In a small town in Kazakhstan, a boy was born. From birth, he was skinny, physically weak, and completely talentless. His appearance was striking: red eyes, black hair, vampire-like fangs, and a black mole under the lip on the left side of his face.
Because of this unusual look, people in Kazakhstan found him repulsive. No one accepted him as a friend. On the contrary, whenever the other children played superheroes, they always gave him the role of the monster or villain. The other kids would form a superhero team and shout, "Let's defeat the monster!" while throwing stones at the weak boy. They would beat him with rocks, claiming "We defeated the monster!" and bullying him brutally.
Even though he was constantly bullied by his peers, the weak boy remained silent. The other children didn't even see him as a human being. They mercilessly pelted him with stones, injuring him.
When the boy's parents found out about this, they rarely allowed him to go outside.
However, one day the weak boy wanted to play outside and left the house. But when he reached the street, none of the children wanted to include him in their games. They shunned him and chased him away.
The weak boy returned home. As soon as he entered the house, he saw blood on the floor. His father's hands were covered in blood, and he was staring at the boy with terrifying eyes.
The weak boy trembled in fear and asked in a shaky, frightened voice:
"Dad… what did you do?"
His father, Rasul Duysenuly (currently 42 years old), replied in a cold tone and with a cold voice:
"Yes, I killed her… I didn't like how she acted like some kind of heroine. She was always talking about protecting the weak… pushing her worthless ideology. She got what she deserved."
The weak boy stood there in shock, silent and terrified.
Rasul continued:
"I've hated people like her my entire life… I can't stand them."
After a brief silence, Rasul spoke again:
"Come on now. I need you for my experiment. It seems I only raised you for this… I'm going to inject you with the powerful strength vaccine I created. I'll test it on you first… and if it works, I'll use it on myself."
The weak boy protested desperately:
"No, no, no… Dad, you loved Mom… We… we were a great family… This can't be happening…"
Rasul:
"Family?… Huh, yeah… she was that to me once. But now… that concept is completely dead to me. You are now… my laboratory subject."
The weak boy, with a sad, cold expression and in a sad, cold voice, begged:
"No… I don't want this, please, Dad…"
Rasul shouted:
"Then… get lost!"
He grabbed the weak boy's arm tightly and threw him out of the house.