completely devoid of any real affection. Sometimes, they'd secretly argue, even coming to blows. He'd noticed his father working long hours away from home a few times before, but he'd kept quiet. Later, when his father died, he had even less time to dwell on it. Now, he could only describe it as ironic. After all, at home, he was a rather sarcastic presence, sarcastic about everything at home, sarcastic about the futility of his previous efforts in this world. Eventually, the two wounded souls slowly came together.