I am the perfect existence!

I asked myself, when did I start thinking so arrogantly? Praising yourself for being perfect sounds crazy and ridiculous. I always smile confidently, despite all the negative emotions directed at me.

Are not...

Not that I want that.

Since when exactly? Since when was I infected by that man's thoughts?

Ah... I'll try to relive the process that made me like that.

"AAAAHHHH!!!"

The situation happened so suddenly, the instructor suddenly punched me hard on the chin, and in just a moment I bit my tongue off. I lay writhing, in pain, bright red blood flowed from the corner of my mouth.

My face contorted, my eyes looked in shock at the instructor and my father.

Dad's cold eyes looked straight into mine, they were like sharp blades that could take my life at any time. I know how cold and cruel he is. Because I had seen how he handled someone who betrayed him, I was very scared. But I believe that my father still has a certain limit. That's family.

Everything was wrong, my father stepped closer, his cold eyes looked straight down at me in pain, he finally opened his mouth and said:

"Rokusuke, I don't care what you think of me. If you want to become the perfect heir to the Kouenji Group, prove it with actions and results. If you don't want to die, then become perfect as I wish. I always have other heirs to take your place, Rokusuke."

Those cold words still echoed in my ears, they repeated countless times in my mind, a feeling of disappointment and sadness filled my soul. Something inside me felt like it was being torn apart.

In the end, my father let me stay on Perfect Island, a deserted island suitable for my physical and survival training. Besides physical training, survival, and combat skills, I was also taught academically.

At first, I felt like I could keep up with the progress of the training, but gradually, the difficulty continued to increase. I started to not be able to keep up with the exercises. I vomited blood, cried blood, and my ribs were broken. Every night, I have nightmares about my father's training and words.

Without any time, I did not dream about those scary experiences, as day by day things became more serious. I have to find a way... I have to find a way to survive, if I continue and nothing changes, everything will fall apart.

My life...

My birthright...

My mother...

If I fail then everything will disappear, I won't allow that.

The perfect heir... to be as perfect as father wanted...

So how can I be perfect? People always have flaws, I... no, as long as I believe myself to be perfect.

A perfect existence would never care about the feelings of those lower than itself.

A perfect existence will never be dominated by emotions.

From then on, my achievements began to increase rapidly, and my instructors were amazed at this remarkable growth.

Until one day, when I was only eight years old, I was alone...

Standing among the instructors lying collapsed on the ground. In my hand was a wooden stick. I took advantage of the small body of a child to quickly dodge and defeat all the instructors.

This is the pinnacle, the ultimate perfection!

I started to believe that, but I changed my mind a bit.

I still think I'm the perfect existence even when I lose against a perfect opponent.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, White Room's masterpiece, the devil of the Fourth Generation!

A perfect existence that is the complete opposite of me.

If I choose to use emotions to motivate myself to become stronger. As for Demon Boy, he chose differently from me, he threw away all human emotions to awaken the monster sleeping inside him.

I lost to Demon Boy by a narrow score.

Until now, I cannot forget that indifferent and expressionless face of Demon Boy. I really don't know when we will be able to meet again.

I want to defeat you, Demon Boy!