"Why do I feel a little wobbly? Aren't I in bed?”
"Hiss, why does my body hurt so much?"
The young man sat up and shook his head. Looking at the white cloth on his body, the young man was a little stunned.
" The corpse... the corpse is resurrected!" Hearing the voice coming from beside him, the young man subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. However, before he could see it, a sense of weightlessness surrounded him. The next moment, the young man fell to the ground fiercely.
" F * ck…What's going on?" The fall seemed to have turned on a switch, and many memories began to flow into the young man's mind.
" I transmigrated?!" After accepting the memories in his mind, the young man, or perhaps it should be called campbell, understood the current situation. He stood up from the shelf and found that his entire body was covered in purple wounds. When he gently touched the wounds, he immediately felt a heart-piercing pain.
"Those bastards really dared to lay their hands on a child who is not even ten years old!”The pained Canbell grimaced as he spoke with a tone of hatred.
The original owner of this body had been killed by the gangsters nearby. Otherwise, there would be no chance for the current campbell to return to his soul.
" Although I know from the anime that this world isn't a peaceful one, it's darker than I thought," said campbell to himself.
That's right, campbell had already analyzed what kind of place this was from the memories given to him by this body. Even without this memory, anyone who had seen anime would be able to recognize what kind of world this was.
The fifty-meter-tall wall that seemed to be connected to the sky was the best answer. This was…
Enter! Strike! Yes! Huge! people
……
Dragging his body full of pain, campbell returned home. Although it was called home, it was just a garbage dump under an old stone bridge.
There was no hope for a beggar who was less than ten years old and lived alone outside. According to campbell's memory, the original owner of this body was quite satisfied with this residence that didn't need to be drenched in the rain and could even shelter from the wind.
Gently leaning his back against the wall, campbell couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. This body was covered in wounds, and every movement was painful.
After leaning against the wall to recover some strength, campbell slowly rummaged through the trash in his house for a long time before finally finding a small piece of black bread.
This small piece of bread was something that the original owner had saved up with great difficulty.
After soaking the bread in his saliva, only then was he able to swallow the hard black bread. The most important thing now was to survive. No matter what, he didn't want to die again. The feeling of being on the verge of death in his memories was terrible.
After resting against the wall for a while and feeling that he had recovered some strength, he took out all the money that the original owner had saved up with great difficulty according to his memory. With this money, he could at least eat for a few days. In that case, his body could recover a little and he could use other methods to survive.
He took the money to the market and ignored the disdainful gazes of the crowd. This was already a common occurrence in his memory. He didn't feel any fluctuation in his heart and went straight to the entrance of the bakery.
" Give me three pieces of rye bread." campbell handed the money over. The boss, who was about to chase them away, was stunned. He thought that the little beggar was going to steal something. He didn't expect him to use money to buy bread. Tsk tsk, even beggars can buy things.
However, who cared? As long as he had money, he didn't care where the money came from. As long as it was in his hands, it was his.
Holding the panel that he had bought, he walked towards his home. His body was not suitable for movement. After walking for a short distance, he felt that his body was starting to tire. He had to go back and rest quickly.
"Those bastards, I will definitely win back the money next time.”A man walked out of a building while cursing.
When he saw this man, campbell's body subconsciously stiffened. In his memory, he was the one who often abused campbell. When campbell was beaten to death, he was also involved. Now campbell was only hoping that he didn't notice him. Otherwise, if his body was beaten up again, he wouldn't be able to hold on.
" Ah, this isn't from campbell. You're still holding bread. You must have stolen it. Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of the person who lost it." The man pressed his fingers and walked toward campbell with a sinister smile.
campbell didn't explain. the so-called stealing was just an excuse and a cover. it was just to vent his unhappiness from losing money. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Every time the hooligans in town were in a bad mood, they would beat him up to vent their anger.
Just like how he was in the past, he stood there without moving. However, under the cover of the bread bag, he pulled out a small dagger from his pocket.
This was one of the legacies left behind by the old Cambell. However, the old Cambell had never used it once. Even if he resisted, he would only be beaten even more severely. In the past, he had thought of beating Cambell like this, but in the end, he was beaten to death. Moreover, it seemed that the person who had killed Cambell did not even know that he had killed Cambell. He probably thought that he had knocked him out like a group of people.
At the thought of this, campbell felt a burst of anger. He wanted to tear this man into pieces, but he temporarily suppressed this urge. Now was not the time. The distance was too far. When he was close enough, he would have a chance.
Ten steps, five steps, three steps. The man was getting closer and closer. As usual, Canbell didn't dare to resist and was even trembling. The man completely let down his guard and even yawned loudly in front of Canbell.
It was now! Kanbell took a step forward and threw the bread in his hand to the side. The dagger in his right hand quickly slashed across the man's neck, and blood splattered all over Kanbell's body.
Only then did the man realize that something was wrong. He looked at campbell in disbelief and covered his neck to stop the blood from flowing. However, blood still flowed out from the gaps between his fingers. In a few seconds, the man lay on the ground motionless.
He calmly picked up the bread on the ground. Even though he had just killed a campbell, he didn't feel much. He didn't feel nauseous or disgusted at all. Perhaps it was because he was angry.
"Ding!" A crisp sound rang out in his ears, causing his body to freeze.
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