Miserable Wretches 🥀

Chapter 3.0- His concerns 🥀

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Time quietly went on as Cale heard a brief sharp sound.

Choo! Choo!!

The clock ticked at IV when eventually a locomotive leaves its railway station and goes on its first earliest journey of the day.

The current mansion that Cale was at, was far away from the middle-class districts where hard-earning workers leave their rented house to catch the available earliest train. What's more, in addition to the locomotive's engine noises, Cale could also see many pedestrians walking back and forth on the street through his wide silver-embedded window— which is very likely to be the obvious flaunt of aristocrats in this kingdom.

From the view of his third floor room, the people outside seemed like small insects that were shuttling around to look for available foods. As for the horse carriages on the narrow streets, if one didn't pay enough attention, it would be no different from the group of ants who finally found sufficient food to carry on their back as they proceeded to return to their home cave.

Cale stood by the window as he watched the lively streets crowded with all sorts of people.

It was still 4am and yet, people had no choice but to end their rest and began working for their living.

At times, Cale would find himself amused and chuckled at the thought of him who used to sleep until afternoon because he had nothing to do. While at times, he would sadden his gaze at the crowded and actively people.

'Perhaps, Seoul would also be like this if there weren't any monster invasions..'

This 'Cale Henituse' is someone who had encountered the loss of his house due to monsters that suddenly invaded the earth on one fateful day. He had experienced the losses of the people who he once shared food and blanket with, in the central shelter. That one building that had stood firm ever since the apocalypse, suddenly broke down, allowing monsters to enter, as they massacred any living beings they saw.

That 'Cale Henituse' had lost the talkative mister who always nagged around with his mouth because he had nothing below his knees. He had lost the grandma whose healing ability was limited yet still cured his small little painless wounds.

He had lost the kind siblings who clearly knew that he was picked on because he was useless, but yet, they still looked at him with those generous gazes and was willing to share their food even though it might not even sufficient to fulfill their own stomach.

Finally, he had lost someone who was selfish and cruel on the outside but was enough to move him to tears when he yelled for the survivors to flee, leaving him to block the monsters that could squeeze him flat at any seconds.

That last person wasn't really someone that he was close enough to call a 'loss', however, in some aspects, even though he's a selfish bastard, he still had enough humanity to stand up for the weak. At some points, he could even consider as 'Cale Henituse' 's savior, as he wouldn't live until this day if not for that bastard.

However, even though all the mentioned points above were the losses that he had experienced, they still weren't considered as a 'loss' yet, because all of those were just a beginning; a beginning that still has a long way to go toward the end.

After seeing the people who took care of him, halted their breathe one by one, 'Cale Henituse' started to improve himself. That was the only way he could protect himself and the people he cared about.

Months after months, 'Cale Henituse' soon awakened his first ability. Even though it wasn't much of value, he risked his life and tried his best to put the ability into practice to use it to its fullest potential.