Lost

In a desolate area near the mountains, there is a village that is no longer considered a village, and a young boy on his knees looking at a family, a burned family. The boy is not conscious, he had fainted from shock.

The boy finally woke up from shock and regained his consciousness, the boy is Ivor.

"Why? Why!? Why!?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????" Ivor asked in a confused voice, a lost voice

Ivor looked around him, everything is burned to the ground. He could see to the edge of each side of the village, and he saw multiple dead bodies. Ivor looked at his parents and smashed his head off the ground multiple times.

"I am sorry Father that I was not here to fight beside you, I am sorry mother for not being here, I am sor... Sorry my sist... sister for not being able to protect you" Ivor once again fell unconscious from exhaustion and mental breakdown.

A few hours later Ivor woke up and carried each of his family's bodies to the plain grass outside the village.

"I will build you a fancy burial ground sister, mother, and father."

Ivor took out 5 stacks of yellow wood and started to craft a coffin for each of them, although the coffin was not the greatest it still would be considered a coffin worthy of a noble family member.

Ivor placed his family in each of the coffins and placed them down the holes he had dug out, then he buried them and putting a sign: Here lies my beautiful family, My dear mother Erica, My Warrior Father Leofstan and My dear older sister Lily.

Ivor then walked back to the village and started to bury each of the villagers one by one, he would find the old lady selling fruit and bread that he would buy from, he buried his own blacksmith teacher giving him a sign The great master blacksmith Smith, he buried everyone in the village but the only once that got a coffin was his family and a normal coffin out of wood was his master. everyone else was buried underground with a wooden pole giving a description.

Ivor thought he had gone insane having buried the Wei family but he felt better after putting the signs up saying The Wei family, a family of cunts. This feeling did not last long, Ivor looked at the signs and noticed there were over a hundred villagers buried, he knew everyone, he was meant to protect his family, give his family a new great life but he lost all of them, what does he do now?

Ivor had lost his soul, his eyes showed despair, he was lost, he wanted revenge but he knew he is too weak. The Wei family's foundation cultivator had died and he is a newly established foundation cultivator also he didn't know who did it, who knows they may be dead by now or caught by the authorities, what can he do?

*Ding

"Shut up!"

Ivor bowed towards his family "May my family reincarnate to a better life and may the villagers rest in peace, may Wei family burn in hell."

Ivor turned around and started to walk towards the forest and headed back to his cave. Ivor was sitting in his cave, then shattered the entrance of the cave burying him inside a dark place, next thing he knew he was crying, questioning why is this happening to him, why is he spared, and many what-ifs were asked but he knew these questions were worthless.

"I will repent by staying in this cave for at least 100 years creating weapons" Ivor made a firm decision on this

2 Months Later...

A group of men arrived at the burned village.

"Sir, we have arrived!" a young man in armor said looking at a middle-aged man in traditional clothes

"This Plain village?" asked the middle-aged man?

"Yes, sir"

"hmm, they are trying to agitate us," said the middle-aged man angrily

"Sir!" another man was running towards the middle-aged man was a soldier named Za Ti

"Sir, I found a grave yard at the other side of the village." Said Za Ti

"Who would make a graveyard for commoners, even noble families hardly bury their descendants." Answered the Middle-aged he had the name of Wu Long, he is the leader of this scout team.

Heading towards the grace yard Wu long noticed, there are over a hundred signs up, he inspected the signs and noticed that each wooden sign had a description of the person. The Kind Bread lady, Cheeky Boy, Arrogant but kind man, and then he finally got to a sign made of yellow wood and was shocked by the material used, with words carved in saying, My Dear Family...

"This wood is low-spirit grade material, who could waste such material... haa, this is a rare case and loss of family can make one ignore wealth." Za ti though while looking at the grave and the material.

"Listen up, don't think of taking anything out of this grave, it will give you bad karma and be bad for you future cultivation, the emotion between each word in these sign is too strong which could create inner demons for us." Wu long commanded and explained to the rest of the men around, to stop their desire also Wu long suspected have access to such material must be a strong cultivator.

"Yes, Sir!" everyone said in unison

"Sir, I found the Wei family." said a soldier

"Good, although they were weak, they were the mayors family, this is why we are here." said Wu long

"emm.. sir the description, is kinda... I don't know" said a soldier

Wu long looked at the sign and he felt hatred and mockery from it.

Wu long asked, "What is a Cunt?" this was a genuine question

"We don't know sir." answered a soldier.

...

Back at the cave, there was a banging sound and a mindless boy.

*Ding

This sound was ignored by the boy and continued to create spears and swords without carrying of the world, he didn't require to eat since the qi kept refreshing him and increasing his strength.

Ivor felt that he was getting close to mid-stage Foundation but didn't care and continued to create weapons. Ever since his family died he had not checked the system and used his emotions to create the weapons brainlessly just muscle memory, his cultivation had been improving stably but his mind is lost, he was still questioning the events of the past.

1 month later...

Ivor reached the Mid-Foundation stage however kept creating weapons, in 24 hours he could create 20 low-mortal weapons, 15 mid-mortal weapons or he could create 5 High- mortal weapons within 24 hours.

The first month he did low-mortal weapons, the Second month he did mid-mortal weapons, and the Third month he created High-mortal weapons but now he could start making low-Beyond grade weapons but he did not know this since he wasn't thinking of forging instead he thought of his family.

Each hit is either loss, hatred, confusion, joy, or pain these emotions affected the weapons conditions in different ways but he did not know, he was just a lost boy venting his emotions to weapons.