The legend of the clone behind the scenes of Naruto

There, he saw with his own eyes the secrets hidden in this orphanage, including the reselling of human organs.

"They are just a bunch of trash that no one wants. They are abandoned by this world. They are not needed by anyone. Even if they die, no one will care."

"People like them have no meaning in this world, and I give them a certain meaning. They bring value to me through death."

The gentle voice was refreshing, but the words he spoke made everyone present shudder.

Diavolo recognized the voice of the dean.

The dean looked at the child whose organs had been removed on the operating table, his cold eyes as if looking at a tool.

Diavolo lay under the car and saw the corpse on the operating table. He already had a certain understanding of this cold world.His face was expressionless, but he said secretly in his heart: "I'm not..."

The photo in his arms warmed his heart, and he firmly believed that his mother had her own reasons for abandoning him.

However, he also deeply remembered the dean’s words:

The greatest pain in the world is not being needed by others, as if being abandoned by the whole world!

That night, Diavolo set fire to the entire orphanage.

Conscientious and Diavolo hesitated for a while, but still chose to remind the children in the orphanage. In the end, they survived, while others were buried forever in the fire.

However, it was this move that caught the attention of a police officer.

The police officers who came to investigate the fire couldn't figure out why the adults didn't run out, but a group of children could.

Three days later, under the testimony of survivors, Diavolo entered a juvenile detention center to serve his sentence on multiple charges including intentional arson and intentional homicide.

Diavolo regretted that he should not have done so much. This incident made him understand the truth that people only need to pay attention to their own interests.

Ten years later, Diavolo has been adopted by a priest.

Ironically, the priest's church was built on top of that abandoned prison.

This is where Diavolo was born.

It's still the same island.

The deserted island at that time has now turned into a small village lined with green trees, singing birds and fragrant flowers. Many people have moved here and settled down.

The priest's reputation was not very good. He had been arrested many times and was investigated as a suspect in killing girls with arrows.

Diavolo knew that the priest was not unjust, but because no evidence had been found, he was allowed to get away with it.

According to what Diavolo heard, the priest originally wanted to adopt a girl, but because he was afraid of being gossiped about, he adopted Diablo.

He was fortunate that the priest's interests were relatively normal and that he had escaped danger.

After being adopted by the priest, Diavolo once again lived a slave-like life. He had endless work to do every day. Not only did he endure beatings and scoldings all the time, but he also often had no food to eat.

Only this time, Diavolo, who had grown up, no longer chose to endure it.

One night, Diavolo heard a girl's voice coming from the priest's room again.

He walked to the yard, picked up a shovel, and walked quietly into the priest's room.

The priest noticed the movement, turned his head, and saw Diavolo standing quietly behind him. He was startled, and then became furious: "You are going to die!"

The priest immediately stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to deal with Diavolo. As for the shovel in his hand, the priest just thought that he had just finished his work and didn't think much about it.

The next second, Diavolo used all his strength, raised the shovel high, and struck the priest on the head.

"You...ah..."

The priest did not expect that Diavolo would kill him, and the severe pain made him panic.

The shovel got stuck in the priest's skull, but for a moment, it didn't kill the priest.

Diavolo pushed the shovel down hard, the priest's skull shattered, and the shovel split open his brain unimpeded.

The priest knelt on his knees, and then his whole body fell to the ground, and the blood on his head flowed to Diavolo's feet.

"what--"

The girl on the bed reacted after seeing this bloody scene and screamed.

Seeing Diavolo's cold eyes, she wisely closed her mouth.

"Please, let me go..."

The girl cried, assuring Diavolo that she would say nothing.

"The human heart is the most untrustworthy thing. I won't make the same mistake twice."

He didn't want to be chased by the police again, and he wouldn't put himself in danger again.

"Close your eyes."

"Ah?" The girl was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing and immediately closed her eyes.

The shovel flashed with cold light, and the girl fell on the bed before she felt the pain.

A large amount of blood spurted out from her neck, staining the sheets red like a fountain.

A fire burned down the entire church.

In this dilapidated mountain village, there was no forensic doctor at all. The only two police officers came over to make a quick identification and determined that the deceased were the priest and Diavolo.

From then on, Diavolo became a ghost.

After that, he moved to a small town, and when he was desperate, he joined the local gang. In just two years, he killed his boss and successfully rose to power.

It was also that year that he met his father.

Late at night, Diavolo returned home exhausted after dealing with gang affairs for the day, and a man with pink hair was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

The two looked at each other and were stunned for a moment, because they looked so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

The man only asked Diavolo a few questions and concluded that he was his child.

Even after he knew that Diavolo was his child, he still took out the pistol from his arms.

Diavolo has made too many enemies, and he is the killer sent by others.

"Let me, as a father, give you the first and last lesson. Whether you are a gangster or a killer, it is the same. When you enter this line of work, you cannot have any emotions in your heart, because having emotions means having weaknesses, and having You cannot stand at the top if you are weak!"

"The reason I've never failed is because I've never had a weakness like I do now."

"boom!"

Diavolo knelt down and clutched his chest. He looked down at the wound, which was less than an inch away from his heart.

His heart was contracting violently, and the physical pain was far less than the pain in his heart.

The sound of gunfire attracted Diavolo's men.

"Goodbye!"

The man immediately jumped out of the window when he saw Diavolo's men breaking in.

Since then, Diavolo has never seen the man again.

He heard others say that the man died and was betrayed by the organization during a mission.

Diablo's heart did not waver at all when he heard the news.

When he was 18 years old, Diavolo finally found out about his mother.

The only clue he had to find his mother was a photo, for which he had been searching for ten years.

Wearing a meticulous suit, he made an appointment with his mother and met her in a cafe.

He hid behind a tree across the road from the café two hours in advance.

Diavolo kept staring at the door of the cafe until a woman who still had charm appeared.

She was wearing a blue dress, which was gently blown up by the breeze. Her long black hair reached her waist and was slightly messy. She wore light makeup on her face and walked into the cafe with a frown.