After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

Wood's hand grabbed my arm. He was almost unconscious now, but his eyelids were slightly open.

"Murphy, brother... no... I... I'm fine."

Wood's words struck my earlobes, as if they were going to sew my feet to the ground.

His expression was like forcing teeth together that were not meant to be biting, stifling the words he wanted to say.

What kind of expression is on that kind face behind me right now? I have no idea.

What was Wood's hidden state of mind like now? It was equally incomprehensible.

Rather, I feel that I shouldn’t understand.

"Murphy, bro... I'm sorry... I can't."

"No...it's my fault...Brother Murphy, don't be stupid, ah..."

Everyone has something to be respected.

Whether male or female, rich or poor, they all have bottom lines that cannot be trampled upon.

That's what I believe.

However, after being violated by others, Wood still said such words unconsciously.

His eyes widened and his fingertips trembled as if in spasm.

Now, I can understand Wood's feelings a little bit.

That is the feeling of a person who is defeated and has his head bowed, and whose dreams are shattered.

In other words, this is the bitterness that only those who are dominated by despair can taste.

But I understand this feeling so damn well.

The kind of confusion that could even burn your spine, the anger that breaks your heart, and the unbearable bitterness.

Isn't it the same for me? Don't you understand it clearly?

Originally, he should have raised his sword with a firm will and completely tore into pieces the body of the person who had tarnished his dignity.

However, in reality, not everyone will resist. It would be better to say that there are actually very few such people.

Those people whose dignity has been trampled into pieces by life regard powerlessness and inferiority as their only friends, and live in this world with laziness.

Just by spending each day like this, they are already doing their best.

Those who don't even have the ability to resist can be wiped out.

Especially in places like slums, people living there are like this, they will bow their heads and give up no matter what happens.

"There's nothing we can do about it." They would use such words to block their emotions and find excuses for their escape.

This is Wood's current state of mind.

That's why he said such words when he was half asleep and half awake, and after forgetting his current identity and status.

Some people would say that learning to avoid irresistible things is what it means to be smart.

Some people may say that this is the only way to live a good life.

I can only say that it is too cruel. He had always protected Selena until his body was destroyed, he was forced to be separated from his sister, and then suffered cruel treatment that no one knew about.

Finally, there was the young man named Wood, who was once kind-hearted and possessed a huge body and strength.

His heart had completely withered away due to endless setbacks and a life that was always deprived of precious things.

My whole body was freezing cold, but on the other hand, my eyelids felt unexpectedly warm.

I don't know how to talk to Wood. Should I try to persuade him? Or should I just scold him?

Is it going to be like this: "Wood, you can't do anything with your head down, stand up! Look forward!"

I have to say, this sentence is really great, it sounds like a line from a play.

But this is a theory for heroes.

The world is not just for those who look forward, nor is it just for those who can make up their minds to stand up.

There are indeed people in this world who cannot do these things, and there are people who can no longer struggle.

So, are you really going to say that to them?

"Stand up and fight. The reason you can't fight is because you are a weak being with a fragile will."

How can you say that? Are you qualified to say that?

Isn’t this who you used to be?

I couldn't help but shut my mouth.

"Brother Murphy...should we...wait for support first? If everything goes well...maybe they will be here soon."

A man standing next to Wood said this.

I knew that he was desperately searching for words and moving his mouth, as if trying to break the unpleasant silence.

"Yes, Brother Murphy, we will kill that woman when the time comes!" another person echoed.

Immediately, people around began to express their opinions or show their determination.

What he said was very disorganized, but that was roughly what he meant - just wait a little longer until support arrives.

He bit his molars hard, but the arm that was held by Wood relaxed its strength unconsciously.

This group of people are much more rational than me, I know it very well.

Helena is the most powerful lady boss in this slum, and the number of private soldiers she has may be even greater than those of the poor lords.

But what about this side? Less than one percent of the original number of people remained, all of them injured, and after all, they were still a group of civilian personnel.

So, in front of someone like Helena, what is there to resist now?

If you dare to make a move now, you will surely be attacked by the sickle of revenge and the sharp blades of a large group of private soldiers.

You might even lose your life there.

Therefore, it would be wiser to stay here and do nothing, waiting for reinforcements.

That's the truth.

I could feel that the hand holding the hilt seemed to be gradually losing strength.

It's like...I feel like it doesn't matter how it is now.

I unconsciously fell into thought.

So, Murphy, what would you do?

My mind was filled with a sense of unnecessary calmness, and my humble heart seemed to have opened its eyes.

Although the price was to abandon Selena, what they proposed was indeed the smartest approach.

Looking at the group of people in front of me, I suddenly remembered the past, the years when I had not yet recovered my memory.

At that time, I was just like Wood now, with only giving up and laziness in my heart, avoiding everything.

If I were myself at that time, I would definitely agree to their suggestion, wait for reinforcements to eliminate Helena in one fell swoop, and completely miss the best opportunity to save Selena.

But, but...am I not different now?

Not already, completely.

Have you started over again?

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"No way? Why should I be scared to death by that woman? I am the heir of that old man."

In the silent room, there was suddenly a sound of gnashing teeth, which was a roar bursting out from Murphy's throat.

After everyone looked over here, Murphy turned around and continued with a smirk on his face, "What on earth did you say that to? Are you much worse than that woman's men?"

"And Wood, aren't you the person in charge of the slums? Are you afraid of that woman?"

The tense atmosphere came out silently and filled the entire room.

"Brother Murphy, we——"

Morrison seemed about to say something, but he was interrupted by Murphy.

"Wood, I don't blame you. You didn't do anything wrong. Resisting or disobeying something isn't as simple as it's described in the story."

"That's a principle that only belongs to the strong. If a weak person did that, their limbs would be broken, their bones shattered, and they would die in agony in a corner of the world."

No matter how difficult it is, as long as it is something you cannot do, you can ignore it and continue to live.

Then, there is nothing easier than this.

This is indeed a smart approach.

but......

"But if you want to regain a life of dignity in your heart, even if it's just a little bit, you must be prepared to expose your hands and feet to thorns and keep moving forward, even if it's an ugly struggle."

"This is the only way for the weak to take revenge on the strong, and it can only show their insignificant ambition."

Under normal circumstances, he would not have said such words to Wood, because at that time he was the person in charge of the slums in the royal capital.

But now he was just a plaything kept in a noble's house, lying on the bed, his consciousness hazy but thinking of escaping forever.

So, Murphy held Wood's hand in return.

He could feel that the hand was shaking like a spasm.

He didn't know if it was fear or something else.

But those words spoken by someone who has been through it are for people like him.

Even if it's just a little bit, it must have meaning.

Murphy firmly believed this.

"There are people in this world who can stand up and there are people who can't stand up, so ah Wood, if you can't stand up, then I will stand up."

Wood's big eyes were twisted in pain. What kind of torment was his kind heart suffering at this moment?

But even so, Murphy would not stop, she could no longer stop.

"Speak, Wood, with your will, with your mouth."

"What do you want to do? Do you want them to see the ambition you possess?"

Could Murphy feel her hand being held tightly?

Wood, with dark circles under his eyes, had big tears streaming down his face.

Here, at this moment, no one in the group of people around said anything.

"Brother, please help...Selena...for a while...I don't care what happens..."

Murphy laughed.

His hands were clenched tightly behind his back.

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Murphy hid in a corner outside the luxurious mansion where he would not be discovered by patrolling private soldiers. He felt that the wind was a little cold tonight.

But this was just right for him, because it allowed him to cool down his brain, which was so hot that it seemed to be melting.

In fact, the real reason for supporting him standing here at this time is not actually his affection or sense of justice for Wood and Selena.

Of course, they also dig deep into the brain.

But the biggest one is another matter. It must be anger that abandons rationality and is full of personal desires.

Wood and Selena were rescued by Murphy personally, and they lived together for a while.

In other words, this brother and sister are like his family.

But the woman attacked the brother and sister, his relatives, and this was one of them.

Another point is that Murphy felt betrayed by Helena's cousin.

When entering into a contract or conducting a transaction, the most important thing is always credit.

Credit takes precedence over anything else, even if it means exchanging blood.