Chapter 3: Of Stories, Shadows, and Spirit Rats Part 2109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEkTwALns6
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The Next Morning
He checked his remaining points. Only 43 left.
He had hoped to save up for something legendary, but the reality was harsher: stolen food, sick children, minor injuries, and a magical rodent plague obsessed with carbohydrates.
Even though they replanted the potatoes, it would be a long time before they could eat them. He had to act.
The system displayed several options.
—"I could save up for an epic skill..."109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ476QUFwphz
[Warning: Orphans cannot cultivate if dead.]109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5QfAmpp5w9
—"...Thanks for the subtle input."
He sighed and chose:
1x Cured Nutritious Roots™ – 6 pts
1x Basic Spiritual Medicine Kit – 9 pts
1x Minor Health Talisman – 8 pts
1x Rodent Reversal Dust™ – 7 pts ("Discourages small magical mammals through existential despair")
2x Restorative Heat Patches – 4 pts (Ben burned himself trying to roast a shoe)
1x Small Bag of Instant Soup "Hermit's Tears" – 6 pts
Total: 40 points. Remaining: 3.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTBZuEXF7cN
Lin felt his soul temporarily leave his body.
—"I just emotionally bankrupted myself... for instant soup and rodent medicine."109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgZc86Vn7X1
[Note: Survival sometimes costs dignity.]
With new supplies, the kids helped repair what was broken.
Despite the dark circles and bandages, the place began to feel like home.
Ben declared a corner of the cabin as the "Kingdom of Great Ben," where all visitors had to pay tribute in potatoes, pretty stones, or absolute silence.
—"What happens if someone doesn't pay?" —asked Roman.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLrLFGbRFeg
—"Then I enact the sacred decree of... pouting."
His expression was so ridiculous that Lin nearly printed it as a defensive weapon.
Later That Day
Xiao Lian had wandered off. Lin found her behind the hills, kneeling before a fallen tree. A spiderweb hung between her knees; a spider spun on it tirelessly, as if the wind whispered secrets.
Lin looked at her with the Eye.
Her aura was a gentle violet glow, more pronounced than ever.
[Name: Xiao Lian]109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIqRAWP1IxD
Race: Veilblood / Human109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡguGGJHrzuO
Profession: —109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0n0NXLATdT
Talent: [Deathweaver] (Dormant)109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡblTcRqbKk6
An affinity for precision, silence, and unseen threads. The path is yet to open, but the seed is there. Latent traits suggest instinctual understanding of weakness and fate entanglement.
She spoke without raising her head:
—"Did you know spiders never get lost? They may be alone, but they're always weaving toward somewhere."
Lin sat beside her.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsZXS3bdCt
—"And you? Are you weaving something?"
—"I... was a mistake. Someone hid me so they wouldn't have to decide whether I should live or die. They say Veilbloods bring only bad deaths. So they let me live in nowhere."
Silence.
—"You're not a mistake here," Lin said. "Since Ben found you three years ago, it's been clear—you're part of our family."
She looked at him. Finally.
—"And you? Why do you do this? Why keep picking up broken pieces?"
Lin glanced at Xiao Lian. Processing what she said.
—"Zhenglian is a bastard son of an official, tortured by his stepmother until she sold him to a slaver—you rescued him."
He waited for her to release her words.
—"Roman is the son of an elven slave. He's never told us, but I've followed him. He visits his mother's nameless grave and always cries, saying thanks to you, he became the kind of person she wanted—a creative artist, free from gangs."
Xiao Lian started crying.
—"Even Ben is like that. We all know he takes responsibility for everything because he's afraid of losing us, just like he lost his sister protecting him from gangs. He didn't take his own life because you were there."
Lin knelt and hugged her, wiping her tears.
—"Because I was like that too, broken pieces. And someone once told me I could be more. That birth, growth, or life may not happen the way we want—but we must never give up. Only by moving forward do we free ourselves from those chains."
Lin remembered his past life, his face contorting slightly with memories he didn't want to recall.
Lin was born an orphan in a strict, xenophobic institution, constantly belittled for being delicate, pale-skinned, and soft-spoken. No matter what he said or did, he was always "arrogant," "incapable," or "girly." The torment was daily, relentless.Daily torment is always the hardest to avoid. The worst were the demons of his childhood in the restroom, things he never dared to share.
When he was considering ending his misery, one day, walking the streets to see if at least someone wouldn't look down on him, I came across a young man from the Main Engineering School, also very light-skinned. As he was being kicked by the street sweepers, he immediately protected me and yelled at them, earning him a beating, but he didn't just receive it, he also gave it
At that moment, I saw him and thought that I wanted to hit back like him, not just keep quiet, after that he invited me to an ice cream with a smile and a swollen eye, his words at that moment will never be forgotten:
"Remember, no one is above you. Don't let it affect you. Your limits are yours to set. We can always move forward and break free from our environment. Don't let how you were born, raised, or lived so far limit you."
—"That day, I decided to overcome. Thanks to him, I believed. And I found people to walk with me."
Xiao Lian listened in shock—no one in the slums had ever seen Lin Yuan as weak.
—"I want to help you break your chains, and accept us as we accept you. No mistakes. No curses. Just a future we make with our own hands. Will you let me help?"
She stared at him, then finally laughed like a child her age and hugged him.
That day, Lin saw himself in every one of those kids. He had made a vow on his fifteenth birthday to change their fates.
Two years later, he was finally taking real steps.
DING109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt3m1lcZCFa
[Fusion Opportunity Detected]
Lesser Spirit Rat Core + Latent Talent: Deathweaver109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0rFFXJ9TSl
Possible Result: Shadowweaver109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡznZinmiIe0
Effect: Early access to physical thread manipulation, vibration-based detection, increased precision.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9DKjqaBRY2
[Fuse?]109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVff5e7VE0o
[Yes] – [No] – [Consult the Spider]
Lin hesitated. Xiao Lian extended a hand.
—"If I become worse than the rumors, will you stop me?"
—"No. I'll remind you who you were... and who you can be."
She nodded.
Lin took her hand like a father leading his daughter home. The other kids, clumsily trying to hide that they'd been spying, failed miserably.
Seeing their nervous faces, Xiao Lian burst into laughter, truly.
At that moment, Lin made a decision.
"No matter what they dream of or become, I'll make sure they have the means to make it real."
He accepted the system's prompt.
The rat core card dissolved into faint smoke. The mist wrapped around his hand and flowed toward Xiao Lian, swirling around her heart before vanishing in a soft glow without her noticing.
DING109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLBvSydwGHC
[Fusion Successful]109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡapHhjGb0X7
New Talent: Shadowweaver109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYSSIE6vBFi
Type: Evolving Talent / Instinct109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7f8cfe6FLo
Effects: Vibration detection, thread projection, heightened perception in dim environments. Evolution Potential: High.
Xiao Lian closed her eyes. The violet aura was now solid, spiraling.
—"Now I feel something... like I can accept myself too."
Lin smiled. Something had begun.
"The day had passed. And with it, the idea that they were just broken children. Now they were the first thread in a story woven with purpose."
That night, as the wind shook the trees and rats squeaked in the distance, Lin sat at the entrance with the broken broom at his feet.
Not to stand guard.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkmJoz7s1Js
But to wait for the sunrise.
Tomorrow, they would hunt together.109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ17seLSzMx2
And this time, it would be them marking the territory.
