For the first half of Boom's fateful night, his pain did not diminish at all. The half piece of black bread was still dirty, the severe injury to the back of the head was still fatal, the coldness of the sewer still almost killed him, and even
Even the bugs and rats in the dark alley still look extremely greedy.
But Boom still didn't remember those figures. He didn't see clearly that the old nun who took him in was the first to leave. He didn't see clearly the indifferent faces. He didn't see clearly the pastor Lulu disappearing into smoke.
He didn't even remember Rikka, or even the steel knife that the other party regarded as a treasure.
And with this series of timeline deviations, Boom finally did not meet the old man who changed his life in the dark alley, nor the mysterious parchment that recorded space spells, nor the gestational heart.
Rikka’s Contract Beast Egg.
The memories that were already on the verge of fragmentation are becoming more and more uncertain, and in this world created by magic, Boom's life is passing day by day...
After the black rainy night, the wound on the back of Boom's head began to scab, and the nightmare he had had some time ago came to an end. Instead of conducting meaningless analysis, Boom still wandered around the King of Ogu every day, still fighting for half a piece of black.
Bread, or a few copper coins to take risks.
Although he couldn't remember who he was adopted by, he never missed the monthly free alms from the monastery. Although he still occasionally took black bread from sheep, the shop clerk had already collected illegal money and turned a blind eye to it.
Eyes. Although he has forgotten Pastor Lulu, he often stares at the night alone in the dead of night, as if he is in the Nightingale Grassland. Although he does not know who Liuhua is, the steel knife stuck to his chest has never been lost.
Temperature.
He didn't meet the down-and-out aristocratic old man in his fate, he didn't get the mysterious parchment that changed his life, and he didn't witness the birth of Rikka with his own eyes. Boom had always lived in the slums of King Augu City, and that wooden house was his
Home is his shelter from wind and rain.
And as they get older day by day, those former playmates either die in the dark prison, or their heads are missing, and eventually sink into the deep sea. There are also some lucky ones among them, who suddenly transform and become servants of a certain noble family.
From then on, I no longer felt depressed, and even became more powerful.
Boom has the scheming, but he is unwilling to do that. The word "freedom" comes to his mind, which means that he can wander around even if he is dressed in rags. He can eat when he wants, close his eyes when he wants to sleep, and live an unrestrained life.
To be considered complete, a wild dog on a leash is just a ridiculous and useless thing.
As time went by, Boom also met the person he liked. However, after thinking about it for a few times, he turned around and left silently, choosing to still live alone.
This is Boom's romance, because he doesn't want his descendants to be as poor as himself. He doesn't want his tragedy to happen again, and the protagonist is his own heir. There are a lot of things in the wooden house, some of which are Boom's.
However, most of them were "borrowed" by Boom.
There were more than a dozen patches on the gray linen hood, and the steel knife still glowed with coldness. On those dark rainy nights, lives were still hanging by a thread, and those nobles still ignored ants and borers like him.
Well. Boom laughed at himself and then threw a gold coin into the air.
The former little thief has transformed into a big thief today. The orphan from the royal city who once almost died for half a piece of black bread now has dozens of master thieves under his command. However, only the trash can diagonally across the wooden house has always been there.
Nothing has changed, because this is Boom's home and the place where he transformed.
The bells of the monastery echoed in the setting sun. Many people stopped to watch, but very few people actually shed tears. The old nun with gray hair closed her eyes tightly, and the statues of gods in her hands were glowing with fluorescence. Flames shot into the sky.
From then on, the selfless flow slowly disappeared. Except for the herbal medicine handbook that she had kept with her all her life, there was no trace of anything buried with her.
The market area is still noisy, and the black market is always undercurrent. Boom finally became the king of the slums. At this time, his temples were already gray, and his dominant right hand was shaking slightly from time to time.
As night fell, it was like a giant beast swallowing the sky, or a furious silent python. Boom put on the gray linen hood by accident, put his right hand into his arms, and held the steel knife tightly. The King of Ogu City
The night was still very noisy, but Boom walked against the wind, walking step by step into a certain shadow.
Perhaps they are the descendants of that wild cat, or the descendants of that wild dog. The already rusty cover is full of holes, rats scatter at the sound, and mosquitoes and flies buzz. The wet green moss is still so disgusting.
, but Boom now feels that they are his old friends.
Reaching out and touching the outer wall of the trash can, Boom turned to look at the street. There were bright lights there, but here it was always full of darkness and depressive atmosphere. He sighed, and then smiled again. The water in the gap between the bluestone slabs
The stain reflected his appearance, nothing more than an old poor man, nothing more than a dying orphan from the royal city.
He stretched out his right hand tremblingly. The steel knife was so beautiful in the moonlight, so beautiful that it made Old Boom burst into tears. He felt the rapid passage of life, the call of death, and even the call from the Hall of Valor. However, even if fate really deviates from the established track, even if Boom has grown old, he is still unwilling to bow to the gods and die in such an inexplicable and strange way.
He carefully put the steel knife into his arms, and after a few mouthfuls of low-quality ale fell into his throat, he supported his body with his arms and planned to return to the wooden house. But at this moment, the whole world in Boom's eyes turned into
The whole area turned gray, and the strange disease that had not recurred for decades appeared again.
It was still the heartbreaking pain, still the despairing coldness. Boom wanted to laugh it off, but he found that his toes were shining slightly, and his body was disappearing into nothing.
Boom does not believe in fate, and naturally he does not believe in the gods. In his eyes, the half piece of black bread is the truth, and the blood-stained gold coin is the real world.
"Old friend, can you help me one more time?" Boom grinned, and then he kept inserting the steel knife into the gaps in the bluestone road, and climbed out of the dark alley in this way.
"Although this nightmare is very scary, I feel a little familiar now."
"No matter what the situation is, I will still choose to live because I have never given up hope."
Boom murmured to himself as he slowly crawled away into the distance. He was in a very good mood now, and it could even be said that it was rare to be so happy.
Although this nightmare buried deep in his heart was cold and ruthless, or very inexplicable and strange, Boom regarded it as an old friend, an old friend who always liked to play pranks on him.
He has lived for more than fifty years. In the eyes of many poor people, Boom is a model of success and a classic example of grassroots counterattack. However, only he understands that those are just rewards after taking desperate risks, but the inevitable indifference to life.
Results.
But now he has given up everything, just hoping to understand this nightmare, just hoping to see that figure again before he closes his eyes, that vague fantasy that finally left him.