Chapter 41: A Glimpse Into The Past
At 3 p.m., he finished his last class of the day.
An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional chirps of birds and the faint rustling of leaves.
Rex sat on the same weathered wooden bench as in the morning.
His hands rested on his hips, constantly clenching and relaxing, though it wasn’t clear whether it was due to nervousness or excitement.
Inhale... exhale...
He drew in long, deep breaths, trying to steady his restless mind as his eyes locked on the horizon, unfocused.
Honestly, this mission was one of the biggest risks, and possibly the biggest. He had ever taken in both of his lives.
In his past life as a penniless orphan crushed under the heel of a brutal, indifferent society. he had endured things far more harrowing than this—things ordinary people couldn’t even imagine. But back then, he didn’t have the courage to stand up against it, or rather, he couldn’t afford the risk of failure. He lacked the resources, the backing—and most of all, the luxury of failure.
One, only one wrong move, would have been enough to spell the doom of his entire life.
He hadn’t always been like that. Life in the orphanage was hard, grueling hard, but he had always remained optimistic about the future, just like any other kid. He used to dream. He used to hope.
So when he finally left the orphanage and entered society, reality taught him lessons no book ever could.