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Chapter 21 - Zhong Kui, the Demon Queller

In the West, there are heroes who stand radiant before darkness—St. Michael with his burning sword, Perseus bearing the severed head of Medusa, saints who drive away monsters by the grace of heaven.

But the East remembers a man who was not chosen by heaven at all, and it was that rejection that made him divine.

His name was Zhong Kui.

He was born with a scholar's mind and a monstrous face—eyes too fierce, jaw too wide, his brilliance caged behind what the world called a curse.Yet he studied, and he dreamed.When he came of age, he passed the imperial examinations with unmatched grace, but when he stood before the emperor, the courtiers gasped and recoiled. "Such a face cannot serve the throne," they said, so his name was struck from the record, his glory denied.

That night, beneath the cold lantern light, Zhong Kui tore the silk of his scholar's robe and took his own life upon the palace steps—his last act, a defiant bow to the injustice of men.

But death, it seems, saw him differently.The King of Hell, moved by the fury and dignity that clung to his soul, raised him not to paradise but to power. "You were rejected by the living," the dark god said, "but you will protect them all the same."And so Zhong Kui rose again—garbed in black, sword forged from shadow, eyes burning with truth that no mortal could bear to see.

He wandered the earth at the edges of dreams, slaying the demons that fed upon human sorrow. In the fever of the dying, his shape flickered in the smoke of oil lamps. Once, a spirit whispered to him, "Why do you guard those who cast you out?"He paused, and for a moment, the fire in his eyes dimmed."Because I remember," he said, "what it is to be unworthy—and still long to be forgiven."

It is said that when thunder rolls in summer nights, his laughter echoes across the rooftops, and the demons scatter to the wind.

For he is not a god of perfection, but of defiance; not a saint, but a reminder—that even the rejected may become protectors, and sometimes, the truest light is born from what heaven refused to see.

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