The Devil’s Cage Chapter 12: The dream of the weak

People must have dreams.

And Lorre knew his dream from an early age: get rid of poverty!

He doesn’t look down on the family that his parents carefully maintained. In his view, such a family is really too shabby and unremarkable.

He should have a better family and an unparalleled identity.

So, he struggled for it.

At school, he studied hard.

After graduation, he worked hard.

But...

The fullness of the dream sets off the backbone of reality.

Even if he tried his best, he couldn't fulfill his dream. Even, it has become increasingly difficult to maintain a dilapidated home that he never looked down upon.

And at this time, Lorre admitted his ordinary.

He is him, a very ordinary guy, no different from the people around him that he sees.

Probably, it’s almost like that.

After all, he is of ordinary appearance and of ordinary build, far less popular than those with outstanding looks.

When a graduate who is less than a year old and looks good with the support of his boss, with no difficulty became the leader of his team, Lorre became more aware of the cruelty of reality.

As a result, he became more cautious, and...passed.

He watched the girl in secret become someone else's bride.

He watched his parents grow older.

He looked at his increasingly numb smile in the mirror.

He cried.

Howling and crying.

Then he entered here.

A place in Legend that can change fate.

Use fate to change your destiny.

Is it fair?

Fair.

At least, he was given a chance here.

He vowed to seize every opportunity.

But after just one rookie trial, Lorre recognized the reality.

Fear of death made him tremble.

If it were not for luck, he was already dead.

For this, Lorre knows it well.

So when Steel War Chariot issued an invitation, he chose to join without hesitation, and, as far as possible, took the least dangerous position: Land Explorer.

Let rookie draw a map on the edge of Giant City, explore the landform, and hold a little points, which seems to be the same as in reality.

If it is not the three-month death period, he will be very happy to continue.

After all, this is a double salary!

But there is such a good thing in reality!

He relied on each accumulation and luck to spend four times dungeon with surprise and danger, and in each Dungeon World, he did not ask for more, just to successfully complete Main Quest.

Naturally, the consequence is that his strength is extremely low.

The person who entered Giant City with him at the same time has already left him far behind, even if he entered late, he is still out of reach.

Even rookie who knows the inside story sniffs.

But what does this count?

These guys only saw the glorious and glorious side.

What about the losers?

No one thought of those losers who had no bones.

Lorre thought of it.

He becomes more cautious, even if someone is provocative in person, he will bear it with a smile, adhering to the principle of turning things into little things.

Coward!

Good news!

Such appellations fell on him, and Lorre knew it and didn’t know it.

As long as he is alive.

Everything is perfect.

But one day his perfect life was broken.

He is about to start the fifth Dungeon World. Because of his luck, he was transferred to the Steel War Chariot Raid Party, which is undoubtedly eye-popping.

Everyone knows that following Raid Party will be a abundant harvest.

Lorre understands naturally.

So, he became more cautious and tried to let the people in the guild ignore him. He didn’t want to make any mistakes at this time.

Of course, contact the members of Raid Party, give some filial piety, Lorre did the same-this is part of his last Dungeon World harvest and the accumulation of rookie wasteland in Giant City within three months.

Even if you can’t bear it, it’s a must.

Not only to keep this quota, but also to get more care after entering Dungeon World.

The Lorre, which is no longer rookie, is well aware of the difference between caring and not caring.

The early stage was smooth, and the other party accepted his filial piety.

Allowing him to take a breath, he began to look forward to the Dungeon World, which began soon, but one day, he suddenly found that the Raid Party member he had always respected became strange.

The other party seems to ignore him.

No, not ignoring him.

Instead...

I don’t know!

It's as if the two sides have never met or talked.

In fact?

When the other party was in rookie, he had met with the other party-took the other party to open up wasteland, and it was precisely because of this relationship that he found an opportunity for filial piety.

Now that the person no longer recognizes the person, what can he do?

Noisy?

Let the other person's face be swept away?

No, that's what he did, and it was him who ended up unlucky.

Just when Lorre was about to think he was unlucky, he suddenly found something strange inside the guild.

Those guys who always like to ridicule and ridicule him have been silent for a while, and they walked in front of each other. Those guys also chose to ignore them.

Yes, ignore it!

Ignored the same as Raid Party members.

Moreover, this disregard seems to be spreading.

In the rookie he just brought, the youngster, who always called him the captain of Lorre, also became ignoring him.

More importantly, the other party ignored the same batch of Player.

If you ignore him because of the name of "coward", then you can't make sense if you ignore other people.

The doubt appeared on heart~IndoMTL.com of Lorre~ Just when he was going to ask in private, to lift the doubt, he suddenly found that the batch of rookie disappeared silently.

Lorre was startled.

What does it mean to disappear within Giant City?

Death!

What does massive rookie death mean?

Shake the foundation of the guild!

But the entire upper layer of Steel War Chariot is blind to this, and even... Some Veterans that have passed the novice stage, the upper layer is also disappearing.

Whenever someone disappears, Lorre will be frightened.

He didn’t know it’s his turn in a while.

Tomorrow?

After an hour?

Or the next second?

It’s so uncomfortable to wait for death.

Lorre is ready to save himself.

He quietly contacted Lawless.

He gave out a fake news.

He wants to tie the most surging characters in Giant City to his chariot.

Naive?

Is it childish?

What's wrong with naive and childish?

He just didn’t want to die.

Wait to die.

If you take a fight, you can still live.

He has no choice.

Deeply smoked, Lorre spit out smoke, blue and blue smoke wafted in front of him, flooding the entire room, nicotine soothed him nervously, but this was not enough.

Now Lorre is suffering every minute and every second.

If it is not for joining a guild, he will force the room to be set as a public room, and if it cannot be changed, he vows that it will not shrink out of the room.

Boom, boom!

A knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Who?"

Lorre stood up like a frightened rabbit, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and picked up the gun on the table.

"I, 2567."

The sound of coldly outside the door sounded.