Chapter 128: What is Abandoned Cannot Be Reclaimed
An island in the North Blue, not affiliated with the World Government.
"Hey, you guys check over there."
"You go to the exit on the other side of the street."
"We have to catch those two guys today, absolutely cannot let them escape! We must teach those two brats a lesson today!"
A group of adults wielding clubs searched relentlessly at the mouth of a small alley, curses spilling from their mouths from time to time.
Meanwhile, inside the alley, deep within a sewer reeking strongly of filth, two children who looked only eight or nine years old were huddled tightly together.
The younger child trembled uncontrollably, tears already mixing with the grime in the sewer.
The older child, wearing sunglasses, held the younger one close, covering his mouth with a hand, trying his best to prevent the sounds of crying from alerting the people outside.
At the same time, he carefully peered out through the gaps in the sewer grate, observing the movements of the group outside.
"Hey, did you find them or not?"
A voice from above made both children tense up.
The younger child, whose hair covered his eyes, trembled even more violently.
The child with sunglasses looked nervous, subconsciously tightening his grip on a sharpened spike fashioned from a steel bar.
For him, weapons like guns, daggers, or swords were beyond his means to acquire.
The only weapon he could find was this spike, ground sharp from a piece of rebar found in a trash heap.
"Didn't find them. No idea where those two little devils ran off to. We even rummaged through the trash cans and found nothing. Could it be you saw wrong, and those two little bastards didn't even enter this alley?"
As the voice spoke, the few people who had gone to block the other end walked back over, looking annoyed.
"If we can't find them, forget it. This town isn't that big anyway. We'll teach them a harsh lesson next time we run into them!"
"Hehehe, but I never thought we'd see this day. Those high-and-mighty figures having a day just like pigs."
"Seriously, we can only get some satisfaction with our fists. The guys who went to the big mansion first really made off with a lot of wealth."
"Tsk tsk, actually, that woman wasn't bad looking. Too bad she's sick. If you're not afraid of dying, you could go give it a try later. Tormenting someone who was once so high and mighty is quite thrilling, you know."
"Why don't you go try it!"
Down in the sewer, amidst the filth and overwhelming stench, veins bulged on the forehead of the boy wearing sunglasses as he clenched the weapon in his hand.
"Rosinante, stop crying. Get up quickly, Mom is waiting for us to bring back food."
The boy with sunglasses reached out, wiping away Rosinante's tears and the dirt on his face.
Then, he carefully lifted the sewer cover, peered out cautiously, and only after confirming no one was around, climbed out of the sewer.
In a deserted garbage dump on the southeast corner of the island, where the entire town's trash was discarded, the figures of two children ran towards a specific spot within the dump.
Soon, they arrived at a shack built from wooden planks and various pieces of refuse.
As soon as he saw the house, the younger Rosinante rushed inside.
The boy with sunglasses silently took off his soaked, smelly clothes first, then walked over to a dilapidated wooden basin beside the house.
He picked up a water scoop fashioned from an old bottle and poured a scoop of seawater over his head.
It wasn't that he didn't want to use fresh water, but in this garbage-filled environment, fresh water was incredibly precious.
Using it for washing was a huge waste, especially since the little fresh water they had needed to be saved for someone who needed it more.
Cough cough~
Hearing the violent coughing from inside the house, the boy with sunglasses, still naked, patted his face with his hands, forcing a smile as much as possible before walking into the shack.
"Doffy's back."
Just as he entered, a tall, thin man with blond hair and two strands of mustache greeted him with a smile.
But Doffy ignored the man, his gaze fixed on the only bed in the room and the haggard woman sitting on it.
"Cough cough... Doffy, I'm sorry."
The woman coughed while gently stroking Rosinante, who had buried his head in her lap.
"Mom, what are you saying? Rosinante and I found lots of good food today. You just need to eat your fill, and you'll get better soon."
Hearing the woman's words, Doffy instantly looked panic-stricken, speaking to her repeatedly.
"Mom, eat."
Hearing this, Rosinante also hurriedly reached into his clothes and pulled out half a piece of bread, already emitting a faint smell, handing it to the woman.
"Mm."
Looking at her two children, the woman took the bread, something even slaves wouldn't have eaten before, and began to eat it ravenously.
Seeing the woman eat, smiles appeared on the faces of both Doffy and Rosinante.
To them, being able to eat meant not dying.
After all, only the living eat.
"I never expected things to turn out like this. It turns out not all humans are human; they are more like demons than demons themselves. The treasures we brought were all plundered by those people shortly after we arrived, and even our house was burned down..."
"Truly, my friend, I was too naive. I beg you, my friend, I'll do anything. Even letting my wife and children return to Mary Geoise first is fine. My wife is very ill; if she doesn't receive treatment, she'll die soon!"
"Please, if we stay here, our whole family will definitely be killed!"
At night, Homing used the Snail Phone he had kept to call a friend he knew in Mary Geoise.
"Homing, this is the life you chose yourself. What is abandoned cannot be reclaimed. When we advised you back then, you told us you were always human. You voluntarily relinquished your status as a god and chose to become human.
I even suggested back then that you keep your identification chip as a Celestial Dragon, but you were indifferent and even discarded the chips for your entire family. If you had only discarded your own chip, and your wife and children still had theirs, then I could have found a way to appeal to the High Council to let your wife and children return to Mary Geoise.
But regrettably, you did not heed this advice. Since you chose to associate with those humans, you must be prepared for the consequences.
You mere human, do not call again."
Click!
Along with the sound of the Snail Phone disconnecting, the last shred of hope in Homing's heart was also severed.
What Homing didn't know was that this very phone call planted the seed of a demon in Doffy's heart.
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