Chapter 6 Extra 1. Being despised, the first half of Mortarion's life
Mortarion stood outside the house, holding a scimitar in his hand, looking at the mountains in the distance obscured by poisonous mist.
On the top of the highest mountain, in the thickest poisonous fog, stood the castle of his adoptive father Nacre.
That bastard... his father... Mortarion had sworn countless times that either he would die or I would die.
Mortarion deeply feared and hated his adoptive father.
As long as he can remember, verbal abuse and abuse have been his daily routine. He was forced to complete impossible tasks, and was rescued by his adoptive father using his psychic powers when he was about to die.
When he was still weak, Mortarion was once asked to climb cliffs in acid rain.
Or fighting dozens of rock-corrosion dogs before you even learn to stand.
Or be thrown into a poisonous swamp and be torn apart by those witchcraft corpses that are rotten and full of disease.
There is no doubt that he was too weak and he failed at it all.
"Useless thing."
"You can only wail in the mud and let me save you."
"How many more times do I have to save you, a loser?"
his father said.
"One more failure and I'll break your neck."
But Mortarion never succeeded.
"You are a failed weapon, a freak, you are different from all the creatures here." "
You are a failure of my wizard experiment. I should have destroyed you right then and there."
"Forget it, a failure. You thing, your role is just to use it to fight other lords."
"Thank you for my kindness, my good-for-nothing son."
He wanted to kill him.
Mortarion wants to kill his father.
He swore countless times that he was going to kill him.
He swore when his whole body was broken, his lungs were torn out, and he was struggling tremblingly in the swamp; when his skin was peeled off by the acid rain and his chest was penetrated, he swore; when his limbs were torn off and nailed He swore as he struggled on the cliff.
He swore, he swore, he swore, he was going to kill him.
Mortarion's world used to be very simple. Get stronger, get stronger, get stronger, until he can stand on the top of Barbarus's most poisonous mountain, until he can remove his adoptive father's head from his body. until it is pulled off.
He wanted nothing more than to kill his father.
His world is composed of fighting, cages, anger, and fear.
In his countless fantasies, there were always only two endings for him, either he was weak enough to die in a fight, or he was strong enough to kill his adoptive father.
Apart from that, he had no time to care about anything else.
——Until those two strange bottom layers appeared.
Yes, his adoptive father wouldn't let him have contact with those bottom humans, they were the "bottom", a kind of living crop.
Before this, Mortarion had never come into contact with a human.
He doesn't know what "the same kind" is.
But when the strange little boy looked directly at Mortarion through the poisonous mist, Mortarion's world was instantly overturned.
He is a human being.
Mortarion is a human.
Hades and Typhon shattered Mortarion's little world, and they showed him a completely different world, one full of his own kind.
Even though this world is not perfect, it is fragile, crude, and rough.
The people were imprisoned in deep fear and were raised as livestock by the lords on the mountains. They were toys and consumables.
In them, Mortarion saw his weak self.
The one struggling with fear and insecurity.
But when he meets his kind, he is no longer weak.
He is Mortarion, he is human, and he wants to lead mankind to resist and
resist all this oppression and injustice.
They want to kill all oppressors.
Even if sacrifice is necessary, it will be done without hesitation.
If I were to choose one word to describe Mortarion seriously, then I would choose "resistance". Mortarion is a rebel, which is destined to lead to his eternal disagreement with his "father" who symbolizes "power and dominance".
Unless he himself becomes that ruler, he will never submit.
But to be honest, as a "father", Lao Mo is quite kind. He treats the Death Guard very well, excluding Typhon, the "filial son". He and the other Barbarus Death Guards can be said to be true fathers and sons. filial piety.
(Isn’t this one of the reasons why he is favored by his loving father...)
(End of chapter)