Chapter 2; Sewer Rat

***He who stared at the abyss is bound to meet his end***

A boy around eighteen stared at the bustling market, living his life under the sewer was something he could never imagine.

If there's one thing he wishes, it is to escape from this place, where he lives his life like a rat.

He is a young man who learned to live a life where he couldn't trust someone and even if he could he knows that it isn't possible anymore.

Though the neon light shone, its shine couldn't be compared to the light of hope in a young child's eye.

Though neon light shone, it is nothing but a product of humans, compared to the light of happiness it is nothing but a mockery, an imitation, but that was that and this was this.

And he, who considered himself as a byproduct of human lies and betrayal. He understood that knowing something is far more important than knowing someone.

He closed his eyes and stopped staring at the market, then he turned back to what his doing. He walked into the sewer side, where only the sound of water flow and his footsteps resound. And as he walked memories flashed before his eyes, memories he never needed and never wanted, yet even if he tried to, his ability to remember and comprehend everything at a glance is something that is a blessing and curse.

He understood that nothing would change because memory and pain are connected, even if he tried to forget it he knew he could never erase the pain that is inflicted.

He walked to the intersection of the sewer there he found a door, entering that door, he was greeted with a sight of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of books. His room only has two things aside from a bed, that is a chest where his coins are, and the book that is separated into two. To the right where everything—Book is already read and to the left where the books haven't been touched and read yet, it's already gathering dusk that's why for a moment he thought of cleaning it.

With reluctant looks, he walked outside and started looking for a broom and dustpan. after finding one, which is quite weird he starts cleaning his room and extensively cleaning every book. Once he's done, he starts reading without caring about his rumbling stomach.

It's alright, that's what he always thought. After all, he could survive without eating for a week or two.

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GRUUUMMBLEEE!!!

The sound of the boy's stomach is getting louder and louder as the day passes by. it seems that he needed to start looking for food.

With a made-up mind, He stood up and walked toward my chest, He opened it and saw a couple of coins.

And start counting it, 1,2,3…8 zeli.

Sigh*.

"What can I buy with this" He commented with a bothered expression. truth be told, 8 zeli isn't even enough to buy a piece of bread. Opening the door, he starts moving. With a steady stride, he walks toward the intersection then, to the right. he immediately sees a light coming from one of the canals. He slowly wormed his way out.

He stared at the people that moving without caring for him or anyone then he looked back and noticed no one, which he found weird because he was in an alley where all kinds of beggars lived.

He looked around trying to find clues and as he looked around, he could see signs of infighting. blood is scattered throughout the alley. he walked deeper into the alley and seeing no one, he narrowed his eyes and focused his vision. there he saw a dead person.

'The body is identified as a male, wearing a trench black coat, with a sword impaled in his chest, the man looks like a traveler, and the blood is still fresh, maybe around two or three hours ago. looking at the quality of his Coat, he is around B or A class traveler and is quite rich.' His thoughts immediately create an extensive detail on a body.

he walked toward the body with slow and calculated steps, he took a mask and white gloves. Once he is one step away from the man he pry the sword that is impaled in the man's chest. He starts patting the body, his eyes glint a few times before he starts looting the body.

What he found isn't something he is expecting aside from the storage ring in his pocket, and a compass there is nothing but trash in the body.

A couple of cigarettes pack, a porno magazine, a and pendant. to be honest, the pendant isn't that bad, considering it was miscellaneous items or trash. In the end, it still has some uses so take it. what he gained in the body is a black long sword with exquisite runes–The sword that is impaled in his body. A storage ring, a compass, and a pendant. All in all, he could say this guy is loaded.

He then stood up and clasped his hand a couple of times before bowing down.

"May you rest in peace" He whispered and closed his eyes and then he left the scene. Storing the sword in the storage ring and other items will give him reassurance.

But to his surprise, the only thing that he could store was the sword aside from that, the other were rejected.

'I should have known.' he thought because aside from the sword, the pendant and the compass were on the other part of his pocket coat. If he could store it he should have done that from the very start, since it isn't stored, it's either an ancient artifact or a normal item.

He suddenly paused and looked back, he stared at the body walked straight to it, and picked up the other two items that he deemed trash.

"I should have known that there was more from it." he said while narrowing his eyes. He then opens the cigarette pack, where he finds a key, and in the porno magazine, he found a hidden message.

"I should have known." he muttered one last time and closed his eyes for a moment before putting it back to how he found the two items.

He walked toward the canal and wormed his way back, he looked around, knowing that no one was there. He walked back to what he called his house. he closed his eyes and recall everything that transpired.

"Fuck." he said and shook his head "Fuck." "Fuck." "Fuck." he said again and again.

"I messed up big time." he facepalm and walks around the small room, he then stops and picks he's notebook under the bed, and then he starts writing everything.