The story of justice as a Tucao servant

57. Fanwai·——The Silver Dollar of the Stars

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Today, the blond boy also lives a life of starvation.

This is the slum of Pori.

No matter how developed the outside world is, nothing here will change.

Cheating, fighting, biting, struggling, people die every day for a moldy bread.

In the boy's mind, there is always a lingering voice saying:

"You don't belong here."

(Sounds as inconceivable as the government would remember to give us relief food.)

The boy thought so.

"I want to...be a hero."

Teenagers don't get along well with this slum.

As if born with an aristocratic elegance, even wearing shabby clothes, that temperament will never change.

The boy left here and came to the outside world for the first time.

That is - a world full of steam and dust.

The roaring machinery, like a greedy monster, spit out suffocating smoke.

People were walking numbly on the street, some were reading today's newspaper, and some were hurrying on their way, as if they wanted to get rid of the ubiquitous gray smoke.

(Is this, the world beyond the ghetto?)

"Get out of the way! Don't get in the way!" A voice blew the whistle, waking up the young man who was immersed in thinking.

The steam car that was billowing thick smoke was just around the corner. Looking at the shabby young man, the owner shouted arrogantly:

"The poor should just obediently rot in the slums!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry for blocking your way, I'll get out of the way immediately."

Suppressing the tears from falling, the young man huddled in a deserted corner.

The sky is gray, no, it should be said that the blue sky always belongs to those who make this gray sky.

"I'm... a hero, and I'm going to change that."

The boy stood up again.

"Someone will need me!"

At the gate of the opera house, he saw a young girl who was begging.

"I beg you, my mother has tuberculosis and I can't even find a doctor, please help me!"

The group of spectators who didn't even take a look at the show, heard this sentence, moved away from the girl one after another.

There was a silver dollar in the boy's worn pocket.

That is the hope that teenagers live by.

"No, take it!"

The boy gave all the money he had left to the girl.

"Thank you! May the God of Creation be with you!"

(Hero, you have to pay something, right?) The boy thought so.

Heart warm.

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The river, which was originally clear and sweet, is now filled with stench, rolling with dirty black waves.

People clutched their noses and streamed quickly on the bridge.

An old woman was shivering under a bridge.

The cold wind pierced through the bridge hole and pierced into her thin body.

"Please use mine." The young and soft voice came to her ears.

The shabby but warm overcoat was draped over the woman, and the blond boy with only one shirt left showed a smile.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The bone-piercing wind hit the young man's body, the young man shivered reflexively, and then he pretended to be strong and puffed out his chest.

"Who made me a hero who saves others?"

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The sky began to rain continuously.

The rain that was supposed to moisten everything was now dirty and horribly corrosive.

Bitter black raindrops, the world is crying.

"Fortunately, I have a hat." The boy straightened the beret he picked up, and said to himself.

Until he saw a man who lost his hands crying in the rain.

He was wearing, undoubtedly, the uniform of the Federation. ——As a disabled veteran, now he is homeless.

Democracy and freedom are now jokes and empty talk.

"???"

A battered, pudding-filled beret shielded the man from the filthy rain.

"Uncle who fought for the country, such an ending is a pity, isn't it?"

The boy showed a bright smile in the rain.

"thanks......."

"You don't have to thank me, I'm a hero!"

After speaking, the boy ran away in the rain.

Today's teenagers have nothing.

Cold, hunger, pain, all tortured him.

The young man lay paralyzed in a corner where no one was there, looking up at the night sky where there was nothing.

Darkness gradually invaded.

(Am I going to die?) The boy thought.

"I really want to, there is a hero who can save me!"

(I'm just a worthless trash hero who wants to save face.)

Suddenly, the boy saw the shining stars all over the sky.

In this day and age, that's an almost impossible miracle.

"Whoa, whoa-"

Countless silver coins fell down like rain—that was money that the young man would not be able to use up in his entire life.

The red-haired boy, wearing a sleeveless vest that didn't match the winter at all, appeared in front of the blond boy surrounded by silver coins.

But the boy could no longer be seen.

The red-haired boy stared blankly at the blond boy who was no longer breathing, and clenched his fists.

"This is the third one, and I'm one step too late, Ellen..."

"This era, this world! It's broken!"

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[Pinch him from Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale - "The Silver Dollar of the Stars"]

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Calling of Heroic Spirits——Faiwei Andinis

Class: a.venger (Avenger)

Muscle strength: E

Durability: E

Agility: EX

Magic: EX

lucky: E

Noble Phantasm: EX

Height/weight: 160cm·50kg

Source: Tales from Parallel Worlds

Region: Europe

Attribute: Order · Evil

Gender: Male

The hero who came as an avenger with great malice towards this world, his own strength and defense were further weakened, but the strengthening of the body by magic can still make all the stats reach the B level

Possess skills:

Eternal time A: In the endless time, the wisdom that ordinary people cannot match has been accumulated.

Will of Destruction C: Is this the will of the dragon, or the will of the boy himself?

The ideal of equality EX: What teenagers yearn for is that the world will always be peaceful.

Inherent skills:

Against Magic A

Divinity: EX

Treasures:

The Ultimate Equal World: EX

Anti-City Noble Phantasm, maximum catch: 1-100

Inherent enchantment, the image of an equal and peaceful world that teenagers look forward to is manifested.

Nothingness and eternal silence.

absolute equality.

call:

Fei Aiwei Andiniz, summoned by the hatred in your heart, as an avenger.

Please use my power to take revenge on this dirty world!

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