Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
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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