Si Ri lived in a nightmare of betrayal...
He had a father who was a drug addict, and a mother whose whereabouts were unknown... if she hadn't been turned into pieces and flushed into the sewers, or if she hadn't been knocked out by his father, injected with drugs, and sold to a black man... His childhood was spent in violence and dog food...
He could still remember that at that time, the Soviet Union hadn't disintegrated yet, but it wasn't far from it. The political chaos in Eastern Europe, the social chaos, and the poverty of the lower class were the sources of his worldview when he was young. Of course, there were also the two nightmares of betrayal and drugs.
When he was about eight or nine years old, he was already one of the hooligans on the street. He couldn't be considered a boss, but that was the position of a thirteen or fourteen year old kid. He also couldn't be considered a bully at the bottom, but he was a coward who didn't even dare to fight back... At least he dared to fight back. Even if he was beaten until his head bled, at least he dared to rush up and bite the other party. That was enough, so he was one of the hooligans...
The first betrayal happened when he was eight or nine years old...
A freshman hooligan who was younger than him and physically weaker than him. This guy only had a mother who was the son of a very ordinary prostitute in the local street. Logically speaking, this guy should be the type of person who was bullied by the hooligans. However, this guy had a sweet mouth and knew how to coax people. A few of the older hooligans thought he was sensible and treated him like a servant. Although they didn't take extra care of him, they didn't bully him either.
At that time, Si Ri felt that this guy was like a brother to him. He knew him too well, so he told him almost everything that was on his mind. He even shared with him some of the money and items that he stole. He even told him some of the things that were on his mind. This little guy was very smart and was very suitable to listen to other people's thoughts. Si Ri felt that he was a good brother to him.
Until one time... Si Ri told him about his dissatisfaction with the leaders of the hooligan group, a few fourteen or fifteen year old youths. At that time, Si Ri finally understood what the so-called human heart was. Even if... it was just a child who had been taken care of by him, who had benefited from him... it was still a human heart.
A few days later, Si Ri was surrounded by these youths. He was surrounded by more than ten other hooligans from the same street. He was abused and beaten to the point of almost losing his life. If it wasn't for his father's reputation as a ruthless person... Of course, these hooligans didn't know that his father had tried to kill him several times or sell him to the organ trafficking organization. However, the organ trafficking organization thought that this kid was a drug addict since he was young. Of course, he wasn't a drug addict. It was just that there were a lot of needle marks on his body, which were caused by his father's drunken abuse or drug abuse. It was because of this that he was able to survive... These hooligans didn't know that in order to avoid more trouble, they didn't kill him. They only let him live with broken arms and legs. In fact, to Si Ri, this kind of injury was already certain death...
But he survived. He crawled back home on the ground and ate the leftovers. Then, he used his mouth to steal some money that his father had hidden away. Then, he used the money to visit some illegal clinics. In the end, he survived. However, he didn't dare to return to that street. At that time, he was eleven years old...
Of course, before he left, he did one thing... He hid in the darkest corner of an alley. Then, when someone was alone, he used a sharp stone to viciously stab that person in the head...
Stealing, cheating, getting caught, getting beaten, running away...
Robbing money, begging, becoming a lackey, getting into gang fights...
Prostitutes, losing his virginity, contracting STDs, hitting women...
Threats, coercion, deceit, becoming a pimp...
All of this continued. Other than using drugs, there was nothing he wouldn't do. There was no evil he wouldn't do...
Until... that woman appeared...
He still remembered... that one afternoon, in this poor street, there was a new prostitute who appeared slightly flustered and dressed flirtatiously. However, her mannerisms and demeanor did not fit in with the people in the street. She thought she had snuck into the crowd, but in reality, she had already been discovered by many people. Many people thought she was a cop...
However, Street knew her. She was the daughter of the doctor who had saved his life when he ran away when he was young. After the doctor had saved enough money, he allowed her to go to university. She had already become a reporter, a reporter who came back to the dark corners of society...
This girl was very beautiful. She had a head of reddish-brown hair, sexy lips, a slender body, and a pair of big, innocent eyes. She quickly became the center of attention in the street. Many men who came for pleasure wanted to choose her, but she didn't agree to any of them. In fact, it was impossible for her to agree to any of them. She was only there for an interview.
Many of the gangsters on the street wanted to play tricks on her, but they were all stopped by Street. Although Street lived at the bottom of the street, he still had some friends at the bottom. The gangsters would more or less give him some face, but this face was limited... As the girl stayed in the street for a longer period of time, her beauty and identity reached the ears of those with higher status...
As a matter of fact, Steri had given the naive girl a warning, but she was even more determined to stay because she wanted to interview the things in the darkest corners of the city. The poor streets on the surface were not her only ambition, so she was looking forward to the arrival of the so-called big shots. Little did she know that Steri, who had been "warned" by her, was covered in wounds.
This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. This was a world filled with darkness and disgust...
When Steri hid in the shadows with bandages all over his body, he saw the girl standing on the street like a prostitute being surrounded by a few men and drugged. From then on, Steri never saw this girl again. It was as if she had never existed in this world. Other than hearing that the upper echelons of the gang had a new plaything, the world didn't change much because of that...
This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak... This was a world filled with darkness, disgust, and betrayal...
At that time, Street saw the words that appeared on the screen of the broken computer. The key was... his computer was not plugged in, nor was it connected to the internet. Other than a keyboard and screen, there was not even a host computer. So, he clicked "YES"...
At this point in the story, Street still believed in one sentence, and that was, except for himself, everyone was his enemy. Unless he was the strongest and had the power to set the rules, otherwise, everyone who was stronger than him was his enemy...
When Street came to the front of a building, he suddenly realized that the building in front of him had been slightly distorted, turning into an open door. He did not care and walked through the door directly. Inside, an old monk was sitting there with a smile on his face. Behind him was a golden light, like a scorching sun. Around his body were lotus petals, and he looked like a Buddha.
"Benefactor, I have been waiting for you for a long time. I can feel that you have a lot to say to me. I can feel the confusion in your heart. Tell me everything. The Buddha is awakened and will answer all your questions." The old monk put his palms together and said kindly.
Street's eyes were slightly confused. He felt that the old monk in front of him was the closest person to him, as if he wanted to give his everything to the old monk. However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. Following a sharp pain in his heart, Street immediately woke up. He then sneered and said, "There is no need to lie to me with these empty words. Since I came to find you, naturally, I am not afraid of you controlling me. And if I die, what do you think the rest of Team Nordic will do? Also, let me tell you something else. The leader of Team Nordic exchanged for an Arcanist, which is the wizard of this world. When the two teams clash, who do you think the wizards and elves will side with? "
The old monk's smile did not change, and he did not say anything. He just looked at Street kindly.
Street continued to smile coldly and said directly, "Since I have received your message, it means that I am willing to make a deal with you. A real deal … Of course, you are strong and I am weak. Even if the deal is successful in the end, I will not trust you. So before that, I must add a safety lock on myself …"
As he spoke, a dot of light appeared in Street's palm. Very quickly, the dot of light turned into a small sword with a lock on it. He said to the old monk, "This is Telekinesis … You also have the ability to sense Telekinesis, so you should be able to feel the message inside. It is just a vow. As long as you do not break this vow, this Telekinesis will disappear when you return to the God's Space to recover. If you break this vow, this Telekinesis will pierce through your heart. Also, if I die, this Telekinesis will only become stronger and you will die without a doubt …"
The old monk smiled kindly and waved his hand. The small sword with the lock flew straight into his chest. He then smiled and said, "Child, I will accept any of your suggestions. Because I said before, I am here for peace. I do not want anyone's life, I only want their names. Buddha is the Awakened, he understands everything in this world. Also, my ability is not Telekinesis, it is an ability from the Buddhist scriptures …"
"Dream World Technique."
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