Chapter 75: Aftermath

Forgetting his thoughts, Levi pressed onward, making his way to the place where he had spent most of his life—his slum house.

As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the eyes of the people around him, their gazes lingering on him with a mix of curiosity and longing. The residents wore torn clothes, their weary eyes reflecting a hunger that went beyond just food. It was as if the weight of their existence had exhausted them to the point of resignation.

Levi recognized those eyes. They were the same eyes he had seen in the mirror just a month ago. Back then, he had shared their struggle, feeling the same gnawing emptiness.

Now, dressed in neat, high-quality clothes purchased with the credits he had earned, he appeared to them as a noble, an outsider who no longer belonged in the slums. Their gazes felt like silent pleas, a collective yearning for help that hung heavy in the air.

Some might assume that Levi may feel pity for them, but he didn't.

Why would he?

Just days ago, he had been in their position, grappling with desperation.

Nothing had come easily to him. He had clawed his way through hell to reach a better place, each step fraught with danger.

The only reason he was back in the slums was to visit a friend who had once treated him kindly in this harsh environment.

He wondered if he might have been inclined to help them if they had helped him back then, but the thought felt too harsh, too unrealistic.

Would he have shared his hard-earned money with a stranger?

Would he have shared his bread, the only piece he would have on a day with someone else?

The answer was clear - Absolutely Not!

why would he?

Deep down, he acknowledged a truth about himself—He was selfish.

He was also delusional to expect help from others.

Yet, that was just who he was.

He was no saint, nor a hero.

He was simply a narrow-minded boy who had learned to accept that fact without shame.

He felt no obligation to carry the burdens of others when he had barely managed to shoulder his own.

For he was the Forsaken!

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Kai bowed his head immediately, ashamed. "I will do better, father. I swear it."

But he didn't seem convinced.

"Go into seclusion. Train hard. I do not want to see your face until you have improved significantly," the patriarch commanded, his voice brokering no argument.

While Kai immediately got up and turned to leave.

His shoulders slumped in defeat as he walked out, there was an emotion that blazed in his heart at this moment - Hate!

As he controlled his tears and made his way back - the hate for Levi in his heart grew - so much so that he gritted his teeth and dug his fingers deep into his palm.

This shame - he would remember it.

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Silence descended the study room as Kai left and a second later, the patriarch's voice cut through the air.

"Kaizer."

A figure materialized in the room as if born from the fire itself, his form flickering with embers. He stood with a stoic expression and a slight bow.

"Where is the boy now?" the patriarch inquired, his tone chilling.

"He is Mercenary Federation, they are giving him quite a lot of security," Kaizer answered, his voice steady.

The patriarch's eyes narrowed, flames flickering in their depths. "Can you bring him to me?"

Kaizer shook his head.

"I apologize, patriarch. While I am more than capable, it would be too obvious. If something were to happen to the boy now - the Malakani family would be blamed - there were too many spectators after all and even the Mercenary Federation would not sit still. It would be best to wait until he enters Paradise again."

Silence fell over the room, heavy with tension.

The patriarch's face hardened as he contemplated his options. Then after a brief silence, he spoke again.

"Make sure he pays for laying his hands on the Makalani's heir."

Kaizer looked at the patriarch and bowed slightly, his demeanor unwavering.

"Understood."

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