The Real Tresure

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|We demons are a unique breed compared to the rest in how our society functions. As far back as I remember, the survival of the strong has been way stronger in our society than any other. My father died for being weak; the weak only exist to serve the powerful, and if one day they are deemed useless, then it's up to heaven what fate befalls them.

Same was the case with my father. After losing him at a young age, I soon lost my mother as well to the cruel and insatiable master. Things have been quite different ever since the new king took the throne, but that's only a very recent change.

I essentially grew up all alone, just trying to get by, managing to not die__|

"I really don't wanna hear this shit..." the seer complained, standing near the soon-to-be corpse of a demon.

"Shut up!" Liu yelled, prompting the head to continue the story.

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