Chapter 35

"It doesn't matter if you're dead. You're going to die soon anyway. Don't worry. I'll treat you the same way after you die. I can treat you even more recklessly now that you're dead, right? You're dead anyway, so you're definitely unconscious, you don't know, and you don't feel any pain. I can have more fun now. From this point of view, I want to thank you."

On the elevator screen that displayed the digital floors, the giant face finally disappeared.

Although the face disappeared very suddenly, the thug in the elevator breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his throat and felt like he was about to vomit something. Fortunately, he didn't vomit anything because he didn't have time to go home for the next meal. He thought it would be better not to go home, as going back would only cause trouble.

If you just want to eat, you can eat outside. If you just want to go home, you have to consider what to do if you accidentally bring something scary and unsafe into the house.

Instead of trying to smooth things over after I've gotten into trouble, I might as well not go home now and address the problem directly at the source. After all, it seems that I'm the only one with a problem.

There is no problem with the people in my family.

The gangster thought about it, nodded, and stood up from the ground. His legs were still a little weak, but that didn't matter. It didn't affect his movements. He took a deep breath and pressed the door opening button in the elevator. The elevator door slowly opened.

He didn't go out before because he thought it was unlucky to be outside on the fourth floor, and it was not his home, so there was no need to go out. But now he couldn't do that. He wanted to go home urgently, but after thinking about it, he felt that he couldn't go home. He had to take the stairs back downstairs, then walk out of the community from downstairs, preferably out of the gate, and walk a distance. In short, he couldn't go back for a while.

However, he never expected that after the elevator door opened, there was an endless savannah outside, as if he was not in the corridor near his home at all, but waiting to be fed next to a group of lions near the Great Rift Valley of East Africa.

This is outrageous!

But that was how it was, and he had to accept reality, because he could no longer accept himself going back into the elevator, into that almost enclosed little space, facing the terrifying big-faced thing alone. He would vomit.

Even if he really didn't eat anything, he would throw it up! That would be too dirty and too horrible! He didn't want it to turn out like that.

The gangster thought for a while, took a deep breath, and walked out. The elevator door was about to close, and he blocked it.

The elevator door closed behind him.

He walked out and while looking outside, he was still alert to the movements behind him. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He turned around and found that the elevator he had just walked out of had disappeared completely.

He was stunned.

There was a forest not far away. A man walked out of the forest. He was carrying a bow and arrow, and was wearing animal skins and cloth shoes. He had an aura that looked as if he was stained with straw. He was muscular and strong, and his height required the thugs to look up to see his face. He looked like a delicate and good-looking young man.

"Who are you?"

The boy asked.

The ruffian thought for a moment and replied, "I am a lost traveler."

The boy looked at him with some doubt, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just nodded and asked, "Do you have a place to live?"

The gangster shook his head: "No."

He climbed up the pole: "Can I go with you? I have no place to live, I think you can help me."

The boy hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, follow me."

The boy took the ruffian to a small thatched house and said to him, "You can stay here temporarily. We all live in houses like this. After a while, it will be time for dinner. I will serve you a bowl of porridge, but you will not get anything else because you did not accept the mission to go out hunting, which means you did not get a quota. Do you understand?"

The thug nodded, thinking, what a sick brain.

The young man stood up and said, "Then I will go back."

The thug nodded.

He lived here for a while and felt deeply the feudalism and backwardness of this place. He was very sad. The sadness gradually turned into pain. He thought day after day, "When can I go home? I want to go home so much! I want to go home, but when can I go home?"

He didn't know how long he had to wait before he could go home. It seemed like the day was endless. He became completely depressed. He didn't do anything in the first place, and now he couldn't do anything and didn't want to do anything anymore.

The young man occasionally visited him, and when he saw him like this, he didn't say anything to him, but just gave him something and left.

Therefore, the gangster could only eat one meal a day, which was just a bowl of thin porridge with clear soup. The bowl had a little crack in it and was only the size of a palm, a little smaller than his fist. He felt very aggrieved, but he never went out, so he still had nothing.

Until one day, the wind and rain destroyed the place where he lived. He was horrified and knelt on the ground crying. His body was covered with mud and rain. He looked very disheveled. His hair was messy and slid down his skin. His clothes stuck tightly to his body. He felt very uncomfortable and had a fever.

At this time, a huge and terrifying beast ran out of the forest, roaring and rushing out, destroying the village completely. The boy went out and subdued the beast. Everyone in the village went to see. The village chief's daughter was injured by the beast. The boy killed the beast. The villagers blamed him, saying that he had angered the gods and would be punished by heaven, so they wanted to drive him away.

The thugs who were brought into the village by the boy would also be driven away, and no one could stay.

The boy left the village, and the ruffian had to rely on him to survive. He had to travel through mountains and rivers every day, not knowing where he was going. He couldn't understand it, and frowned and asked, "Can't we just find a place to settle down?"

The boy shook his head: "No, we have to move forward and leave the village, the farther the better, so that the curse of the angry gods will not affect the villagers."

The thug said angrily, "The villagers chased you out! Why are you still caring about them?"

The boy said: "They are just afraid, which is reasonable. For my own safety and the safety of everyone else, I have to leave, but I have implicated you."

In fact, there is nothing to be implicated, because everyone hates the thugs who get what they want without any effort, especially since he is usually not liked by others.

The villagers had wanted to drive the thug away for a long time, but at first they had no reason and for the sake of the boy's face, they thought they could just tolerate it, thinking that maybe the man would get better after a while. However, the thug did not get better, and the boy was driven away, so the thug certainly could not stay.

That's how it is.

The boy came to a city where ghosts were everywhere and everyone was very scared.

At night they stayed in a dilapidated temple. There were people setting up stalls around, but it was too late and everyone had gone home. An old man with a limp came over and wanted to eat with them, so they shared a big pot of porridge. The old man cooked it, the boy provided the food, and the hooligans washed their hands and found their own bowls to receive the porridge.

The old man glanced at the ruffian, thinking he was a burden, but said nothing.

After the boy finished drinking the porridge, he said goodbye to the old man and continued walking forward. The gangster felt very tired and there was no need to go on, so he decided to stay. There were people here and the town was not too difficult to survive. As long as the gangster was willing to work and the boy did not force him, the gangster would stay. Who knew that a big flood came and the city was submerged. People needed to escape, and the gangster could only hurry on.

He was nearly killed on the road, but a passing teenager saw him and saved him. He then said that he was willing to continue following the teenager.

The boy agreed.

They set out on the road together again. The gangster asked the boy where he wanted to go. The boy said that he wanted to go to a bigger legendary city. According to the legend, the houses in that city were tall, big and sturdy, there was plenty of food, and there was lush grass and water. Both men and women had jobs and were happy with them, and they lived a very happy life. However, it was isolated from the world and xenophobic. It was difficult to find that place, and even more difficult to get in.

The boy saw two men on the road who were washed into the water by the flood and seemed to be unconscious. He rescued them. The thug was very unhappy, but he couldn't say anything because the boy made the decision and handled it himself. He didn't need his help or say anything. So he had nothing to say because he really didn't want to help.

The two men woke up and expressed their gratitude to the boy, saying that they were from that place and could take the boy there.

The ruffians also wanted to join in the fun, so he could go there too.

The young man and the thug sent the two people to the place. The huge city gate was opened and the boat docked. As expected, the people inside, both men and women, had jobs and were very happy. There was enough food, but there was a lack of plants. There was almost no forest and all the grass on the ground had been dug up by them. They seemed unsatisfied and wanted to expand outward. They held guns in their hands and pointed them at animals. The bullets they fired were enough to kill the beasts.

The boy didn't like the environment and attitude here, but the people here were nice to him. They asked him to stay, treated him to meals, and showed him bonfire parties and weapons manufacturing in the arsenal. He helped, but he didn't feel good. He didn't rest at night. He heard gunshots, went out to see, and found that wild beasts had attacked the place.

At this time, the gangster and a person rescued by the teenager sneaked into the forbidden area of ​​this place.

"A long time ago, this was just a small island. There was a treasure on the island that could ensure that the island would not suddenly sink. Over time, the place where the treasure was stored became a forbidden area, and the island became land. The treasure had greater power and also became more fragile. As long as the treasure was broken, the island that was already bordering the land would sink quickly."

"I want to give it a try."

The ruffian said.