In the rain.

Wearing ill-fitting clothes, kicking ill-fitting shoes, holding half a piece of bread in his mouth, and a petite earthy elf on his shoulder, Xia Yan walked out of the alley.

The unicorn worm's small mung bean-like eyes looked at the bread in his mouth, and quietly swallowed his saliva, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The ruthlessness with which Xia Yan commanded it just now, and the unquestionable ability, made it a little scared.

As if sensing its thoughts, Xia Yan took the bread, tore a piece, and handed it to the unicorn insect on his shoulder.

"Woo......"

The unicorn cries softly, blinking its little eyes, as if to ask, "Is this for me?" ”

Xia Yan gently touched its back, and on the seemingly smooth carapace, there were subtle fluff that could not be easily detected, and the unicorn insect squinted its eyes, looking very enjoyable.

"Eat, you did a great job." Xia Yan praised softly.

With food in my stomach, my throbbing stomach was finally relieved, and my limbs finally had some strength.

"Whew!"

Hearing him say this, the unicorn smiled happily, took the bread with the spike on its tail, and took small bites on its shoulder.

Unicorns are insect spirits that can feed only on leaves.

But if this is the case, the upper limit of this unicorn insect will not be much higher than those ordinary needle bees in the woods.

Energy cubes and elf food are of course the best choices, but now Xia Yan doesn't have such financial resources, and this piece of bread is his most valuable thing.

People say that the real affection is not to see how much he can give you when he is richest, but to see if he will give you half of the bread when he only has a piece of bread left.

The first time he came into contact with Natsuhiko's unicorn, his senses were not very good.

But at this moment, it felt Xia Yan's sincerity.

Eating bread, he gently rubbed his neck as a gesture of goodwill.

Elves are very simple creatures, with great power at the same time, the mind is not complicated, who is good to them and who is not good to them, the feeling is very clear.

At least the current unicorn insect has forgotten how Xia Yan looked at it before.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Xia Yan smiled.

I stuffed the rest of the bread into my mouth in one gulp, and not a single crumb fell from my fingertips.

He quickly adapted to his current status.

Maybe it's because of the rapid fusion of memories.

Grabbed a handful of money from the pocket of his clothes, which was "borrowed" from Scar Man and his two younger brothers.

Crumpled banknotes, a few coins scattered.

There are not many of them, only thirty-three in total.

But it is the one he has taken the most since he was a child.

It's just that for him now, it still seems a drop in the bucket for cultivating elves.

There were few people on the streets in the rain.

Xia Yan walked all the way out of the bustling city and came to a dilapidated house on the edge of the city.

The house is full of debris, there is a big hole in the roof, and there are a lot of dry straw piled up in the corner, which is where Xia Yan once lived.

Shabby, messy.

But it's better than rain.

Raise a fire.

Sit quietly in front of the campfire, allowing the flame to bring a touch of warmth to the cold body, and also to dry the clothes on the body.

The unicorn seemed to be very happy.

Crawling around on the ground.

Cautiously approaching the flames, curious about what the hell was hot and red, the tail approached, only to be burned, and the mouth was grunted aggrievedly.

But they quickly forgot about it.

A smoke ran under the broken roof, and the rain collected in the cracks in the house, and the unicorn worm stretched out its little tongue and licked the cold rain, shivering.

Then, as if thinking of something, he put his tail in the rain.

The coolness diluted the faint burning pain on his tail and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Woo......" groaned.

After doing this, it ran to the piled up stones, proud like a brave man who had climbed the peak, ran to Xia Yan's side again, sniffed the straw on the ground, picked up one, and took a bite gently, the taste must not be delicious, and quickly spit it out.

Newborn, it's like a curious baby, so curious about everything in the shabby room.

In the end, he was tired of playing, found a comfortable position in Xia Yan's arms, curled up and fell asleep.

Looking at the tired unicorn, Xia Yan smiled helplessly.

Rolled up a corner of the garment and gently covered it.

The unicorn unconsciously twisted its body and completely sank itself into warm clothes, and its eyes were closed, showing an arc.

Natsuhiko continued to look at the beating campfire.

The light of the fire flickered in his eyes.

He was thinking.

How to survive in this world, how to use your own advantages.

Back to the original world?

If there is such an opportunity, he will consider it, but since there is none, don't waste excess energy.

Again he looked down at the quiet unicorn.

A favorite phrase from the PM enthusiasts in the previous life flashed through my mind.

There are no waste elves, only waste trainers.

The unicorn insect is an elf with low race value, few skills, and weak combat effectiveness, and is even inferior to its close relative, the green caterpillar, at least it has the luxury of evolving into a fierce empty seat.

But it cannot be denied that it has a certain growth ceiling.

The final evolved form of the unicorn bee, the giant needle bee, also has a representative elf.

The big needle bee in the hands of Sakaki, the leader of Team Rocket, is typical of him.

Beat the king, the champion, that's the basic exercise.

Moreover, there is a hyper-evolution of the large needle bee, indicating that this spirit can have a higher upper limit.

But the ceiling of the elves is one thing, and the cultivation of trainers is another.

Cultivating an elf, especially an elf with a relatively low starting point like a unicorn, to reach the same height as other elves requires a lot of resources and the most correct method.

None of these are available to Xia Yan now.

It can't be said that there are none of them, at least in terms of cultivation methods, he has some ideas from the previous world.

And now the most shackling thing for him is resources, financial resources, and money.

There are only thirty-three yuan in his pocket, enough for himself and unicorns to eat for a few days, which is a problem.

So, after thinking about it for a long time, I finally came back to how to get resources.

In fact.

He has an easier option.

That is, let the unicorn worm grow freely, as long as it evolves into a large needle bee, it will have a certain basic combat power.

Unicorns have an extremely short growth cycle and can be said to be one of the fastest evolving elves of all elves.

Then take advantage of the evolved big needle bee to find an opportunity to subdue the elves that are easier to cultivate and have a higher ceiling.

It's just that in this way, the cultivation of the two precious stages of unicorn worm and iron-shell pupa is missed, and the final big needle bee is considered a waste.

A sprite in exchange for a greater possibility?

Perhaps, Xia Yan could have made this decision easily before, but now he looks at the unicorn worm curled up in his arms, full of trust and dependence on him......

He gave up.

"We're all at the bottom of each other's biological chains, but I don't think we'll always be at the bottom."

Gently stroking the unicorn, Natsuhiko made a decision.

Find a way to make money!

What's the fastest way to make money as a trainer?

As far as Xia Yan's current understanding of this world is concerned, it is a battle!

But trying to defeat others with a newborn unicorn worm with zero combat experience is tantamount to a fool's dream.

So he needed to change his mind a little.

I already have an idea in my mind, but only if the unicorn worm makes progress, at least not as a newborn elf.

The active mind consumes a lot of energy, and when it gradually calms down, drowsiness hits.

Holding the unicorn insect, leaning against the corner of the wall, taking advantage of the temperature of the bonfire, Xia Yan quickly fell asleep.

A rain, a broken house, a man and an elf.

The beginning of a story.