A ma.s.sive sense of nostalgia washed his soul when his sight focused on the shabby construct made of rotten wood, and broken piece of steels. Dust filled with bits of rusted steel, and other sc.r.a.ps of material rose every time stepped on the floor of the Baby Cemetery.He couldn"t help but take a deep breath in the heavily polluted air. "How the h.e.l.l do people even survive here?", he couldn"t help but think. Underaged kids abandoned in this desolate place of the Core, yet a number of them would still topple destiny, and survive through the harsh condition. Each day would be filled with difficulty just to stay alive.
Food wasn"t the most significant problem as the human body could stay active without food for days. But the cold air was a whole different thing, and Fell had since long stopped counting the number of dead bodies he had found in the morning. Without food, the meager resources one could have in his body would be washed away in a few hours during a cold night.
In the end, the most challenging aspect of growing up here was learning how to defend oneself. Because, when he would manage to gather a few meager amounts of food, dozens of crazed, hungry kids would gang up on him. He couldn"t count down the number of times he had to spend the night running away to protect a few grams of nutrients; now, with enough thoughts, he couldn"t help but find that the consumption of energy during the escape wasn"t worth the amount of food he usually had.
"Thankfully, Moha helped me quite a lot…", he mumbled as he walked toward his old house. "Being capable of eating the leftover of Pig"s Paw is probably what saved me."
During the road to the old mansion, where he had lived for the majority of his life, he met dozens of kids. All of them wore dirty rags for clothes, their faces black like charcoal due to the amount of dust that filled the air.
Every time he met one, he couldn"t help but stop and talk with him. And after a short discussion that never led to anything more than knowing his ages or names, he would give them a piece of bread. He couldn"t help but have a grin grew on his face when he saw their glistening eyes.
After grabbing the food, they would quickly hide it and turn around in fear that anyone had seen his treasure. Fell felt enormous sadness in his heart when he saw the traumatized kids, and in the end, ended up nearly emptying his spatial pocket from the food he had. Bread and fruits were given without care, and before long, Fell had a long line of a kid following his back.
"What a bunch of leeches…", he couldn"t help but curse. But in reality, he didn"t mind their acts and even found their antics cute. After arriving in front of the broken down mansion, he turned around and exclaimed in a loud voice.
"I will be preparing some food for you guys. Go play for a few minutes, and come back here.", he then added with a beaming smile that translated the sympathy he had for those kids. "Trust me. You won"t regret the wait."
As soon as he spoke, he turned and entered through a hole in the side of the mansion. It had always been the entrance he had used, and when he lived here, he had installed a piece of wood to at least block the wind.
The group of kids and toddlers were reluctant to leave, but when they saw the man disappear in the mansion, they could only do as they were told. Even if they didn"t fear him, growing in the baby cemetery still caused them to stay on their guard. If it weren"t for the food and for the fact that a large group of kids was following Fell, they would never have dared act this brazen.
Fell stepped through the large hall of the mansion. And found that the place hadn"t change much during his absence, except for the disappearance of the mat he had been sleeping on. The rest was nearly identical to how he had left it. He looked for a clean place to prepare the food, but didn"t find any.
He cycled bits of energy in his meridians, and blew the dust away from a corner of the room and began disposing of the ingredient he had. As he wasn"t prepared for an event like this happening, he didn"t take his cooking tools with him and only had a cooking pan. He took out a few shards and pieces of food that laid in the room and began lighting a fire.
With a snap of his fingers, lightning coursed through his energy pathway, and sparks appeared around the wood. Smoke rose in the air, and with a few waves of his hand, a strong fire took place as the wooden sc.r.a.ps began burning.
Before starting to cook, he couldn"t help but notice that the combustible was far from enough to prepare everything for the kids. His figure disappeared from the fire, and he reappeared with pieces of wood. It didn"t take him long to find other parts like these, and before long, he had ama.s.sed a decent amount of wood.
He couldn"t help but be surprised that the inhabitant of the Baby Cemetery didn"t scavenge the stacks of wood he had kept hidden here. "I might have hidden them too well.", he thought with a shrug before beginning the ma.s.s cooking.
With a few snaps of his writs, the large steaks he had in his spatial pockets turned into small bits of pink wood. After the fire attained its peak, he dropped oil on the pan and began throwing the meat in it. Pshhhh-! Sounds of frying flesh reverberated in the empty, and before long, a large plate filled with cooked meat lying next to the fire.