11 Anywhere Could Be Home (1/2)

The night fell. Colorful and vibrant neon lights were sparkling in the city. The ambience was slowing down and there were few passersby on the street; some were window shopping, some were taking a stroll, some were walking their dogs. After a busy day ended, the fast-paced metropolitan was finally winding down.

Mo Wen randomly looked for a restaurant to finish his meal. Afterwards, he started to roam the streets.

The capital was one of few metropolitans in the country of Hua Xia; the average population exceeded ten million. Being in this huge city alone was like being a grain of sand on a beach — inconspicuous.

Mo Wen had been in the capital for about three to four years as he had studied in the capital's leading high school. However, he still felt as foreign as ever. No matter how long he lived there, he was just a tortoise curled up in a corner, or an ant on an iceberg in this place.

He recalled that he rarely had time to window shop along the main streets. When he was in school, most of his time was spent on his studies. He hardly ever left the school yard. Besides coming out to work small jobs in the suburbs every day, he was sleeping. His social circles were pathetically small.

Although he still retained a natural curiosity towards the outside world, it was as though the world was covered by a layer of yarn, isolating his eyes from it.

Mo Wen stared at the flashing neon lights above his head and his heart surged with a multitude of emotions. Suddenly, he felt like going home to tell his mother the good news of him finally being able to enter Hua Xia University. Being alone in a lonely city; what else was there for him to love except home?

The night was dark and quiet. He strode into the capital's North Forest Park alone. For the homeless, the park was undoubtedly their home; at least nobody would chase them away.

Yes, he had been reborn. And he prepared to spend his first night after his rebirth in the park. When his lifetime memory from another world had awakened, he knew he would never be the same Mo Wen as before. However, he could no longer tell which one was the real him. Perhaps both were him. This life and the previous life… who could differentiate them clearly?

Just as Mo Wen was getting ready to find a nice bench in the park, the sky as his blanket, the Earth as his bed and get a good night's sleep, two chilling voices sounded from the trees in front of him.

”Stop.”

Following that, two shadows, one tall, one short, emerged from in front of and behind him, surrounding him. In their hands, there was the cold shine of blades.

”Give up all of your valuables.”

The tall guy glared at Mo Wen. The foot long blade in his hand slightly lifted. If Mo Wen showed any signs of resistance, the blade would slip in clean and come out stained.

Robbery!

”Actually, I may be even poorer than you guys!”

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders, stating helplessly. What was happening to robbers nowadays? They don't seem to have good eyes. Any normal person could see that Mo Wen was a poor soul, but they still wanted to rob him. What justice was this?

”Just shut up, give up all your valuables. Otherwise you're dead.”

The guy who was slightly shorter glared at Mo Wen; he took a step forward and was ready to put the blade to Mo Wen's throat.

Mo Wen scowled and slightly took a step back, by chance avoiding the short one's blade.

”How dare you dodge? Get him.”

Seeing that Mo Wen refused to cooperate, the short one's face turned cold. Malice flashed in his eyes; immediately he called upon the tall guy to be ruthless with Mo Wen.

A cold glint flashed past Mo Wen's eyes. The shortie's gaze was bleak. It showed that he was definitely not joking, he might even have done this often.

He was a habitual offender!

Mo Wen smiled wryly. These two were most likely not some petty brigands. Who knew how much blood had stained their hands? He couldn't help but sigh at his own luck; even his casual stroll in the park could lead to an encounter with two atrocious criminals.

The shortie seemed to be more aggressive than the tall guy. He made a lunge and his blade attacked Mo Wen ferociously. The tall guy behind didn't stay idle though. He enclosed from the back, cutting off Mo Wen's way of escape.

Mo Wen gasped, but didn't duck. His calm gaze flickered with a cold glint that rarely showed. The next second, they could only see his hand casually wave; his speed wasn't very fast, but the angle was extremely peculiar.