Chapter 273
Do you know how much rage is buried in that forest?
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One day.
The child was suffering from hunger.
There’s nothing to eat here.’
Looking here, looking there—nothing but weeds. The colors were pitch-dark, and no matter how hard the child looked, nothing seemed edible. The smell was strange. And even the soil those weeds had rooted in was a muddled color.
The clever child endured the hunger as best they could. If they ate something like this just because they were hungry, they’d immediately get sick. There was no medicine, no one to care for them. They didn’t want that.
But eventually, they reached their limit.
“...Ugh...”
Just one sip of water.
‘If I drink it just once, maybe it’ll be okay.’
They would sip it slowly, so they wouldn’t get indigestion. It would taste horrible, surely, but if they didn’t drink even this stagnant black water, they felt like they’d die right away. And they didn’t want that.