The Path of Vengeance: The Doomsday of the Malevolent Younger Brother

Unraveling Chaos: A Family’s Descent

After the episode at the Public Security Bureau, I harbored a faint hope that perhaps things might improve at home, or at the very least, that my parents would start to take Yang Lin's troubling behavior more seriously. However, the reality that unfolded was far bleaker than I could have ever anticipated. Far from showing any signs of reform, Yang Lin's conduct worsened, with school becoming yet another platform for his malevolence.

One harrowing afternoon, an incident occurred that left the entire school community in shock. Yang Lin, seizing a moment when no one was watching, slyly ignited the braid of a little girl sitting in front of him with a lighter he had concealed. The girl’s screams of panic as she attempted to douse the flames engulfing her hair were heart-wrenching. In her frantic efforts, she tragically stumbled and fell into an open cesspit beside the playground, exacerbating an already dire situation.

The girl was urgently hospitalized, suffering severe physical injuries and profound psychological trauma. To make matters worse, her father was the director of the local school board, a man wielding considerable local authority.

This powerful figure’s outrage quickly translated into punitive actions against my father. Given that my father’s role in the local government was intrinsically linked to the educational sector, the director leveraged his influence to terminate my father’s employment. This was a devastating blow to our already fragile family dynamic. Deprived of my father’s income, the financial strains on our household intensified drastically.

Following his dismissal, my father withdrew into himself, spending days on end locked in his room, his gaze hollow with loss and despair. Meanwhile, my mother became increasingly fraught, overwhelmed by the need to manage Yang Lin's constant destruction and the mounting costs of his actions.

Eventually, the cumulative pressures of life became unbearable for him. On a bitterly cold winter night, he quietly packed some belongings and left behind only a terse note: "I need some time to clear my head." That was the last time I saw him. Subsequently, I learned he had been found in a remote town, his mind unhinged, a shadow of the man he once was.

My mother was shattered by my father’s departure, yet she failed to grasp the root of the problem—Yang Lin’s conduct. She indulged him even more, perhaps in a misguided attempt to compensate for the perceived deficiencies in the rest of our lives.

Day by day, as I observed my mother’s relentless endeavors and heard Yang Lin’s laughter, I was consumed by a sense of impotence and despair. However, in the quiet of the night, the system’s relentless prompts and warnings resonated within me. I realized I could not remain passive; I had to act.

I began to discreetly gather evidence of Yang Lin's malevolent acts, documenting everything from his daily brutalities to the distress he inflicted on animals and people. I understood that thorough preparation was essential if I was to alter our grim reality. Simultaneously, I sought help in secrecy, desperate to find some form of escape—not solely for my own sake but for the sake of our fractured family.