Seven Ancestral Gates

Chapter 1: Fate's Hand

"*Spits* What the hell is this!?"

A black-haired youth with spiky hair and pale skin exclaimed while spitting out fluids from his mouth seemingly exhibiting intense dissatisfaction.

"...What do you mean, I don't think I got the wrong one?"

Meanwhile, the recipient of the sudden outbreak of flying spit-like orange fluid, who was standing in front of the black-haired youth, asked a question with a confused and nervous tone without minding his face getting wet with backwash.

"It doesn't matter what you think, does it!? The thing I'm mad about is the fact that you took too long in buying this drink that it was already warm once you gave it to me. Unbelievable, even your hands when sweating can already contaminate drinks."

Hurling insult after insult, the black-haired youth kept on berating the silent student across him. Even the other students when seeing this, turned their heads away as to not look at the usual spectacle that happened mostly everyday between the two.

As no one in their right mind would willingly sacrifice their own safety and comfort to help another person. Especially if this said person was someone who was useless at everything except eating and sleeping.

This says more than enough about the person's character and status.

In the modern world, no one would help someone without expecting anything in return.

Those types of people are only found in fairy tales.

So it was only natural that not one student in this classroom offered a helping hand towards this someone that wouldn't gain them any benefits at all.

Instead, they only offer looks of pity, sympathy, and sometimes even relief seeing him.

Relief that because he was chosen to be the bullied instead of them.

With only the simple biased reason for being the lowest person in class in terms of looks, grades, wealth, and overall sociability with his peers.

As this might sound cruel, it is only natural nowadays.

Like the passing breeze, human beings are fickle-minded creatures.

They automatically stop seeing people lower than them as people.

At least, that's only the point of view of most of society.

This holds more truth in rebellious and confused adolescents, like this spiky-haired youth.

"I'm sorry Su Heng, there was a long line in the cafeteria so..."

*Kick*

"-Guhaa!"

While trying to explain himself, the round-shaped belly of the bullied student was kicked without prior warning, and the boy was knocked into the ground, landing onto his behind.

"I thought I told you I had enough of your excuses already!"

The overbearing tone of the spiky-haired youth was raised in anger while listening to the poor boy's excuses as he made a spitting gesture in the latter's direction.

'Like hell you did, you never told me those words. Besides, you were the one complaining about the juice in the first place, you arrogant bastard!'

The round-bellied teenage student screamed inwardly while directing a secretive and mocking gaze towards the one in front of him, while leaning onto the wall.

The words and grievances directed at the spiky-haired youth were obviously justified.

But these words were destined to never leave the bullied student's mouth. For when the moment that they did, all he would get in return was a large beating.