Chapter 1 The Disgusting Waste

MacIntyre was betrayed by his wife, Selena, and his sister, Marissa. His father was brutally killed, his family estate stolen, and he was locked in the attic, suffering endless humiliation. They cruelly gouged out his eyes, broke his legs, and took his kidneys. In his darkest hour, MacIntyre unexpectedly gained enlightenment from a holy witch and unlocked the Eye of Zeus, giving him a chance to be reborn. MacIntyre vowed to take revenge and clear his name, but he soon discovered an even more horrifying secret behind the sisters' actions. Now, with the Eye of Zeus, MacIntyre returns, ready to begin his path of vengeance. 1 "Disgusting waste! You only know how to waste food. Get out of here now!" In the attic of Gomez Manor, Selena, dressed in a black evening gown, whipped MacIntyre viciously. The unhealed scars on his back showed this wasn't the first time she'd tortured him. MacIntyre curled up in the corner, the heavy chains on his ankles scraping against the floor with a harsh sound. Selena whipped him again, tearing the skin on his face. "Cat got your tongue? Hmph, mute and crippled. What a waste!" MacIntyre endured the pain and looked up. He had one eye gouged out, and one side of his mouth was slashed, leaving him barely recognizable. "This is my home." "A waste like you has a home? Don't think that being chained makes you a dog. In my eyes, you're not even qualified to be a dog!" Selena laughed wildly. "You're no longer the master of Gomez Manor. The whole estate is mine, including your life." "Don't dream that anyone will come to save you. Keeping you alive is just to harvest your organs. You should be grateful I'm not disgusted by your filth." MacIntyre frowned, enduring the excruciating pain as he stood up. Despite having a leg with the kneecap removed, he refused to live like a dog any longer. Five years ago, to escape from enemies, Marissa, bedraggled and with her disabled sister, Selena, appeared at the manor's garbage dump. Marissa, with her stunning looks, had survived by selling her body. MacIntyre's mother had died early, and his father was immediately attracted to Marissa. Marissa became MacIntyre's father's mistress, but to secure her position further, she sent the naked Selena into MacIntyre's room. Feeling pity for Selena, MacIntyre didn't harm her. He cared for her and announced to everyone that he would marry her. But a year ago, an unprecedented storm collapsed the manor's wine cellar, injuring MacIntyre and killing his father. Marissa then revealed her true colors. She had Selena seize the entire estate from MacIntyre and publicly declared that MacIntyre had become a vegetable due to grief. To make things worse, Marissa, to cure Selena's disability, personally removed MacIntyre's kneecap and an eye cornea. Since then, MacIntyre became their tool for making money. Within half a year, he lost a kidney and three ribs. To prevent his escape, Selena broke both his feet and chained him with the thickest chains. "Not satisfied? I'm right here, come on!" Selena sneered, spitting on MacIntyre's face and tossing aside the whip. "A crippled, blind waste, can you even run?" Selena had suffered abuse, beatings, imprisonment, and even rape from her father. If not for Marissa killing him, they wouldn't have survived. But over the past year, Selena's mind twisted, taking pleasure in inflicting the same tortures on MacIntyre, reliving her father's sadistic satisfaction. Poor MacIntyre, now struggling to stand, was starved and cold, his body pushed to its limits. "You're just a waste of food. You should've died with your lecherous father in the wine cellar." MacIntyre trembled, his clenched fists creaking with rage. He didn't want to continue this painful existence. Smack! Selena never expected that the usually submissive MacIntyre would slap her hard, the sound echoing throughout the attic. Selena's eyes widened in shock. She touched her cheek, seething with rage. "I'll kill you!" She lost all sanity, grabbing MacIntyre's hair and dragging him across the floor, leaving a trail of blood. Not satisfied, she wrapped the whip around his neck and kicked him hard in the stomach as he tried to grab it. MacIntyre's eyes rolled back in pain, losing the strength to resist. Selena ground her foot into his face. "Enough, stop this nonsense. He'll really die if you continue." Marissa, with an air of elegance, entered the attic. The strong perfume on her white dress made MacIntyre cough. Though in her thirties, Marissa maintained herself well, looking only slightly older than her younger sister, Selena. "Why are you here?" "You're making too much noise. I can't even enjoy my coffee." Selena released her grip, glaring at MacIntyre. "This waste is only good for wasting food. We should just kill him and feed him to my dogs." Marissa covered her nose with a handkerchief and shook her head. "He's still useful to us. If he dies, we'll have trouble." "Sis, the manor is already ours. What are you worried about?" Selena wanted to argue, but Marissa silenced her with a cough. "Listen, don't act on impulse. Make him some chicken soup to replenish his strength. After all, he's still the heir of this manor and your husband." "Fine, I'll cook for him myself!" Selena's lips curled into a cold smile, her mocking tone making MacIntyre shiver. As soon as Marissa left, Selena dropped her smile and crouched next to MacIntyre. "I almost forgot you're my husband. Since you're so useless, you should die early to save my reputation!" With that, Selena grabbed MacIntyre's hair again, dragging him to the door. His screams echoed throughout the manor. "Milu, clean out the attic and turn it into a dog kennel. My dogs can't stand the smell of this waste. As for him, throw him down the mountain to feed the wolves." The servant Milu quickly brought a broom, but turned away to vomit at the sight of MacIntyre's bloody body. "See that? You waste, you make people sick!" Selena walked downstairs in disgust, blaming MacIntyre's blood for dirtying her dress. Milu called a few grooms to stuff MacIntyre into a sack and loaded him onto a carriage. They took him to the cliff's edge and kicked him off. That night, a raven flew up from the cliff, its claws tangled in shredded sackcloth. MacIntyre didn't die. He was caught on a dead tree branch on the cliff. Refusing to give up, he used sheer willpower, his hands bloody and exposed to the bone. Finally, under the moonlight breaking through the clouds, he lay on a ledge halfway up the mountain. His vision blurred with blood, his limbs numb, he seemed near death. "God, is this my fate?" "I saved them out of kindness, but they want my life. Tell me, what did I do wrong?" Caw~ A vulture circled above MacIntyre, landing on the dead tree, its eyes filled with greed. "Can't wait anymore? Come on, eat me!" MacIntyre roared in anger, his neck veins bulging, a final protest against his unfair fate and a mockery of his past kindness. As more vultures gathered, MacIntyre sensed death approaching. He was exhausted, unable to make a sound, even breathing felt like a luxury. Finally, he closed his eyes in despair, accepting his fate. At that moment, a witch with a staff appeared beside MacIntyre. She looked him over, shaking her head in disbelief. "Injured this badly, how is he still alive?" "Never mind, feeding them would be a good deed. Rest in peace." The witch sighed in pity, waving her staff to summon the vultures. Cough cough~ MacIntyre suddenly coughed. The witch hurriedly shooed the vultures away and crouched down to check on him. His bones were intact, and he still had a heartbeat. One eye glowed with a mysterious blue light. The witch stepped back in shock, dropping her staff. "The Eye of Zeus!" "Is this God's will? It can't be wrong. In that case, I can't let him die."