Chapter 38: Only the Strong Live
In Symphonium City, a small town, nothing special. People were passing by. Queen ran towards Wine, where two other children were waiting for their positions. Queen arrived in front of Wine.
Queen's right hand reached out and quickly grabbed Wine's purse. Thud! Thud!
Queen grabbed Wine's purse, who had a puzzled expression on her face, wondering who had stolen it this morning.
Queen grabbed the purse and ran forward through the crowd.
Wine, still drunk, frowned, tilted her head to look behind her, where Queen was running. "Oh, it's the thief? Huh!? Thieves! Catch that kid!" Wine realized a little too late and hurried forward. Thud! Thud! Bang!
Ugh!
In front of Wine, Olion's foot leaped and kicked Wine in the face.
Wine was kicked in the face by a child's foot. Olion kicked Wine in the face and landed with a thud! Olion landed beautifully, but Wine fell to the ground. Thud! Thud!
Wine looked up at the cloudy sky with a drunken expression. "Ah, I feel dizzy. I think I saw a glimpse of someone stamping on my face?" Wine sat up and smiled, remembering something.
The surrounding people stood watching, watching like spectators, not wanting to interfere, just watching. Other people's business was their own.
"Oh, I forgot. A thief stole my money, didn't he?"
Wine stood up and staggered, like a drunk, walking around with no energy at all. Wine took two steps and fell to the ground. Thud! Thud!
Wine's face fell to the floor, a look that said he needed to rest for a while because he was very tired and very drunk. "Forget it, I'll just sleep here." Wine began to close his eyes, trying to dream well, but if he woke up, it would be a nightmare he couldn't wake from.
On one side, Queen ran in and hid in a corner, where Vinceris was waiting. Queen handed Vinceris her wallet. "Here's your wallet, we'll meet up there."
"Sure, be careful."
Queen ran away, trying to lure the stalker to take Wine's money.
Vinceris started running hurriedly.
After a short while, Vinceris stopped, looking around the corner where three men were standing, smiling at Vinceris.
A thin man, around twenty years old, smiled confidently. He had short, black hair, a large body but thin enough to see bones, and dirty clothes. He could be called a beggar, just like Vinceris.
Hi, Vinceris. You've earned a lot of money. We're planning to snatch it from that guy anyway, so hand it over if you don't want to get hurt. We have to spend money and buy food. Consider this your wages for today, sir. "Dante walked towards Vinceris with a relaxed expression.
Every step he took showed his confidence that he had defeated a five-year-old boy.
Vinceris maintained a calm expression. [There are three enemies. Defeating is not the answer.]
So, we'll have to run. These guys, seeing our path, want to take it from us? Step over my dead body first. This is what Queen and Olion stole. I'm not giving it up.]
Vinceris secretly looked behind him. A man about Dante's age was standing in front of Vinceris, causing Vinceris to be blocked. Dante smiled slyly.
"What the hell, Vinceris? Did you steal something? That's not right. You're a child, a child who's been stealing since you were a child. To uphold justice, Dante, I'll return what you stole to its owner. So, hand me the bag of money." Dante approached with a relaxed expression, threatening the five-year-old.
Vinceris tossed the bag of money into the air. The bag landed in Vinceris' hand. Thud!
"It must be a cruel city, but I like your methods. You have your own reasons. Those two men over there are struggling to survive, and the one behind them is struggling too. That's why I like Queen. The strong can conquer anything in this world. As long as we're strong, we can conquer everything. Only the victors have the right to live. The weak perish. That's the law. Come on, Dante. Twenty-something adults ganged up on a five-year-old, and there were four of them. Does that mean your age isn't a factor? The idea of snatching things from a child is a developmental trait.
A man behind Vinceris ran toward him. The sound of footsteps thumping!
Vinceris turned around, clutching a bag of money tightly. The hand touching the bag told me immediately that the wine was rich. Vinceris swung the bag of money towards a man's face. "Fu!" "Take it. I'll lend you a second."
The bag of money struck a man's face. Bang! Blood gushed out of his face, and the bag of money flew out. Fu!
Vinceris prepared to run and grab the bag of money.
Dante's right hand reached out and grabbed Vinceris's arm. "Fu!" Thud! "I got you, girl. You've lost."
Dante smirked. "That's the way the world is. Be proud you understand it." Dante's right hand swung towards Vinceris' face. Puff! Bang! His fist-clenched right hand struck Viserys squarely in the face. The evil man could punch a five-year-old child in the face if anyone saw him. But unfortunately, that thought wouldn't happen because there were no people around. Vinceris rolled onto the ground. Puff! Thud! His nose was bleeding nonstop, and blood was gushing from his mouth.
Vinceris stood up, his face bleeding. Any five-year-old child who'd been through something like this would cry out. Having grown up in a trash can on the side of the road and survived with two others, Vinceris had cried, shed tears, and asked for help. The cruelty of homeless children taught him how to understand the world. People have different lives, so no one would help themselves. "That's quite violent. Don't you know how to hold back, Dante?" "
Dante picked up the bag of money and looked at the man whose face had been hit by the bag. "What's wrong? It hurts like hell. Come on, let's stomp on that little girl and teach her a lesson." Dante pointed his finger at Vinceris' face. "You started it."
Man One ran toward Vinceris. Thud! Thud! Vinceris wiped the blood from his mouth. Vinceris looked behind him but couldn't defend himself.
Man Two's right foot came forward and kicked Vinceris in the back. Phew! Thud!
Ugh!
Vinceris lunged forward with a powerful kick. Phew! Thud! Vinceris' body fell to the ground. Vinceris quickly got to his feet.
Man One's right foot swung at Vinceris' face. Phew! Thud!
Ugh!
"Tch, how dare you, little brat!" Man One swung his foot and stomped on Vinceris, seriously injuring him. His right foot stomped on the five-year-old boy without mercy, thinking of Viserys as a punching bag. The sound of his feet hitting Viserys's body was loud: thump, thump, thump!
Blood from Viserys' body began to splatter. One man stopped himself and looked at Vinceris's bloody body on the ground. Another man looked on proudly, blood dripping from his nose. In contrast, Vinceris lay buried in a pile of feet, unable to move. Viserys tried to look up at Dante.
But before he could see Dante, Vinceris had fainted.