His father smiled.

"Come on, there's nothing to be surprised about. Don't worry, little monster, it's all for your own good. For your personal development."

Teyat's expression quickly shifted from shock to deep hatred.

Suddenly, he directed all his strength, all his anger, all his hatred toward his father. He didn't care about being torn apart by dogs; all he wanted was to kill that man.

Just as he was about to lunge forward with all his might, something pulled his right hand back, preventing his advance.

But still, filled with nothing but the desire to kill, he attacked and let out a wild scream.

"I will tear you apart, you bastard! I will rip your face off with my bare hands and feed it to the dogs in front of you, you filthy monster! I swear I will tear your face apart with my own hands!"

Teyat felt chained, his left hand violently swinging toward his father.

His right hand was held by something.

His entire being was focused on one thing: killing that man.

With veins bulging from his eyes in fury and his face bloodied, Teyat looked at what was holding him back. His right hand was tightly chained to a log.

While Teyat was unconscious, his father had tied him up securely and chained him, so he couldn't throw himself forward.

Teyat, like a dog chained up, sometimes fell to the ground, but filled with rage, he growled like a chained dog, got back up, and lunged forward once more.

Even the dogs were terrified of Teyat's horrifying state.

Meanwhile, his father watched him with sadistic pleasure.

Teyat's right hand was almost completely torn apart from pulling so hard, but he didn't care; all he wanted was to kill.

The dogs had already devoured more than two-thirds of his mother's body.

His father eagerly awaited the moment when the dogs would finish what was left of her.

Teyat was exhausted. He was worn out from slamming himself against the chains, from nearly destroying his right hand, and from everything he had gone through.

Did it matter? Did exhaustion matter? Did dying matter? Did suffering matter?

NO!

Was he tired? He didn't care because all he wanted with his entire being was:

To kill.

To die? It didn't matter because all he wanted with his entire being was:

To kill.

To suffer? It didn't matter because all he wanted with his entire being was:

To kill.

Teyat was like an uncontrollable monster, taken over by rage and hatred...

As he slammed himself against the chains and struggled against them, he kept shouting, "I will kill you, you bastard!"

The only thing he wanted and cared about at that moment was to kill the monster in front of him in the most horrible way possible.

Teyat was the embodiment of the saying, "To kill a monster, you must become a monster."

•

Seeing that the dogs were full from eating his wife's flesh and that nearly all the bodies were gone, Teyat's father tied them to the wooden post and walked toward Teyat with cautious steps.

Teyat was exhausted...

He was lying on the ground, his hatred had turned into pure fatigue. Blood was flowing from his right hand; it was almost torn apart.

His bones were visible...

He was on the ground, tired, but still glaring at the monster walking toward him with hatred and exhaustion.

Teyat's father approached him and gave him a cold look.

"I don't like that look."

Suddenly and violently, he stomped his foot on Teyat's head.

While giving Teyat a cold look, a sudden and genuine smile appeared on his father's face.

"We've reached the final rule, my dear student. Don't worry, this rule will be very useful in making you a monster, and it's quite simple."

Yes, Teyat was monstrous enough to be called a monster, but he wasn't a stupid monster.

And right now, he seized the moment.

Teyat took advantage of the opportunity, and with a quick move, he grabbed his father's leg with his left hand, which was free from the chains, and pulled it with all his might, causing his father to fall to the ground.

Now, his father, having fallen, was in a vulnerable position for Teyat's attack.

As soon as his father hit the ground, his leg fell right in front of Teyat.

At that moment, with all his fury, hatred, and terror, Teyat grabbed his father's leg and, with all his strength, opened his mouth wide and bit down.

At that moment, there was a cracking sound coming from his teeth, and blood was flowing.

Teyat had already internalized the phrase, "To kill a monster, you must become a monster."

His father screamed in agony and quickly pulled a knife from his pocket, stabbing it directly into Teyat's back.

But Teyat didn't care; he kept biting with even more pain and rage.

Teyat's sister, who was watching the scene with her mouth gagged, let out a muffled scream.

Teyat continued to bite his father's leg with all his strength using his left hand.

His father, in great pain, suddenly kicked Teyat's head with his free leg.

Teyat staggered back, the knife still embedded in his back.

This time, blood began to flow from his shoulder.

But blood was also pouring from his father's leg because it was too late.

Teyat had already torn off a large chunk of flesh along with the fabric of his father's pants.

His father, clutching his leg, screamed in agony.

Suddenly, as he looked at Teyat, his expression shifted from pain and rage to shock...

The father saw a broad grin on Teyat's face, a reflection of himself, with a piece of flesh and fabric in his mouth.

Teyat was laughing. With the fabric and flesh in his mouth, with blood streaming down his face, with broken teeth, he was showing a wide smile.

He had passed the point of madness.

Seeing this, his father's face twisted from rage and pain into fits of laughter.

"Well done, you little bastard! My efforts weren't in vain! OK! Now let me tell you the final rule to make you a monster like me!"

Ignoring the wound on his leg, his father suddenly stood up and released Teyat from where he was chained.

Lying face down with a knife in his back, Teyat was dragged by his father toward his sister.

His father brought Teyat right in front of his sister and then released the chain of the monster he had raised.

Suddenly, he grabbed a chair from the table, placed it where Teyat had been tied, and sat down.

Teyat's grin faded.

It was replaced by great fear and panic.

His father suddenly fired his gun into the ceiling.

"The name of the final rule is 'Painful or Painless."

When Teyat heard the name of the rule, he realized what was about to happen.

Though he had gone mad, he was not devoid of intelligence in this cruel world.

His eyes widened as he looked at his sister.

His sister, tears streaming down her face, shook her head, trying to say something.

"No, this can't be..."

His father suddenly shouted.

"I won't drag this out, you will kill your sister with the gun and your own hands."

And in that moment, Teyat, forgetting all his exhaustion, tried to run toward his father.

His father fired again.

"One more step and I'll kill you and feed your sister to the dogs. You know I'll do it."

He gave him a cold look.

Teyat froze in place, unable to move. He couldn't kill his sister, it was too much, unbearably cruel.

"I'm giving you five seconds to decide. Five, four..."

Teyat panicked, not knowing what to do. He was too scared to speak.

Teyat, who didn't believe in God, now prayed silently and desperately waited for a miracle...

"Three, two, one…"

Teyat stammered.

"The gun."

But God had already forgotten them…