Chapter : 1 .
What is it like to be born in a world where the price of a human's blood is worth millions? I was born in such a world. It was the day I turned 9 years old. My mother came into my room to get me and said, "Hen Sahi, son, let's go. Today is our turn. Your father and I are taking you somewhere today."
Without thinking much, I went along with my mother and father. Walking along the path, my father began to speak, "I am certain my son's blood will be the best." Hearing this, I got a little scared and asked, "Listen, Dad, where are we going?"
He replied, "Son, today we are going to a sorcerer in this city. When a child turns 9, that sorcerer checks the child's blood and reveals what kind of power lies within it that will assist us in the future. If your blood has the power to save others or protect this world from monsters, you will become a government official, and your name will rise to great heights in no time."
Suddenly, my mother spoke up, "That's enough! What will you do if our son's blood has no such power? You start hoping for too much ahead of time."
"Hey, why are you talking like that? Just watch, our son's blood will be the best of all," my father insisted.
Listening to their conversation, I became a bit anxious and asked, "Listen, Dad, will I have to give my blood for it to be checked?"
My father laughed and said, "I know, son, you are afraid of needles and getting hurt. That's why your mother and I haven't let you feel any fear or let a single drop of your blood be drawn until now."
Hearing this, I thought to myself, Yes, it's true that I haven't been given any pain or pricked with a needle yet. Then I said, "But today I will be pricked by a needle, right? Because my blood has to be checked today."
Dad replied, "Oh no, son, we won't let you be pricked. That's why we are taking you to a sorcerer today. He will simply hold your hand and sense the power of your blood. So, there is no need to be afraid, son."
Hearing my dad's words gave me a little relief, but then he added, "Yes, you won't be pricked once, but if your blood truly has a great power, then a single drop of blood will be drawn from you every day—just one drop, and you won't even feel any pain from it."
My mother interrupted, "Don't you think you are telling our son a bit too much? Was there any need to tell him this right now?"
"Hey, if I don't tell him today, then when? If my son's blood power makes it into the Top 100 today, his blood will become extremely precious. Its price will reach millions, and we will become wealthy!"
"How can you talk like this in front of our son?" my mother scolded. Then she turned to me and said, "Son, Hen Sahi, don't pay attention to your father's words; he just keeps saying anything."
Listening to my mom and dad, one thing became very clear to me: my dad only cared about my blood; he didn't care about me at all. I asked him, "Listen, Dad, what if there really is no power in my blood?"
As soon as I said that, my father got angry and shouted, "If you speak such nonsense again, no one will be worse than me!"
"Hey, why are you getting angry at him? He spoke the truth. If there is no special power in his blood, it won't be his fault. He is our son. Even if there is no power in his blood, we will still love him," my mother defended me.
"Only time will tell if there is any special power in my son's blood or not. Now, keep quiet," my father snapped.
After a while, we reached the sorcerer's laboratory. Many children were there who had just turned nine. A maid standing near the sorcerer said, "Please, all parents, come one by one with your child to have their blood checked."
When the first family went in, the sorcerer asked the child his name, took his hand in his, and said, "Congratulations! Your son's blood is fit for use in wars against monsters, and it is very precious. Only one child in a hundred is found with such blood power."
Hearing such words about that boy from the sorcerer, my father's patience began to break, and he started tapping his foot rapidly.
Now it was the second family's turn. The sorcerer asked the child his name, held his hand, and said, "No, there is no power in your son's blood. It is useless; it's of no value."
Hearing this, the child's parents said anxiously, "This cannot be! Please, try one more time. His blood has power; he is not useless or incompetent."
"My estimation is never wrong. There is truly no power in your son. Now, please leave, otherwise, we know how to use force, and other families are waiting too."
That family left in great disappointment. Now it was the third family's turn, which was a girl's family. The sorcerer held the girl's hand and spoke with shock, "I can't believe it! There is such power in her blood! Parents of this child, listen to me—her blood has the power to create medicines that can even revive a dying human! This is incredible, and it's very rare. Her blood power ranks in the Top 5. Many congratulations to you; your child's blood is very precious. She will easily find a place in the Top 5 among government officials."
This time, my father's patience truly snapped. As soon as that family left, it was our turn. My father grabbed my hand and led me quickly to the sorcerer. My father went to him and said, "Now, hurry up and check my son's blood too."
Seeing my father in such a rush, the sorcerer said, "It seems you have no patience at all. Sit down calmly; I will check your son's blood right now."
We sat down in front of the sorcerer. He said to me, "Son, what is your name?"
"My name is Hen Sahi."
Then he asked, "Are you really nine years old?"
Hearing this, my father spoke angrily, "What kind of question is that? If he wasn't nine, why would I bring him to you?"
The sorcerer replied, "I didn't ask you; I asked your son Hen Sahi. And looking at you, it seems you are very impatient. So, son Hen Sahi, are you nine years old?"
"Yes, I am nine years old."
"Very well. Now, place one of your hands in my right hand. I will check right now to see what power lies in your blood."
Then, trembling with fear and thinking about what my father would do to me if there was no power in my blood, I placed my hand in the sorcerer's hand. The sorcerer closed his eyes and held my hand for a minute.
When the sorcerer didn't say anything for a whole minute, my father said with great anxiety, "Hey, what's the matter? A minute has passed, and you haven't told us anything."
Right then, the sorcerer's hands began to tremble. He became terrified and fell off his chair. Everyone was shocked to see the sorcerer in this state.
My dad, seeing the sorcerer's condition, asked in panic, "Hey, what happened to you? What did you sense in my son's blood that made you so scared?"
Then, the sorcerer said fearfully, "This cannot be... this child's blood is... Sinister."
What was it in my blood that caused the sorc
erer to declare its power as sinister?