Chapter 1 Who Am I

At the Quantrill residence in Jadeborough, a young man in a wheelchair was snoring softly as he slept. His eyes were tightly shut, his head was tilted, and saliva was flowing out of the corner of his mouth, making him look like a complete fool. Suddenly, the young man's eyes shot wide open as though he had just woken up from a nightmare. His back was drenched in cold sweat, and he was gripping the armrest of his wheelchair tightly with both hands. He looked like he was in a daze as he panted heavily, and the last part of his dream was all he could think about. “You're the biggest obstacle in my plans, Osmond Lestrange! I'll make sure you suffer for the rest of your pathetic little life!” The person in his dream was gritting their teeth like they wanted to eat Osmond alive. “Who am I? I... I'm Osmond Lestrange!” The hazy look in his eyes slowly faded as an icy coldness took its place. Osmond Lestrange was an orphan before being adopted by Grady Lemar, who happened to be an old general in the fourth division of the Venisa Army. He grew up at the northwest border and had been trained by the military since he was a child. Osmond officially joined the army at the age of fifteen and obtained countless medals for his outstanding gallantry on the battlefield. At the age of twenty, he was promoted to Nine-Star Commander and led millions of soldiers in the northwest. When Grady died in battle at the hands of their enemies, Osmond avenged him by attacking them with his millions of soldiers and killing ten enemy commanders. Exhausted after the battle, Osmond collapsed and fell unconscious for a prolonged period of time. Unfortunately for him, some of his subordinates betrayed him by poisoning him while he was unconscious. That resulted in severe brain damage for Osmond, leaving him mentally disabled and paralyzed below the waist. A cold sneer slowly formed on Osmond's face as he recalled everything that had happened. Now that I've regained my memories, it's time to settle the score! Osmond slowly lowered his head and tried to get on his feet, but his legs were too weak to even move. Like a truly disabled person, he felt as though his legs didn't belong to him. Osmond tried feeling the pulse points on his leg with one hand while gently massaging his leg muscles with the other. “Oh, thank goodness... My legs are just suffering from mild muscular atrophy due to a lack of exercise and blood circulation. That's a very common issue for those who are bedridden for too long,” he mumbled as he assessed his condition. Given his medical skills, he could make a speedy recovery with self-treatment and some physical training. As Osmond glanced at the somewhat shabby state of the room around him, his memory fragments slowly pieced themselves together. Although he had been mentally disabled for two years, it didn't affect his ability to remember things. “This is the Quantrill residence?” Osmond muttered to himself. The Quantrill family of Jadeborough consisted of descendants of generals. Logan Quantrill, the patriarch of the Quantrill family, used to be revered by the soldiers for his achievements in the military. He had asked Grady many times to let Osmond marry his granddaughter, Constance Quantrill. Those from the Quantrill family had no idea about Osmond's rank in the military, but they believed in Logan's judgment and were excited about the marriage. However, not only did Osmond become mentally disabled after retiring from the army, but he was also paralyzed from the waist down and lost all ability to look after himself. The Quantrill family was hoping to improve their status in Jadeborough by riding on Osmond's coattails, but their plan was ruined. Disappointment, despair, and hatred were all that awaited them. As the descendants of the Quantrill family weren't ready to take over Logan's place when he died on the battlefield, their family's status and reputation took a huge dive. Naturally, the Quantrill family blamed it all on Osmond. They took it out on him throughout the past two years by mistreating and humiliating him in every way possible. Osmond looked away as he picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number he was most familiar with. “Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line sounded gloomy and firm, which gave it an air of authority. “It's me,” Osmond said with a hint of nostalgia in his tone. The person he was calling was Paul Hyams, the leader of his personal guards. Paul was an incredibly loyal and righteous man. Bang! A loud crashing noise was heard in the background. “W-Who are you?” Paul asked in a shaky voice. “It's me, Osmond,” Osmond replied after a brief pause. Paul fell silent for about ten seconds before yelling, “What the f*ck? Who gave you permission to call me? A crippled fool like you is unworthy of talking to me! F*ck off!” Paul's voice was still a little shaky despite how angry he sounded. He then hung up immediately after that, leaving Osmond completely stunned. Osmond's face was somewhat pale as he slowly put his phone down. As if my subordinates turning me into a mentally disabled cripple wasn't bad enough, my most trusted man, the leader of my personal guards, now treats me like this... Man, talk about betrayal... Osmond gripped his phone tightly as he mumbled to himself with a wry smile, “Heh... Human relationships sure are superficial!”