Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: Chapter 530: Rong Ye’s Despair

For a brief moment, Rong Ye stilled. But his breathing remained ragged, his eyes still filled with despair, as the silence that followed grew heavier than anything before.

So much had been given to him.

And he had turned it all into nothing.

Perhaps... he truly was useless.

He had nothing to offer. Nothing at all. Except for a face that others praised, a hollow shell that meant nothing in the face of true strength. And what use was that? In this world, beauty could not protect, could not fight, could not avenge.

It was worthless.

Just like him.

The thoughts came one after another, relentless and cruel, each one sharper than the last. They echoed in his mind, growing louder until they drowned out everything else.

His body leaned forward slowly until he was fully slumped on the ground. His vision blurred as his eyes began to sting, the tears gathering before he could stop them.

And then, without warning, the past came rushing back.

He saw his father.

He had been born late, when his father was already old. An unexpected child, one that should not have been cherished as much as he was, but his father had loved him deeply. Even with his aging body, that man had always been there, his presence warm and steady, his gaze filled with quiet affection.

He had been his father’s treasure.

The one most dearly held.

But that warmth did not last.

The memory shifted, turning cold and suffocating. His father’s body lay still before him, unmoving, lifeless. No matter how much he shook him, no matter how many times he called out, there was no response.

His lips trembled as the scene replayed itself mercilessly. He did not remember his mother clearly, she had passed away when he was too young, leaving behind only faint, fragmented memories. But his father... his father had been his entire world.

He had brothers. There were many of them, but the distance between their ages had kept them apart. They were strangers more than family. Only his sixth and seventh brothers had been close to him, along with his uncle, his mother’s younger brother, the man who had never taken a mate and had instead devoted himself entirely to their family.

That man had loved him like his own child.

Had protected him.

Had stayed by his side.

And yet, even that bond had been shattered.

The truth had come out slowly, cruelly. His father had not died a natural death. He had been killed... by his own son. By Rong Ye’s elder brother.

The memory twisted painfully as it continued. One by one, his brothers had begun to die. It had been so obvious, so painfully clear that even someone like him could see it... someone was hunting them, eliminating them one after another.

And his uncle had known.

That was why he had taken Rong Ye and his seventh brother and fled the city. They had run without stopping, chased like prey, always looking over their shoulders, always waiting for the next attack.

He still remembered that back.

Old, slightly bent, yet unyielding.

His uncle had stood in front of them again and again, shielding them from danger, facing enemies without hesitation. That frail looking figure had carried a strength Rong Ye could never hope to match.

Until the day it all ended.

That final moment was carved deeply into his memory. His uncle standing before him, taking the fatal blow meant for them. Blood spilling, staining everything, as that familiar voice urged them to run.

And then... silence.

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