Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 311 - The Unusual Light Elemental Dungeon
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 190: Second Battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 581: Red Threads Encirclement
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 283: Revenge
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 205: Dream
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1096- Seems like an easter egg
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 911: Searching (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095.5- Barbecued bird (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3811: Master
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 11: It’s Fine, Just Do Better In Your Next Life
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 580: Since You Have No Words, We Can Only Kill Each Other
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 282: Truth and Madness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 204: Stairs
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1095- Barbecued bird
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 910: Searching
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 909: Completion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1094- Flame
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 579: The Sky is Already Dark
Twenty-something Johan had many memories of desperate running in his short life.
His earliest running had been as a child when he stole food hidden in a neighbor's junk pile due to extreme hunger. His mother, both ashamed and embarrassed, chased him with a poker from one end of the slums to the other.
Johan only remembered that his mother cried louder than him when she was doling out the beating.
Later, he learned that stealing others' food was wrong because they needed it too… If his theft caused someone else to die so he could live, then he would have made a grave mistake.
Countless running followed, not because John did anything wrong. At least, he was certain of that.
One winter, when he was just over ten, collecting cow dung at the mule and horse market for fuel, a kind stable worker saw him staggering with hunger and gave him a small bag of beans meant for horses to take home.
That small bag of black beans could save his family. When the older kids there tried to steal it, Johan abandoned the dung bag, clutched the beans, and ran for his life, not stopping even when a stone thrown by the other kids cracked his head open, until he reached home and handed the beans to his mother.
As he grew up and started finding odd jobs on the streets of Indahl, Johan had been chased away by city police countless times and had to run from others trying to beat him up for less competition; when he made some money, he had to avoid gangsters and other peers that couldn't find any work…
Johan convinced himself that running away wasn't shameful as long as he hadn't done anything wrong.
Running was for survival—just like he was now. He wasn't a soldier, so his actions weren't desertion.
He was just doing his utmost to flee from those who would harm him.
The forcefully conscripted "militia" had no will to fight from the beginning, not a single person shouted war cries during the forced charge; everyone was just helplessly going with the flow, and after more than ten continuous hours with only some boiled potatoes and no w
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