Chapter 631 - - Evil people are naturally tormented by other evil people_1

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Wandering children generally only find themselves in a few situations, either being abducted and sold by human traffickers, being captured by beggars and exploited to beg for money on the streets, or being adopted by kind-hearted people…

But the odds of being adopted by kind-hearted people are quite low.

Moreover, being adopted by a good person would not be of much direct help to Duge’s current situation; theoretically, being affiliated with an organization would be the best solution.

After so many days, he hadn’t awakened a single skill, and in this world filled with gods and demons, having no skills was like having no sense of security at all.

He needed to figure out a way to strike at this world’s hidden dangers.

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The small town where Duge was, is called Fan City, a remote county town far away from the Capital. According to Tie Niu’s memory, it never snowed here. At the coldest times, one would only need to wear an extra layer of clothing.

Thus.

The geographical location of Fan City could be classified as subtropical.

“Kind-hearted person, please pity me, I haven’t eaten for three days,” Duge begged on the streets of Fan City, while simultaneously observing the town’s power dynamics. There were men and women on the street, occasionally, young couples could be seen walking together, as well as Martial Artists or Swordsmen with swords hanging by their waists.

Thus, the customs of this world seemed to be relatively lenient.

In the meantime.

Duge passed by the County Government once.

There were two stone lions squatting at the entrance of the County Government, with Government Officials on duty at the gate who ignored him completely, not even noticing anything unusual about this small beggar.

Then, Duge wandered around the Land God Temple and the City God Temple.

The Land God Temple was a small shrine with a few sticks of incense, while the City God Temple was much larger, with a Temple Priest managing it. People came and went, offering incense and prayers.

After praying to the City God, the Incense Guests would seek a fortune stick from the Temple Priest, who would then interpret it for them.

Duge eavesdropped on the Temple Priest interpreting the fortunes, hearing nothing but clichés that could be interpreted in any way one wanted—a real scam artist.

If even such a person could proudly serve as a Temple Priest, it meant the intervention of the Gods in the Mortal Realm was next to none.

Indeed, if every matter were managed by spirits and deities, what would be the point of human officials?

For safety’s sake, Duge did not dare to enter the City God Temple to check its interior layout.

At his current level of power, which was that of a typical adult, he could not risk being exposed; should that happen, he would have no choice but to reveal his Divine Power.

Moreover, gods and ghosts have always had the ability to become invisible to mortals. Duge did not feel confident dealing with them at this stage.

Therefore, he still had to learn Immortal Techniques.

It was just that he wasn’t sure if the Immortal Sects would be easy to infiltrate. Being in a child’s body was a huge disadvantage, since it was conspicuously obvious in any endeavor. Merely entering an Immortal Sect would be enough to reveal his abnormality even without the need for a Demon Revealing Mirror.

Had he not been discovered immediately, he probably would have been treated as a person of interest for close observation.

The most critical issue was that the body Duge had taken over belonged to a boy who had never received an education and was illiterate in the writing of this world. Even if he joined an Immortal Sect, he would need to find a way to understand the script of this world first.

Every step was a hurdle. This was the toughest start he had ever faced in all the Alien Battlefields. He feared that without caution, he wouldn’t be able to proceed.

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His physical condition limited the expression of his spiritual power, Duge could only sense his surroundings within a radius of a bit more than twenty meters. However, in this small town, a range of over twenty meters was already sufficient.

As a child, he naturally had an advantage when begging, and after scouring a few streets, Duge had collected quite a few copper coins.

At that time, Duge became aware that several gazes were fixed on him.

An Incense Guest who had just come out of the City God Temple, perhaps having received a favorable fortune, generously gave Duge a Silver bean. Duge could even feel those watching him become instantly more enthusiastic in that moment.

There were also a few beggars with missing limbs who occasionally cast sympathetic glances at Duge, understanding what was about to happen, yet not a single one spoke up to warn him.

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What about the saying that heaven is three feet above one’s head?

What about the belief that good is rewarded with good, and evil with retribution?

To evildoers, as long as punishment does not truly fall upon them, they do not care about these sayings.

As for Duge, these wrongdoers wanting to take advantage of him were his basis for interacting with, and integrating into, the world.

It was not easy to make a move on crowded streets, so Duge bought a few roasted buns on the roadside, put a few in his pocket, held one in his hand, and started walking out of town while eating.

With so many people and so many eyes in the town, violence could not be avoided and people would inevitably get hurt or killed. At this sensitive time, Duge wanted to minimize the risk of exposure as much as possible.

But the evildoers were more eager than Duge and, as he turned a street corner, two carriages crossed past, blocking the view of the pedestrians. Duge’s mouth was suddenly covered with a cloth.

A pungent smell wafted from the cloth, and after struggling with muffled noises for a few moments, Duge’s head tilted, and he pretended to pass out.

The power of the Sea God could control all forms of water, and these fools thinking to knock him out with drugs were fantasizing; even if Duge inhaled all the drugs deep into his lungs, they could still be perfectly expelled within a mist of vapor.

These wrongdoers had done this sort of thing often, moving decisively. In the midst of kidnapping Duge, they had held him up and sprinted into the carriage, even catching the half-eaten roasted bun that fell from Duge’s hand as if a little beggar had never walked down the street.

A hand reached into Duge’s pocket and took all the copper coins and the Silver bean he had collected from begging. The person chuckled, “This little brat sure has good luck; just a little while of begging and he got himself three qian of Silver. After we break his leg, he’ll become another cash cow…”

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