Just then, a line of text popped into Vuuven's mind:
Beginner Quest (Stage Quest): Escape the Trash Can.
Quest Content: Because the heartless boss, Tsuruta, abandoned you, a young child, in the trash can. The nights here are extremely cold. If you don't want to freeze to death, you'd better escape the trash can within three hours!
Quest Reward: Kunai Throwing (Beginner).
Quest Time Limit: Three hours.
Escape the trash can within three hours!
It sounded simple, but Vuuven observed it carefully. This trash can was a huge thing, two meters long and one meter high. The walls were smooth, with no footholds. For someone less than half a meter tall like him, it was practically a prison.
Vuuven lowered his body, trying to find something useful in the trash can.
"This is really quite a challenge for me!" After searching for a long time, Vuuven only found a huge fish skeleton in the trash can.
There was no need to try...
This fish skeleton, even with his own height, was less than a meter.
"It seems I can't escape on my own."
This was also why Tsuruta left him here and left without a care.
Vuuven casually tossed aside the fishbone, pondered, and sat down. Conserving his energy would allow him to endure longer.
"Since that's the case..."
Vuuven reached into the wooden treasure chest in the system.
He only hoped to find an item that could help him escape. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned...
The wooden treasure chest slowly opened, a faint glow flashing.
Lowest-tier Noble Phantasm: (Automatically Recoverable Time-Space Kunai)
Character: Vuuven.
Item: Automatically Recoverable Time-Space Kunai (sharper than a regular kunai, possessing the magical power of automatic recovery).
Chakra: None.
Ninjutsu: None.
Vuuven gripped the kunai, which glowed black, and sighed helplessly: "Although it's a good item, it doesn't help much in the current situation..."
While the kunai was sharp, Vuuven's strength was simply too weak. It was too difficult to use it to cut through this thick iron plate.
More importantly, as time passed... Vuuven's limbs were so cold he couldn't muster any strength. Unbeknownst to him, two hours had already passed…
"That means if I can't escape in the remaining hour, I'll freeze to death!?"
At this point, Vuuven no longer cared about attracting Tsurata's attention. He pounded his fist against the metal plate.
"Help! Help!"
In this situation, he could only hope someone would hear him and rescue him.
"Bang, bang, bang…!"
The sounds of impact from the trash can in the quiet alley were somewhat muffled. Vuuven tilted his head back, raised his arm, and slammed it against the hard metal plate again and again. The last hour was almost over, but Vuuven felt he might not last the last hour.
Although he was trying his best to conserve his energy, calling for help was too exhausting.
"Help! Someone…"
Vuuven felt the warmth slowly draining from his chest. The life of a one-year-old infant was so fragile, like a pitiful stray cat. Before long, he would be frozen solid, then dragged away by the garbage collectors and thrown into the raging fire.
"Someone, save me..."
Vuuven desperately tilted his head back, using the last of his strength to throw himself violently against the metal plate...