Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 636: Flower of Blood and Bone: Bloody Plague VII
When the fourth sword-bearer in heaven said, "You need love more than I thought," the contents of William Ned's personal notes flashed through his mind.

——Ned's Diary——

My name is William Ned, and I was born in a poor town in a frontier state.

My father George and mother Mary were both addicted to alcohol, and the house was filled with the smell of alcohol all year round.

As their only child, I have been treated with indifference and violence since childhood.

……

I still remember when I was very young, our home was always filled with quarrels and fights. My father George's daily schedule was inseparable from the bottle of wine. He often got drunk and started to lose his temper when he came home. Although my mother Mary worked part-time in a restaurant, she could not escape the temptation of alcohol.

Whenever they drank, the house became a battlefield.

Once, when I was only five years old, I was sitting on the living room floor playing with building blocks that had been discarded by the neighborhood kids.

Father George came back from outside with a red face and blurry eyes, obviously he was drunk again.

He walked into the living room, took a look at the building blocks scattered on the floor, and his face immediately became gloomy.

"What are you doing?" he shouted, slamming the bottle down on the table with a loud bang.

I was so scared that I couldn't move and looked up at him timidly.

"I'm playing with blocks, Dad," I answered quietly, my voice trembling.

He came over, grabbed my arm and lifted me up from the ground.

"How many times have I told you not to throw things on the ground!"

He roared and threw me against the wall. My back hit the wall so hard that I almost passed out from the pain.

I fell to the ground, my vision blurred by tears, but I dared not cry out loud.

My mother, Mary, was in the kitchen at the time. She came over when she heard the noise, but she didn't comfort me. She just gave me a cold look, then turned back to the kitchen and continued to do her work.

What I read in her eyes was not care, but indifference and boredom.

…………

This kind of thing was common in my childhood.

My father, George, always got angry with me for the slightest thing and beat me with his fists and belt.

He didn't care how much pain I was in, or how scared I was.

Mother Mary never resisted, but just endured it silently, and sometimes even joined in when he got angry.

One time, my father got really angry after drinking because he couldn’t find his wallet and thought I had stolen his drink money.

In a rage, he turned the whole house upside down and finally found the wallet he had forgotten in the crack of the sofa.

Instead of apologizing to me, he just glared at me fiercely and pushed me to the ground.

I fell and my face was bruised and swollen, and my heart was filled with anger and...confusion.

[If they don’t love me, why did they give birth to me {The handwriting is scribbled and twisted, and the paper is full of wrinkles because of too much force}]

Later, I found the answer:
They are not worthy of being my parents!

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These early memories are like nightmares that can't be shaken off. The indifference and violence at home made me realize at a very young age that no one in this world would love and protect me unconditionally. The blood bond, in my opinion, is nothing more than an endless bondage and source of pain.

During those dark days, I often prayed silently in my heart, hoping that one day I could escape from this home, this place full of violence and indifference.

I dream that one day I will be able to break the shackles of blood and live a life no longer shrouded by pain and fear.

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As I grew older, I gradually realized that indifference and violence had become the norm in my home.

One evening, my father George came home drunk again. As soon as he entered the door, he saw me doing my homework at the dining table, and his eyes immediately became angry.

"What are you doing, you little bastard?" he said as he walked over and swept my homework book to the ground.

"I'm doing my homework, Dad," I whispered back, trying not to anger him.

"Doing homework? What's the use of that? Do you think you can change anything?" he sneered, then grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and took a big gulp.

At this time, mother Mary came in, saw the homework book on the ground, and said coldly: "You have made a mess of the house. There is not even a quiet place."

I felt helpless, but I was used to my mother's indifference.

[She never stood by me when my father got angry, but often watched from the sidelines, and even vented her emotions to me when my father was not around {this is a repetitive sentence that appears many times in the notes}. ]

Such violence and indifference make me feel completely desperate.

I started avoiding them and spending as little time at home as possible.

After school, I would go straight to the town library and not go home until dark. It was my only refuge, and only in the world of books could I find any solace.

My favorite book in the library is The Origins of the Family.

The future society described in it fascinates me!
Whenever I was beaten by my father or ridiculed by my mother, I would say to myself silently:

"William, you must escape and surpass all this."

This became my only belief, supporting me through those dark days.

The indifference and violence at home filled me with hatred and despair towards blood ties.

I long to break free of this bondage and create a future that is no longer constrained by blood ties.

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Due to my family’s poverty, I always wore ragged clothes and often had bruises on my body, which made me an outlier and a laughing stock in the eyes of my classmates.

I remember one morning, the weather was particularly cold, and I walked into the classroom wearing the old coat my mother gave me.

There were several holes on my coat, which made me look particularly shabby. As soon as my classmates saw me, they started to whisper and laugh at me.

"Look, what is he wearing? Just like a beggar!" a boy laughed loudly, and other students followed suit.

I lowered my head, tried my best to ignore their ridicule, and walked quietly to my seat.

"Hahaha, look how stupid he is!" the boy laughed, and the other students also laughed.

I held back my tears, quickly got up, packed up my books and stationery, and sat back in my seat.

The teacher walked into the classroom and saw this scene, but he just said a few simple words: "Don't bully your classmates, study hard." Then he started teaching.

……

When I was 17, I finally made up my mind to leave that violent and indifferent home.

I escaped from the frontier state to the bluegrass state.

This decision became a turning point in my life and completely changed my destiny.

Because I met him...

Corinius P. Bodfell II.

He ushered me into the Abyss of Awakening.

With his help, I was able to successfully get into a university in the Bluegrass State.

……

"William Ned, what do you think is human happiness?" Bodfy II asked me.

I answered without hesitation: "Break the negative shackles of blood ties and create a world without abuse and neglect. Every child can grow up in an environment full of love and support, have equal opportunities for development, and no longer suffer because of blood ties."

"William Ned, how will you deal with genetic talents and injustice?" Bodfell II asked again.

"..."

I looked at Bodfe II and was silent for a long time.

“You don’t know the answer, but because you know it, when you seize the opportunity, your philosophy changes.

Therefore, you only have one-fourteenth of it.

Holding the ribs of Osiris and the arrows of the boneworm, whatever you do afterwards will become a circle of borders. Whether you are the Lord of Blood or the All-Father of Man, as long as you can forge a border, you can do whatever you want. "

"Desire is the measure of all things. Do not be bound by the bridle of morality. Do what you wish, and treat who you wish."

After Bodfe II finished speaking, I silently took the object he handed over, and then, I couldn't help but ask:
"What is the happiness of mankind that you pursue?" "Human happiness is enlightenment, knowing one's destiny, and knowing what job one is suitable for and what to do..."

Bodfe II said:

"On the border of blood and bones, I will build a paradise for mankind."

I have begun to understand the existence of the border. It will be a world where everything is determined by genes.

Those who are enlightened are always happy.

……

After graduating from college, I successfully joined a top biomedical research team.

With my outstanding performance in gene editing and blood research, I have received high praise from my leaders and colleagues.

However, only I know that the deep-seated hatred and disgust for blood ties in my heart have been pushing me toward the path of the enlightened one in my heart.

I want to break the shackles of blood!

Although to outsiders it seemed that I had successfully escaped from that hellish home, the scars never healed.

I can't forget those years of abuse and indifference, and I can't forgive my parents for what they did to me.

……

One cold night, I returned to the home that made me miserable.

As soon as I opened the door, the familiar smell of alcohol hit my nose. Father George and mother Mary were still immersed in their own world as usual.

I stood there, feeling a mixture of emotions, hatred and an indescribable... emptiness.

“This is your life,” I thought to myself, “and it has never changed, and I have never regretted it.”

I walked up to my father and he looked at me with drunken eyes, a look of disdain on his face.

"What are you doing back?" he asked vaguely.

I didn't answer, but took the bottle of Swinton's blood from my pocket and looked at him coldly.

He seemed to sense something was wrong and struggled to get up, but it was too late.

I quickly injected the liquid into his vein, and his eyes instantly widened with fear and astonishment.

"What...what are you doing?" he asked tremblingly.

"You'll find out," I replied coldly.

Mother Mary also woke up at this moment, and when she saw this scene, she screamed in horror.

I didn't give her any chance and injected Swinton's blood into her body as well.

She struggled even more violently, but soon her body began to stiffen and her eyes became dull.

Over the next few hours, I closely watched their reactions.

Swinton's blood quickly spread through their bodies, taking control of their central nervous systems.

Their expressions gradually became empty, as if they had lost their souls.

I felt a sense of revenge. Finally, they also tasted the pain.

However, as time went on, the euphoria I felt inside gradually faded, and was replaced by a deep sense of emptiness and confusion.

I looked at my parents who were controlled. Their bodies were like puppets and they had completely lost their own will.

"Can you... hug me?"

They came to my side sluggishly, stretched out their hands and hugged me tightly.

I...seem...crying?
why?
Why cry?
Instead of bringing the expected satisfaction, my revenge plunged me into deeper loneliness and despair.

“Is this what I want?” I asked myself.

I suddenly realized that even if I took revenge on my parents, the pain I felt during those years could not be erased.

I felt surrounded by an endless darkness from which I could not escape.

I sat alone in the basement, looking at my parents' bodies controlled by the Swinton blood, and tears flowed silently again.

After revenge, I felt empty inside.

The pain and hatred still exist, just in a different form.

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{This is what was written before the diary was written, and it is also the first page of the diary}
Today is Christmas Eve.

A rare smile of joy appeared on my mother's face, as if it was because the boss gave his employees extra money today.

And I received the first gift since I was born, this notebook.

This is the first gift my mother gave me.

Moreover, another incident happened today. The house of wealthy Mrs. Selena in the next block was robbed. A hole was smashed in their floor-to-ceiling window.

When the police arrived at Mrs. Selena's house, the thief had already run away.

So, today, police officers from nearby neighborhoods came to the nearby neighborhoods and asked nearby residents if they had witnessed the appearance of the thief.

The police soon came to my house.

It's a rare day that my father didn't drink.

When questioned by the police, he answered all the questions with a slightly stiff expression.

Of course, due to frequent drinking, his facial expressions had long lost normal control.

If you are not very close to him, it is basically impossible to recognize his unique facial expressions.

In my eyes, my father's expression was full of loopholes.

The police did not notice anything unusual about my father. They questioned everyone, including me, in accordance with their duties.

They asked me if I had seen the thief's face.

I subconsciously looked back at my father.

His pupils showed a nervous look.

Yes, the thief was my father.

This is not my guess, this is what I saw.

Because, as a part-time milk deliveryman at the time, I saw my father running out from the direction of Mrs. Selina's house with a bag full of glass shards.

He also requisitioned my work bike.

My father knew that the police would come today, so he didn't drink. He was afraid that when he was drunk he would say something that he would regret.

Facing the police's questions, I answered with unusual calmness:
"No."

The father breathed a sigh of relief out of sight of the police.

Later, the police left.

It was a rare occasion that my father and mother didn't quarrel, and we spent together the quietest Christmas Eve in history.

After dinner, my father also gave me a gift.

It was a fountain pen—a Parker 51 fountain pen.

This kind of pen, this kind of gift, is totally incompatible with the financial level of my father who does not have a proper job.

I know where the pen came from.

However, I still happily took the Parker 51 pen.

Maybe it was a coincidence that the gifts they gave each other today were very well matched.

Pen and notebook...

In order not to waste this combination, I plan to record all important things using these two things starting today.

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