After the rain, the road was muddy.
There were always muddy roads in the slums, and mud and dirt would splash up when one stepped on them. Occasionally, there would be feces and garbage in the corners of the alleys that would be washed out by the rain. There was always a foul smell in the air. Many people with numb expressions could be seen busying themselves in the densely packed shacks. They needed to repair their houses before rushing to the docks to find a job as coolies. Whenever there was a storm, there would always be leaks in the houses. Sometimes, there would even be a tragedy of a house collapsing.
Søren carried the old dog's cold corpse as he walked along the muddy and stinky road. Vivian held his hand with a sad expression and silently followed behind him.
Heath was dead!
The old dog that had been by her side since she was born had finally reached the end of its life.
They were going to bury it, just like how they would bury a human.
It had the right to do so!
"Søren! … … "
"That's Søren! He woke up! … … "
"This is going to be interesting."
The people in the slums couldn't help but whisper to each other. There was a hint of respect in their eyes because the young man in front of them was a powerful thief. He could easily defeat three to five adult men. It was said that he once used a dagger to nail a fly flying around. There were two ruffians near this street called Balas and Kanobo. They had their eyes on Vivian ever since Søren fell unconscious. It was even said that they had taken part of Sofia's deposit. They had been warned not to meddle in other people's business!
The slums were a land of evil.
No one was willing to stand up for this poor little girl. They were afraid of the ruffians and had no ability to fight against them.
"Brother."
"Where are we going?"
Vivian was wearing a tattered dress. It was a cheap dress sewn from linen. Both the workmanship and the fabric were of inferior quality. Only the people in the slums would wear it. Although Søren was once an excellent thief, there was an even better thief above him. Most of the things he stole had to be offered to the thief, and what was left was only enough to maintain their basic survival.
This was the law of survival for the marginalized!
No matter how excellent a new thief was, there was no way they could challenge this law.
"To the cemetery."
"Heath should be buried there."
Søren stared at the familiar yet strange scenery in front of him. He couldn't help but overlap some of the images in his memory. Amber City gave him a sense of familiarity because he had heard of this name in the game before. However, at that time, the Epic Storyline had already begun. A terrifying power had erupted in the chaotic space-time, causing the gods to temporarily lose their divine power and be forced to descend into the world as saints. That was a period of extreme chaos. Every once in a while, Gods would return to the kingdom, and there would also be mortals who succeeded in slaying Gods. Players were only a part of it, and it could even be said that they were an inconspicuous part of it.
This was because in Clash of the Titans, players only had three lives.
Every time he died and revived, his physique would permanently decrease by three points. In the end, he would have no choice but to send his soul back to the underworld to be reincarnated.
During that period of time, many powerful players rose to prominence, but they quickly fell!
This stage belonged to everyone.
It wasn't until the end of the Time of Turmoil that the Gods were able to return to the Pantheon, that this epic calamity finally ended.
One-third of the Gods in the Pantheon had fallen!
Even powerful gods like the Goddess of Magic, the Master of Order, the Mistress of Night, the Lord of Shadows, and the Dreadlord had fallen in this chaotic calamity.
Then, an even more magnificent plot began.
The thrones of the Gods fell from the heavens, and the kingdoms of countless Gods collapsed and fell into the mortal world, turning into special realms.
These realms were the Gods' Kingdoms.
The players had gone through a long period of hardship, and only a small number of people who had survived were qualified to explore these realms.
As for the other masters who had fallen, they had to start all over again. At the very least, they had to raise their Profession Level to Advanced before they were qualified to explore even the weakest God of Kobolds, Grochas' Kingdom's treasury.
Many chaotic memories surfaced.
Some of the familiar scenes in front of him told Søren that this world would become a time of turmoil in the future.
The Saints in the form of the Gods tore apart the earth, and more than twelve continental plates of the lower realms were completely changed. Three of the lower realms were completely reduced to seas of fire, ice, and death. The projections of hell's devils were everywhere, and they bewitched people's hearts and set off waves of slaughter. Even the players were not lacking in existences that were bewitched by them. The Abyssal Demons tore apart the sky and descended in an endless sea of blood. On the first day of the Abyssal Demons' awakening, twelve cities with more than a hundred thousand people were slaughtered!
That was what the players called the Twilight Period.
It was the Twilight of the Gods, their Twilight, and everyone's Twilight.
In this chaos that affected the entire universe, everyone had died at least once. Even Søren had completely fallen, and his soul had to be reincarnated in the underworld.
No one would be able to escape this calamity!
Even the natural-born hero class players could be obliterated as easily as an ant being crushed to death!
This was the Age of the Saints.
It was also the Age of the Gods!
It was also the last celebration of the Gods in the heavens!
When the calamity ended.
The Age of the Mortals was about to begin. The endless Kingdoms of the Gods were waiting for them to explore, and the treasures of the Gods had everything they wanted.
Whether it was great power, endless wealth, or the eternal life that everyone longed for!
… … …
The graveyard was not in the slums.
There were only mass graves in the slums. Every once in a while, corpses would be thrown there. Then, destitute scavengers would strip the corpses clean and wait for wild dogs to appear in the middle of the night. There were also corpses that would disappear into thin air, taken away by evil spellcasters. As for what would become of them in the end, no one wanted to know.
Heath could not be buried in the mass graves.
This was because Søren had seen the greed in the eyes of many people. In their eyes, what they saw was a pile of delicious dog meat.
He believed that if he buried Heath there, someone would dig it up that night, peel it, and cut it into pieces to make a big pot of dog meat.
This was the slums!
Most of the people living here were on the verge of starvation.
They wanted to eat meat.
If it wasn't for the fact that eating human meat would bring them to the depths of hell, some of the starving homeless people would have done something outrageous!
Søren still remembered when he first entered the game.
At that time, he and the others could not imagine that the environment in the game could be so harsh and difficult.
There was no dazzling equipment, no beautiful scenery, and no easy battles to vent one's anger. There was only a moment of life and death battle. There was only a filthy and messy slum filled with trash and feces, as well as an omnipresent evil and darkness. In order to obtain a delicious meal or a Blank Grade weapon, many people were willing to risk losing their heads.
Many people who had just entered the game were deeply affected by the dark, evil, and depraved nature of the game. There were even many Paladins among the players.
They vowed to change this evil and depraved game world!
But in the end …
They were the ones who were changed because they did not have the ability to challenge the rules of the world.
The world would not be easily changed by you!
Every player who entered Clash of the Titans had to go through a period of difficult choices. This was because in this unimaginable dark period of modern civilization, they would experience many things that they did not even dare to imagine!
It could be evil and cruel, or it could be holy and great.
In this virtual world, everyone had to choose their own path, whether they were willing or not.
And because of this.
For many people, "Clash of the Titans" was like another country in their lives.
… … …
Graveyard.
This was a quiet and peaceful place.
Because the shrine of the Daughter of Hades was built here, it was the resting place of the dead. There were priests and shrine guards here to ensure that the souls that were resting in peace would not be disturbed. However, not everyone had the right to enter this place because they had to pay a certain price. The Goddess of Wealth once said that everything in the world could be measured with money.
This was an evil era filled with materialistic desires!
Søren stood silently in front of the shrine with Heath's corpse in his arms. When an old priest appeared in front of him, he and Vivian slowly lowered their heads to show their respect. At first, he doubted that he was still in the game world. However, when he saw living people with their own consciousness, he knew that he was in a real world.
Moreover, from what Vivian said, Søren knew that they did not know what attributes were.
Although he did not know why.
Søren suddenly remembered that there was a magic circle under the gaming pod that looked like a decoration.
Because it looked a little creepy, many people removed it after buying it.
Søren was brave enough to keep it. However, it seemed that the game company had listened to the players' opinions and did not add this strange decoration after the first batch of gaming pods.
"Are you sure you want to let it enter the graveyard?"
The old priest had seen many nobles who wanted to send their pets to rest in the graveyard, but he had never seen a poor person like Søren.
The clothes they were wearing and the mud on their feet were proof that they were poor people of the lowest class.
Søren bowed slightly and said, "Yes."
"This is for its burial. It's an offering to the shrine."
He took out a silver Derahl and respectfully handed it to the priest. As a natural thief, the effort he put in along the way was enough for him to get his first income.
As long as he was not discovered!
It was a shiny silver Derahl, a currency made by the believers of the Goddess of Wealth. It could be used even in hell!
The old priest looked at him deeply and pointed at the box beside him. "Maybe it's a loyal hound."
"That's why it's worth it."
"Child."
"Come with me. It'll be given a place to rest in peace."
Søren put the silver Derahl into the box at the entrance of the shrine and carried Heath's body into the graveyard.
It was a small and inconspicuous corner.
When the two dug a hole in the graveyard and buried Heath, Vivian, who had been in a daze, started crying again.
"Heath! … "
The little girl squatted in front of the inconspicuous grave and whispered a few words. Then, she stood up with a determined expression and held one of Søren's fingers.
Heath was just an inconspicuous old dog.
It did not have the right to have a tombstone, so it only had a small grave.
In the most remote corner of the graveyard.
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