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A figure strolled down a big street; sure, it was the typical Souto street with uninterested people.

Karl Zëäl was the name of this individual. 'Nothing has changed in three years.' Zëäl remarked this as he witnessed people abusing a vulnerable man with no one lifting a finger or doing anything.

Everyone focused on their issue. In any case, Zëäl seems unfazed by the changes. They appeared to be too insignificant for him to notice.

Zëäl still wore his cyan hanfu costume, but something had changed. That is the level of quality and elegance. Zëäl previously wore something nice but not brand new.

'The sun is scorching today—I'm fatigued from its scorching energy,' Zëäl remarked sluggishly.

If he could make one modest wish, it would be to lie down and sleep. He couldn't care less if the world fell apart.

Walking along this path, Zëäl reflected on all the horrors he had experienced. He remembered the first time someone complimented him. He recalled that girl's face.