The Rise Of The Destoyer

Chapter 2

Many crocodiles were staying near the shore because the rain was very heavy. They only saw one figure being swept away by the fast current and ignored him, for whatever reason? Perhaps that was the luck of a little child who was still protected by the will of the Gods.

One fairly old man was still fishing in the middle of the heavy rain. He had been waiting a long time for a fish to bite and get caught on his hook. But he had already been there sitting in the cold for half an hour just to get a blessing to eat. And he saw that there were clothes floating, so he immediately pulled them in. However, he was shocked and sat down when he realized that it was a person, not a bundle of food. His heart was hesitant and he wondered, why was there a child’s corpse in the river? But his concern for others made him lift the little child’s body again and check the heartbeat by putting his ear to the chest.

"He’s still alive, I have to take him to the hut!" He left his makeshift fishing gear and lifted Han Nian’s very limp body, because he had probably swallowed too much water.

Not far from the river, the old man carried him into the hut and lit a fire to give warmth while pressing on Han Nian’s chest. "If you want to be my child, then live!" said the old man. When he finished speaking, Han Nian coughed and expelled quite a lot of water from his mouth. After that, he opened his eyes while regulating his breath.

"Thank you for your help, Grandpa!" The old man smiled. In his heart he wanted to adopt a child, but was called Grandpa first—what could he say. "Helping each other. Why did you end up adrift in the river? Luckily you weren’t eaten by crocodiles!" While speaking, the old man’s hands brewed plain warm tea for Han Nian to drink.

"I’m in a disaster, Grandpa. My family is gone and now I’m all alone, and on top of that I will become a fugitive," said Han Nian. He was worried for this benefactor of his, if the Han Clan found out. He would definitely be dragged into his problems.

"It seems you just experienced a great tragedy, my grandson!?"

"That’s right, Grandpa. My father and mother were killed by an elder from my Clan, and I jumped into the river hoping to survive!" The little child bowed his head with sobs that could not be held back when he saw the face of his mother who had been stabbed with a sword from behind.

"Can Grandpa take me to a place far from the crowds of the city? Whether it’s in a village or even in the forest, the important thing is we have to leave now."

"But your body is still weak!"

"I don’t have much time, Grandpa. I’m sorry for troubling you so much," he said again with a sincere plea.

The old man himself was moved in his heart to help again. "Alright, we will go down the river by boat. Climb onto Grandpa’s back."

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The boat was rowed without stopping all night long without knowing the direction, while following the water current that carried them toward the great river. In the middle of the river, the wind blew very fiercely, pushing the wooden boat to the shore until it was destroyed. Fortunately, both of them jumped before the boat struck a large rock. However, misfortune struck the old man: when he jumped from the boat earlier, his head hit a rock, causing bleeding.

Han Nian did not realize it. He swam with survival ability helping the old man who was no longer moving. He struggled to pull him, not only hindered by body weight, but he also did not have enough strength. Luckily, thanks to the push of the river waves becoming help for him until they reached the shore.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Han Nian shook the body of the grandfather whose name he still did not know while calling out, but he was confused because there was no movement. He tried to examine every part of the grandfather’s body and his eyes widened when the hand he placed on the head found blood. Refusing to believe it, Han Nian lifted the grandfather’s head and placed it on his lap, then checked properly, and indeed he found that the head was cracked open. Even a breath could not be heard, even in the smallest measure.

"Oh God! Why is my life so painful!" shouted Han Nian while staring at the bright sky. "Why?" was heard faintly, his head bowed, tears returned to memory and fell without being able to be held back. Two tragedies experienced consecutively and unexpectedly. The young man then fainted after crying too long and running out of energy to hold on.

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The news of the deaths of Patriarch Han Long along with his wife and also his child who committed suicide because he did not want to bear the burden of disgrace, since it was found out that he had embezzled finances for the recovery of his disabled child, spread quickly. That was also a trick ordered by Han Rui, so that everyone would quickly believe that even a person who looked good could slip because of wealth.

Even so, not many believed that news, so there were some people who came to visit the Han Clan to see the current condition. However, something unexpected happened: instead of holding a funeral ceremony, they were holding a party.

"This is very outrageous. Is that how a great clan behaves?" There was no sadness felt, nor loss seen on the faces of everyone in the Han Clan, as if they had never lost a member of their clan.

"Today we feast to welcome the prosperity of the Clan. After this, we might hold a territorial expansion. If anyone opposes, eliminate them!"

"Long live Patriarch Han Rui!" Cheers were heard, laughter adorned the beauty of the night for those who were enthusiastically feasting.

Meanwhile, on the seashore, a human child began to blink his eyes, raising his right hand to hold his head that was still a little dizzy. His left side helped his body to sit up. Han Nian cast his gaze in all directions, but did not find the grandfather who had helped him earlier. There was only the remains of blood on his thigh, which meant that all that incident was real.

"Where did that grandfather go? Was he swept away by the waves that pulled him into the great river? Forgive me, Grandpa! Because of me you experienced this fate. If you hadn’t met me, maybe you could have still lived for a few more years. I can’t even bury your body."

The young man began to stand. He was very hungry this time. Ever since he no longer had power in his body, that thirst appeared and attacked his stomach area. While holding his aching stomach, he walked to find something to eat.

"It seems this is an uninhabited island! Where should I look for food?" Without realizing it, his footsteps kept moving away from the beach. Seeing a coconut tree, his thirst grew, but what could he do? The strength needed was not there.

"How truly miserable your fate is, Han Nian!" The little child pitied himself. He took off his upper shirt, then rolled it around his right hand and his left hand, then convinced himself that he could climb that coconut tree. The spirit to live in the middle of nowhere for the sake of revenge was a necessity. If there was no spirit, how could he possibly turn things around.

"I must be healthy, strong, grow bigger, and above all have a sturdy physique. If fate truly cannot let me have Qi again, that is no longer a problem. What matters now is having physical strength that can compete with any realm," he kept murmuring until he shouted, "I, Han Nian, will surpass the limits!"

After that, he ran, jumped, swung the cloth in his right hand and caught it in his left hand, and quickly he climbed.