He didn't know how many times he hit it, but it wasn't until the last trace of energy in his body disappeared that Yan stopped.

I don’t know when it happened, but the hyena’s clenched mouth became crooked and its neck turned in a circle.

Ayan saw a trace of fear on its face.

"Haha, I'm pretty good at it!"

Thinking of Adolf's words, Ayan laughed silently and lay weakly on the ground.

The past life begins to appear like a revolving lantern.

From a difficult birth to growing up in hardship.

From narrowly escaping death while searching for food in the sewers, to fighting with people for scraps of supplies and getting beaten to death.

There seems to be no moment worth remembering, and no one worth thanking.

Before he died, Ayan couldn't even conceive of an object worth remembering in his mind.

parents?

He left this world of suffering long before he could remember when he was born.

friend?

Wanderers don't have any friends. Maybe two people who were good friends a moment ago will start fighting over a piece of black bread.

Maybe Trek is one?

At least he gave himself the possibility of dying together.

Ayan's mind began to become confused and his vision began to blur.

Faintly, the rough face of 'Trek' seemed to appear in the distance, and several figures whose faces could not be seen clearly appeared.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it feebly, then dropped it and fell into the ruins.
Chapter completed!