There is no real "fairness" in this world, and this is something that teenagers have known for a long time.

Some people are born with mortal abilities, and they can master the powers called "spells" by learning to let their talents blossom, while others are born with nothing - they don't even know the identity of their parents, and they have to struggle to survive at the lowest level of the city.

For the boy and the people around him, fate is extremely stingy. Maybe it does give people a chance, but it seems to be just for the sake of its pranks.

It's not easy just to survive, and in the more than ten years that the boy has lived in this world, he has seen more joys and sorrows than his peers. He and his fellow slum-dwellers had to work hard every day to make ends meet, and hunger and cold were a common occurrence.

Only sweatshops with no conscience will accept the work of these poor people of unknown origin, and most of them do not even have the opportunity to become a cog on the assembly line. All that awaits them is the sordid and despised status of beggars, thieves, scavengers, etc.

In the midst of each difficult day, something outside of life gradually takes root in everyone's heart - one of which is the widespread faith in the Holy Lord. Perhaps because the reality is too difficult, spiritual faith has gradually become the strength that sustains everyone in the slums.

This was probably thanks to the missionary who lived in the small missionary hall, and no one knew where the skinny monk came from, but he always brought them some material help every once in a while. Even dry brown bread and milk mixed with water. It was already a hearty meal for the inhabitants of the slums, and the preaching that came with the replenishment was always acceptable.

Everyone has the right to happiness, since God has given the concept of "life". So whether every day is negative or positive, live well. Only by enduring the torment and not falling will mortals have the opportunity to reach the throne of the Holy Lord.

The boys didn't know if what the missionaries were preaching was true or not, because they didn't even have the opportunity to go into the church and listen to the high priests. Since the missionary who had brought them had told them such a doctrine, the illiterate poor people had no choice but to believe him.

After all, most of them didn't care what the holy books said, and the poor people only cared about the food that would be distributed to everyone after his sermon. They are more attracted to things that fill their stomachs than clichés written in holy books.

Survive zài in a dirty shack. Surrounded by a life of poverty. Nothing is considered a "good" thing, and the occasional little accident will make them give up on themselves...... Ruthless and unreasonable to those who have no power. That's the world they're in.

He was nothing more than a powerless, weak, poor and ordinary man—a fact that the boy had already accepted. But he still didn't want to maintain such a predicament, and couldn't help but want to rebel against this fate and get rid of the fact that he could only live in the slums.

If it is to change his current life, he is willing to pay a qiē.

So when that preacher who had been helping them handed the serpentine dagger into their hands. He did not hesitate to follow his instructions - to send those sinful souls to the Holy Lord for judgment. At the same time, it also opens a new path for his own future.

In retrospect, the boy may have been selfish when he received this instruction. After all, the garrison had repeatedly grieved the boy and his companions, claiming that "for the sake of order in the city" had never considered their situation.

Since there was enough good reward to wait, and enough to justify his move, what reason was there for him not to take part in the operation? Without hesitation, he took the serpentine ritual dagger from the missionary, and at the same time laid an ambush in a fixed position to prepare for the attack, as he requested.

But he did not expect that this would be the beginning of a series of tragedies, and people sometimes think that they have made the most reasonable and correct choice. But I don't know that I have actually reached the worst end. If he had known in advance that such an encounter would occur, he would undoubtedly say that he would not want to do so.

Today was definitely the worst day of his life. Not one of them. Even the day he had been caught by the guards in the underground prison of the garrison for a failed theft a few years ago was not as bad as what had happened to him today—he was almost in despair.

But he couldn't stop, for he was in a worse situation than Curt had been in when he had been tracking him, and that he might have become a companion to the corpses lying in the pulpit. Although the corpses did once be his companions - while they were still alive.

The black-robed wizard followed him neatly, perhaps not as nervously as Curt was always there, but his presence undoubtedly made the boy feel an extraordinary pressure. The blood-stained black iron spears had been pulled from the corpse and slowly aimed in his direction.

"Why do you want to run away? His voice flickered far and near, as if it had penetrated directly into the young man's head, "You know, I'm very busy, wasting time on a mouse and cockroach like you, what are you going to compensate for?"

The black-robed wizard said that he didn't have time, but he seemed to have plenty of room for action. He's got everyone in this slum out of place, and no one cares where these Hanako go. The only chance for the boy to escape was to run out of the block and onto the main road.

The boy didn't answer, and he desperately tried to get away from the slow-moving black-clad mage as fast as he could. In fact, he was on the verge of crying, but the fear of death made him suppress the grief of his companions' deaths, and gave him priority to running away rather than weeping.

If the boy could run down the street, then he wouldn't be able to chase him in the crowd - so of course he wouldn't give the boy that chance. The nearby passage had long been blocked, and the path where the boy came could be blocked with just a few simple spells.

It may be that this vague sense of superiority made him feel a little bit of a cat playful mouse. Since this teenager is the last person to be dealt with, it is okay to spend a little time on him and let him die and struggle, and it will be considered an after-show.

He loved to watch humanity die in despair at the last moment of hope—nothing could have unfolded more dramatically than that in his eyes.

There has been a saying that human beings ...... Or that most sapient beings are cruel. They are of the same race, of the other, of the collective, of the individual - as long as this cruelty is beneficial to themselves, they will not hesitate to choose it as their means.

The boy didn't know the identity of the black-robed mage, but he consciously fled to the "possibly safe" area because he saw the bloody scene. They often encounter unexpected troubles, and how to get out of these troubles is a skill that the poor at the bottom must master.

So he ran away, crazy athlete legs, and he didn't know if he would go crazy because of the fear deep in his heart if he stopped. He suddenly wondered if he really told the black girl what he knew, would there be a glimmer of life waiting ahead.

There is no way to save his companions who have been wantonly slaughtered, and there is no way to protect himself who is powerless...... The boy couldn't see where the road ahead was pointing. A deep despair gripped him, and he already wanted to give up, maybe ending his life here would have avoided a worse future?

But he still wants to live, even if there are all kinds of unreasonable and unfair things in this world, he wants to live. Since you have been given life and survived, you must grit your teeth and persist until the last moment - even rats and cockroaches have the will to live.

That's why he will do all his strength to continue to flee, and the tragic luck continues to visit, he can only run forward with all his strength and strive for a chance to live. I broke off the thought of regret and went all out to face "life...... Then choose to follow the path you want.

There is only hope if you survive - and the fork in the road to escape this shack is just around the corner.

"Well, you did a good job. Seeing how hard you worked, I was a little willing to let you go, after all, those guys above didn't make me have to kill them all. ”

The black-robed sorcerer snickered, and his demonic voice echoed around him, as if he was mocking the powerless boy with the most vicious words.

A wave that shook the ground made the boy almost fall, and the black-robed magician unleashed a spell of no small scale not far away. So right in front of the boy's eyes, a two-story earthen wall suddenly erected on the street that should have been clear, blocking his progress.

"So I'm going to open up the net to give you a chance...... Choose your own way of dying. The sorcerer laughed arrogantly, unhurriedly approaching the boy kneeling in front of the earthen wall, "Do you choose to be burned to death by the spell, or be nailed to the wall and bleed, or something else?"

Come, pick one—his laughter shook the boy's eardrums, and the shiver of fear made him stand up, and he couldn't even speak.

At this moment, a lazy voice interjected into his crazy laughter: "Seriously, although I have met many people who like to torture, there are really few who love it as much as you." This is not a hobby to boast about. It's better to change it. ”

As the words sounded, a black figure jumped down from the roof of a nearby house. (To be continued!)

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