Late autumn.

Dead yellow leaves swirl down from the sky, adding color to the stiff, rough streets.

On the mottled telephone poles, a few crows slashed their throats, but no one paid attention.

A dark alley somewhere in Golden City.

In the messy and discarded garbage heap, in the unbridled filthy and dirty water, there lies a scrawny figure.

Withered faces, shabby clothes, and mud-stained bare soles.

The figure was silent, as if its heartbeat had fallen silent.

It's just that in the hand on his chest, he is clutching a red and white ball.

The fingertips are white, and the green tendons are abrupt.

Suddenly.

The man's eyelids twitched, and with a rapid gasp, he sat up from the ground abruptly.

It seems that the eyes that have been covered with a layer of gray fog are full of confusion, and they gradually become clearer.

Memories are like a spring of poured water, wantonly impacting consciousness.

Sit for a moment.

Only then did I gradually understand my situation.

His name is Xia Yan, born in a poor family in Jinhuang City, his parents died early after hard work, he turned over the garbage, ate pickles, stole things, slept on the street, and was the most typical low-level resident in Jinhuang City.

Since birth, he has had only one goal, to live.

And now, the original Xia Yan is dead, and what he woke up again is an ordinary person from a distant world.

"Me, still alive?" With disbelief.

I looked down.

The dirt between his fingers, the jagged ribs that could be faintly seen, and the poké ball he held in his hand, which was a little stiff because of the exertion.

Through the transparent red glass, a petite yellow figure can be seen among them.

"Elven ......"

Whoa...

Suddenly, a drizzle fell from the sky, casting a veil over the city.

The raindrops slapped against the emaciated body, and the cold soaked into the bone marrow, taking away the little body temperature that was already left.

A biting chill swept over consciousness.

Xia Yan felt the cramping pain in his abdomen and the dryness of his lips.

And compared to these, the bone-chilling is what worries him the most.

He reached out and took some rain water and put it in his mouth, slightly relieving the parchment of his mouth.

"I need food, shelter, and warm clothes."

Xia Yan knows very well that with his current state.

The weak body can't withstand any grinding at all.

Even if it's just a rain.

"Big brother, that kid just ran here......"

Suddenly.

The subtle sound passed through the thin rain curtain and reached Xia Yan's ears.

Followed by a few hurried footsteps.

Xia Yan squinted his eyes, struggled to support his knees, and staggered to stand up from the dirty water, the soles of his feet soaked in the water gradually lost sensation and became stiff.

Under the rain curtain, three figures came from far and near.

Da Da Da ......

Treading the rain.

quickly passed through the hazy water vapor and appeared in front of Xia Yan.

Led by a fierce man, with a hideous scar on his face, his fierce gaze seemed to be about to eat people.

When the swept gaze fell on the Poké Ball in Natsuhiko's hand, the greed became irrepressible.

"Big brother, it's him!" The dogleg next to the scar man looked arrogant, pointing at Xia Yan, his narrow eyes flickered, and the depths of his eyes were full of greed.

This scarred man Xia Yan knows.

It's a gangster who wanders on this street, because of his fierce methods, he acts quite arrogantly, and he is the leader of some gangsters.

But at the end of the day, he's just one of the people at the bottom of Golden City.

For those of them at the bottom of the pack, the only way to change their fate is to get an elf and get into the profession of trainers.

Trainers are the mainstream of this world.

Elves, on the other hand, are the hardest fists in this world.

Without elves, they are always just a bunch of fierce people who want to survive.

And now, Xia Yan has a Poké Ball in his hand!

Click......

The scar man clenched his fists and walked towards Xia Yan with a fierce gaze.

With his current weak body, he can't withstand this kind of fist sharpened by years of fighting.

No words, no words.

People like them, whether it is grabbing land or food, it is reasonable to have a hard fist.

Xia Yan knows this.

Looking at the scar man who was getting closer and closer, he tightened the Poké Ball in his hand.

This Poké Ball is a hot potato, but it is also an opportunity to change his fate, and it is also the only thing he relies on at the moment.

The mouth opens slightly, and as the Adam's apple squirms, the foul-smelling and irritating air is inhaled little by little into the lobes of the lungs.

Hold your breath.

Enjoying the burning pain in my lungs.

Pressing the button on the Poké Ball, with a red light, the Poké Ball opened, and a petite and earthy yellow, segmented body, with spikes on its head and tail, and seven pairs of pink gastropods, appeared between the two.

Unicorns.

Very common elves.

To the trainer, it is synonymous with weakness, and to the common man, they are social and poisonous, and they are a presence in the forest that cannot be provoked.

Such a weak elf, not even as big as Scar's fist, and it was not favored by the trainers, but it became a fragrant bun in the eyes of the low-level residents.

Seeing the unicorn, the scar man was startled at first, and was soon covered by greed.

Desire can distort a person's perception.

"Do you know what kind of elf this is? Do you know how to command elves? ”

His expression was tyrannical and his voice was fierce.

Trainers are not only those who have elves, but also need corresponding theoretical knowledge, understand the abilities, habits, and personalities of elves, and know how to command them to fight and exert their due strength.

In the eyes of the scar man, a person like Xia Yan has almost exhausted all his energy just by living, how can he understand the elves, let alone command the elves to fight.

Even if it's a very common unicorn.

Xia Yan had a cold face.

Through the memories of his predecessor, he has understood that this world is indeed an elven world, but it is not the utopian elven world of "hello, I am good, he is good" in his impression.

Here, human beings are buried in the mouth of the vicious elves, and it is not a few to cherish the elves to become the food on the table of human beings.

There is no absolute friendship between people, there is more deceit and intrigue.

In his previous life, he was not a good person, he had experienced social beatings, and he was well versed in the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

"Unicorn, spinning." Xia Yan said coldly, his voice weak but firm.

Hearing his command, the unicorn froze and turned its head to find the source of the sound.

The pair of small black eyes met Xia Yan's unquestioning gaze.

The little body trembled slightly.

The scar man was stunned at first, but when he saw the unicorn's reaction, his smile became more and more cruel.

He took a big step and rushed forward.

There was a faint fear in his heart, and he didn't seem to want the person in front of him to say anything more.

The calloused fist was getting closer.

But Xia Yan stood still and did not move, or could not move, but ordered again:

"Spit silk!"

Hiss –

Suddenly.

When Scar Man's fist was only a few inches away from his face, a white, seemingly thin silk thread quickly popped out and wrapped around his fist.

The scar man was startled.

He wanted to continue to exert himself, but found that the silk thread spit out by the petite unicorn worm tightly bound his fist, and it was difficult to continue to swing quickly.

Xia Yan took a step back, and the voice sounded again, so harsh in the ears of the scar man.

"Unicorns, poisonous needles."

Sou! Sou! Sou!

I saw that the sharp horns on the unicorn insect's head lit up with a purple halo, and several small poisonous needles glowing with cold light shot out and sank into the sturdy arm.

Suddenly, the scarred man's face turned red, beads of sweat the size of beans poured out of his forehead, and on his arm that had been hit by the poisoned needle, circles of purple quickly spread and swelled.

Poisoning.

The toxin spread rapidly, and the scar man staggered and fell to his knees in front of Xia Yan.

With the current ability and toxin of the unicorn insect, it is not dead, but there is no doubt that it will lose its mobility.

The two dogs behind him saw that this was wrong, and they wanted to run away.

But I heard Xia Yan's leisurely voice coming, "Run?" ”

The footsteps of the two stopped abruptly, and they turned stiffly, with a flattering expression.

"This big brother, no! The trainer ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xia Yan, "Money, food, clothes, or death, choose one." ”

The weak body reveals an unquestionable coldness.