Laizer walked toward the village. He arrived, and the moment he entered t, the villagers recognized him. At the sight of the young man,
they began to tremble as if he is going to devour them. Those who had been whispering about him before started to run, Thinking, Laizer had come to take revenge.
Oh, so it is like this, if I am weak they will curse me and will sneer. But now they had seen some action, they are running now in fear of death.
The world operated this way: being weak was a sin, while being a powerful is a blessing.
These people, all they knew is how to kneel and bow before strength;
It had been decided from birth — they would live under the boots of the strong. Laizer thought all of this, staring with a calm look on his face.
People had gathered, and the village chief stepped forward.
"Please—wait, young man. An old man holding a wood stick and with bed back appear before laizer with a terrified look on his face.
Listen to us, young man.
He was afraid and was trying to stop laizer.
We don't know what we have done wrong. I beg you, have mercy. We are the only people who are trying to survive. Life here is already too hard. Please spare the village. I ask forgiveness if we have offended you."
The chief's request with trembling, terror filled voice.
Laizer was just standing there. He did not reply; he was simply staring at them with a calm and emotionless face.
The chief sighed. With disappointment.
"Young man, I think you will not let this pass. Take your anger out on me — please leave the villagers alone. At least spare their lives.
He begged, with old and wrinkled full face. He was already trembling because of weak body out of old age.
"Hungry," Laizer said.
"Huh?" The chief lifted his head, not understanding.
"Hey, you old bones. Laizer shout, pointing his finger on chief,
I'm hungry. My legs are trembling from hunger. I've been starving for days. Stop your bullshit and give me a proper meal!"
Laizer barked.
"I don't need the lives of you worthless people. You're not even worthy of me to kill you.
You're lower than scum, you watch a girl get abused in the open, children suffer, even someone being murdered, and you just stand there and watch?"
A nervous, broken laugh escaped the chief mouth. "Ha… ha… ha. You're right, young man.
We are certainly low life and lower than scum. But we couldn't do anything. All we could do is stand around and wait for our turn."
"Stop your blabbering and feed me. Laizer ordered clearly.
And tell me where that girl and her brother are, did they survive?" Laizer was eager to know about those siblings.
Silence break. And Finally, the chief spoke.
"Young man, the girl survived. She took her brother and left the village.
We don't know where she went. I hope her brother had survived; his injuries were severe."
The chief's voice was small and uncertain.
Young man, please wait, we prepare a meal for you. Chief said humbly, lowering is head.
After a short while.
The villagers prepared a meal for laizer.
Laizer ate like a starving beast — devouring the equivalent of ten people's rations, while the villagers watched from the side. Suddenly, a little girl fainted.
"Ziya!" cried her father, grabbing his daughter.
Laizer watched this out of the corner of his eye and asked, with meat still in his mouth, pointing out the bone to ziya dad, "What happened? Why did she faint?"
"Munch… munch… sheesh, you're ruining my meal," he said carelessly as he chewed.
Ziya's father, Jirad, was gritting his teeth. He kept his daughter pressed up against his chest. He wanted to do something. But could not, he was totally helpless.
"Hah? Why are you crying, old man? It's just your daughter fainting. What's the big deal?" Laizer said, unconcernedly.
Jirad snapped. The rest of the villagers stiffened, anger was building, even as they bowed their heads as they always did.
"Just faint?
This is because of people like you!"
Because there are people like you on this earth, we ordinary people suffer.
jirad barked with wide open mouth and hatred full eyes"
If it hadn't been for men like you, we all could have even been living in peace,"
Laizer, was still eating, carelessly than he asked,
"How? Explain."
"Explain?" Jirad replied with tearful eyes. "Do you want an explanation? The food you're eating so lavishly. That comes from the village's collected resources.
Others and I gave up the little we had. We sold things, we spent our meager savings so you could have a single meal. My daughter has been hungry for two days. She drinks only water. No one in this village has had a full meal for ages, and still you eat as if nothing is wrong."
His words poured out — all the anger and pain he had held down for years. He had given up, already and was ready to die, because after this, either this man would kill him or hunger would.
Laizer clapped slowly. "Ooh, nice. Nice speech, old man.
But why the fuss over just your daughter fainting?" he scoffed.
The villagers' anger boiled over, but they held it as always — heads bowed.
Laizer walked to Jirad. "Did you shed tears when someone else in your village suffered?
Did you stand up when the Zura sect bastards were killing innocents?
Did you protect other families? You watched. And now it's your turn to suffer while others are watching."
Jirad's anger crumbled into tears as realization hit him. This was the same old pattern. He had been thinking his suffering was special — but it wasn't. It was the same fate as everyone else. The villagers, eyes opening to the truth they had refused to admit, whispered among themselves.
"What should we do?one speak
Where can we go? Another ask!
We don't have power. We cannot cultivate; we have no backing of immortals. All we want is to live simply." Jirad shout and clenched his fists until his fingernails pierced and palm start bleeding.
Laizer eye turn to jirad fist that was bleeding, he saw clearly those tears the blood that was dripping from his fist. And other villager's heads that were bent down already and their twisted facial expressions and struggle to hold back their anger.
He softened for an instant.
It's not entirely their fault, he thought. What could these people do against such powers? They will die if they resist. They only want to live. He sighed.
"Enough. Let me see your daughter." Laizer said with calm voice.
He step forward and knelt beside Ziya. She was gaunt and pale — a child in desperate need of nourishment.
Ding:Master — do you want me to examine her?
"Huh? System, can you do this?" Laizer murmured.
Ding:"Yes. Just touch her,"
Laizer placed his hand lightly on Ziya.
Ding:Name: Ziya. Age: 9. Ability: strong medical understanding. Body status: temporary drop in blood sugar (glucose).
"Wow. Amazing — you're also a doctor, System," Laizer said, he was impressed.
The villagers were startled by Laizer's unexpected behavior; they had no idea what he was doing — he seemed to be talking to himself.
Hey! What is he doing?
I don't know, maybe he has some type of disorder!
Villagers murmured.
Laizer asked the system, "Is there any way to treat her? Can you do it?"
Ding:Yes. I can treat her 100% using system energy.
"Then treat her, please!" Laizer urged.
Ding:I can't.
"Huh? Why not? You just said you could."
Ding:I certainly can, but I am linked with your soul. I cannot overperform beyond your body's current capacity. You are too weak, and you have not yet fully inherited system power. I cannot perform right now.
Laizer's shoulders slumped. He tried again. "Is there any temporary treatment you can do?"
The villagers peered curiously at Laizer, wondering whom he was speaking to. They did not know of the System.
Hey ! I am telling you, he has some issues.
Hey, shut up, he will hear you. You will die.
Ding:There is a temporary fix. You cannot yet use powers or martial arts, but I can channel another's energy through your body to perform some tasks.
Laizer snapped back to attention. "Then tell me how to do it!"
Ding:Find a warrior with a strong dantian. I can extract energy from his body and use it to treat her without killing him. If we use a weak person, they will die instantly.
"Too dangerous," Laizer said at once.
"Hey! Remove your hand from my daughter and go away!" Jirad shouted, furiously.
"Cool down. I want to treat her. Is there any warrior in this village?" Laizer asked.
Villagers were shocked by his question, and Jirad replied, You want to help? Don't toy with us, leave the village, we could handle our affairs ourselves.