I, who advocate giving up, feel like a disqualified person

Aliska scratched his head. "Are we getting close to town?"

"Hmm... There's a town called [Sawyer] ahead. Because many travelers stop there, the service industry is quite developed."

The brown-haired man wearing goggles waved his hand, and a fluorescent screen appeared in front of him, immediately showing a map of the nearby area.

[Siluo.Neri] [LV.9231] [Thief]

"That's good. Let's get out of this forest quickly and use the teleportation scroll."

Ariska said, quickening her pace.

Chapter 2: The Nosy Strong Man

"You blind fool, do you still dare to do that?"

I felt my hair being pulled, the pain gradually intensified, and I could even hear the slightest sound of my hair being pulled away.

"If you keep doing this... I will definitely..."

"Still being stubborn!"

Before he could finish his words, they started a new round of beating.

I don't know if it's because my body has adapted to the long-term blows or if they have become weaker, but I always feel that these attacks are not as painful as before.

"Why aren't you talking...huh? Aren't you a bit of a cool guy?"

You guys are always the cool ones...

"Damn it, I'm a little tired... What are you doing with the stick? Hit me!"

"Forget it... Look, we've been fighting for such a long time, let's not use this..." The man seemed a little scared.

"I'll hit you if I tell you to. So much nonsense... bring it here!"

As I was speaking, I heard the sound of sticks clashing.

"Hey..." The wooden object hit my face. "I'll give you three seconds to beg for mercy. Otherwise..."

I was tapped twice on the leg.

"I'll make you blind and lame, do you believe it?"

Hehe...Hehe...

"I'm already a useless person, it doesn't matter if I become more useless. But you guys, you should be the ones to apologize..."

"You're still talking nonsense!"

As I was speaking, my stomach was poked hard. Because of the severe pain, I couldn't help coughing and curled up even tighter.

"Boss... forget it, there are so many people watching..."

"Yeah, stop it..."

"What are you afraid of? He's just a poor beggar. No one would care if he was beaten to death."

I agree with this statement. Even though I can't see the onlookers, they're probably just bored and watching the fun... Or rather, they're looking forward to the moment when I get beaten up... Hahaha, you really understand, you guys...

"Time is up..."

A cold voice sounded.

I was prepared for the piercing pain and the sound of bones breaking.

But nothing happened.

"Hey, that's too much."

A voice sounded beside him, loud and majestic.

“…Who are you?”

"There's no need to tell you, just get out of here, since you're still young."

"Tsk..." Although he said it to show his disdain, this sound actually contained a lot of fear.

What a piece of trash... Spineless guy.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

As the voice spoke, it tried to pull me up. It was a pair of strong hands, yet gentle at this time.

"I care more about whether the money I begged today is still on the ground than myself..."

"Ah...well, Wendy, come here for a moment."

"Good~"

A lovely female voice sounded, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Help this child heal. Hey, Macbeth, can you stop watching? Come and help pick up the money."

"Reject, it's dirty."

"whatever."

I was desperately trying to resist the pain when I suddenly felt a magical force entering my body.

"Don't move, this is healing magic."

The female voice sounded from beside me.

So I stopped moving and just felt the magical power...

"Little guy, what's your name?"

Another voice sounded, a young and energetic voice.

"Thor, Thor Corea." I answered him briefly.

"Thor... So you're blind... No wonder you're being bullied."

He seemed to be sighing, "It's a good thing we're here."

"Ah...thank you..."

This time, I was expressing my gratitude from the bottom of my heart, because I saved a lot of time and could ask for more money... I guess.

"Okay." The female voice said to me. Come to think of it, her name is Wendy, right?

"Can I see your eyes?"

"Ah... sure, it's okay."

Then I felt my eyelids being stretched open.

"what are you doing?"

The voice from the beginning asked in confusion.

"It's okay, just taking a look."

"Ha..." The man didn't seem to think too much about it. "Well, Thor, huh? You were very strong just now. Those people beat you like that, but you didn't even groan."

"Because making noise is useless. It just makes them work harder. I'm used to it."

I gave my summary very calmly.

However, the surroundings fell into silence, and I suddenly felt a little scared.

"What...what happened?" I asked tentatively.

"Si Luo, how long is the scheduled trip?" the first voice sounded.

"Ah...about three months." The energetic voice replied...was her name Si Luo?

“How much free time can you spare?”

"If we compress it, we can free up at least two weeks, and at most a month."

"Is that so... Macbeth, would you stay here for a while?"

"It doesn't matter..."

"Where's Wendy?" "I heard there's delicious food here. Of course I'd like to stay here for a few more days."

"What about you?" he seemed to be asking Si Luo.

"Hey, even if I ask you to leave now, you won't agree, right?"

"Hmph, you know what's going on."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt my shoulders being tapped twice. "Those guys will definitely come back to cause trouble again. We can't protect you forever."

"I don't plan to rely on you..."

"Good character, I like it." He was patted on the shoulder twice more.

"Although a month isn't very long, I can teach you some self-defense skills so you won't be bullied. How about that?"

"Ah... well..." I thought for a moment, "I'd better forget it."

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The story ends here... The reason has been mentioned before. This is included here just to let you see... the content so that you don't have any doubts.

Yi Sheji Character Design 2.0

It was drawn using a digital tablet and is still in the trial stage. Maybe there will be other better-looking character designs in the future... Anyway, I will work hard on the college entrance examination, and I hope you will support me.

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I am the corner

My friend...it's Sun Hao who wrote the novel. After he sent it to me, I couldn't quite understand it. After getting his consent, I wanted to share it with everyone. I hope everyone can tell me what they think...Thank you.

It is the evening of April 1, the 39th year of the Gregorian calendar, at 7:40 p.m.

The city is called Cecilia.

The relentless energy of wind and rain lashed my right shoulder, making me flinch. It was raining, weeping, in this bustling, deserted city.

Yes, it's dark.

Biting my dry, pale lower lip, I clenched my arms and wrapped my already soaked black raincoat tightly around me. It was large, very black, its oil thick and inky, like a dead night. The wind blew the rain, ripping the hems of my clothes apart. Helplessly and palely, I endured the ravages of the icy cold.

I dared not look up, as no one dared to face the wrath of God.

Above me, blinding flashes of lightning pierce my heart, yet there's no thunder—this place is always as silent as death. I can only lower my head amidst the cacophony of water and panting, my wet curls pressed against my forehead, relying on the residual light from the splashing rain to vaguely discern the path I'm taking.

I couldn't hear it, I couldn't hear it, but I knew it. A thunderclap exploded around me! If I looked up, looked up! I would surely see that dark blue and blood-red eye of sin, piercing the dead blackness. Cold and sinister, it looked down upon everything, judging all, almighty. I couldn't remember how many thunderstorms there had been, how many times I had wandered alone, trembling and terrified, death at my fingertips.

Am I going to die? No, I have a raincoat.

……

The rain on both sides suddenly subsided, and the ground beneath my boots felt dry. Then I knew I'd arrived. Yes! I hurried, splashing backward, and stepped under the solid eaves. Everything was over! With my right hand, I lifted the hood of my raincoat, revealing my water-drenched curls in this sheltered alley. Looking up, my tired face, flickering in the roar of silent thunder, was reflected. Lightning flashed across the sky, twisting and roaring unwillingly, but I remained indifferent, facing them with the corners of my mouth raised high.

I wiped my thin, pale cheeks, wiping the rain from my forehead. I finally smiled contemptuously and glanced around with confidence. But this routine glance quickly ended—all around was pitch black, devoid of life or lights. Without numbness or disappointment, I turned back, lowered my eyelids, gently rubbed my cold, stiff hands, and opened the small door with familiarity. Suddenly, a narrow, warm light shone through the darkness, stunning the thunder and lightning, and the wind and rain.

Behind the door is light.

I rustled off my raincoat, stepped forward, and gently closed the small door with my right hand, which was not holding the raincoat. Then, the thunder and lightning suddenly realized and continued to roar fiercely.

……

This wasn't a small room, but a spacious hall, a concert hall. Inside, elegant lanterns hung silently on the walls and eaves. Candles, gas lamps, and crystal-clear, elegant pendant lamps all emitted a faint glow. I slowly walked down the corridor, looking up at the decorations I'd seen a thousand times. The ceiling was extremely high, further highlighting the narrowness of the corridor. Dark golden hinges and flowing ornaments crisscrossed the two-person-high stone walls; below, the pavement was covered with dried rosemary and ivy. Napkins and ties were still on the metal racks, but there were no waiters.

Further ahead, further ahead! Further ahead, hung ancient and precious oil paintings: The Creation of All Things without God's right hand, the Madonna without her eyes, and the complete Titan.

Forgive me! When the inhabitants of Cecilia lived carefree, only the Titans were lost. Now, they are gone together. Fallen gods!

……

This is the main hall, and I'm here. I'm here to fight, to give a solo performance. Why? No reason. No one can stop me, because... no one ever has.