Don't Be a Hero

St. Inge Academy is closed for a week.

The school building, melted by the horrible fire, was covered by a curtain wall.

At the same time, the names of the students who were killed were released.

The 16 people, which were both male and female, covered all grades, there were small roles that no one asked for, and there were also famous characters that moved the campus, and the school flower was also among them, which made many people's hearts sigh with relief.

This time there was no longer the same atmosphere of talk that had prevailed earlier, and the whole campus was immersed in a silent sadness, with white flowers covering the outside of the building where the accident had taken place.

They know, deeply, what it's like to be the person in question.

Meanwhile, outside the building in Old Town where the accident occurred, Eleazar quietly sets down a bouquet.

"Rest in peace, I have avenged everyone, and..."

"Sorry ..."

The residential building, which has become a veritable murder house, is no longer habitable and officials are said to be demolishing it for redevelopment.

On the way back, he saw that all the facilities in this urban area were being renovated.

Street lights, signage, all kinds of old wiring, and the installation of expensive cameras!

Having such a fiasco has finally made officials take this area seriously.

Back at school, Eleazar packed his bags in silence.

With a week's vacation, he was planning a trip home.

Going back alone, Fina says she's going to stay over here and play with her girlfriends.

He was happy to save money, but even so, that exorbitant two-way ticket added to his inability to make ends meet.

Almost half a year had passed at the university and he still hadn't found any good ways to make money.

"You're going to use Dad's inheritance for next semester's tuition?"

After thinking about it, Eleazar shook his head.

"There's no rush, go back and try discounting and clearing out the store's inventory."

Thinking about all that mess, he stepped into the train.

Habitually, he glanced at the carriage.

"Wouldn't be that unlucky to stumble upon a transcendental event again, would you?"

Eleazar laughed to himself.

It reminded him of the first time he traveled.

At that time, I was still a complete rookie, and I had to flip through the book on the spot to confirm even the enemy because I was not alert enough, I didn't even notice when people touched my side.

Without realizing it, he had grown.

Every one of these events that he came out to experience made him feel extraordinary.

That lesson from the Hawkmaster made him feel regret for the first time.

Dark creatures would go berserk once they were stimulated, especially the kind that had been holding back for years, groveling for their lives, and would do almost anything once they realized their identity was threatened.

If he had been more careful, those innocent people might not have died horribly because of him.

Eleazar let out a silent sigh.

"It's not good for young people to sigh all the time."

Across the seat, a bearded older man dangled his pipe.

"What's there to mourn at such a young age, a brat of your age should be bold, get angry when you need to get angry, shout when you need to shout, and cry to your heart's content when you need to shed tears."

"Bury everything inside, if you don't do anything, you'll regret it when you grow up."

Eleazar gave him a frosty look.

It felt like the other person was making some sense, but then it felt like something was wrong.

The bearded uncle spits out clouds in melancholy.

"Uncle me ah, when I was young, fearful, dared not do anything, as a result, most of the life down, leaving behind all the regret, every night late at night, are thinking that can go back to the young when it is good."

"So is it okay if I want to hit you now?"

Next to Eleazar, a young girl is full of gloom.

"You spit smoke in my face!"

"Cough cough..."

The train started with such a hiccup.

Looking out the car window at the sweeping scenery, Eleazar silently closed his eyes again.

The second portion of the magic potion was also persistently being digested.

[Magic potion residue: 70/100]

That horrible Hawkmaster was such a big factor that it made the magic potion digest 20 levels.

It seems he made the right choice then, not giving his opponent a chance to counterattack.

Hell knows what amazing spells it will unleash.

Just another 5 silver bullets consumed and stockpiles are even more worrisome.

Harvested a pair of banshee hand bones to add to the lab's collection.

Silently thinking about this, Eleazar, who had fallen asleep at some point, was suddenly awakened by the emergency brake again.

His arm sank, and he grabbed the edge of the seat with one hand, holding his body firmly in place.

The young girl beside him wasn't as good, as she flew straight up and crashed headfirst into the bearded uncle's arms.

Eleazar subconsciously turned his senses on and then off, making sure that the accident was not a dream or hallucination.

When the train came to a sharp stop, all the passengers stood up cursing.

The steward panicked and came out to explain to everyone.

"Passengers sorry, it was a sudden obstacle on the tracks that forced the train to make an emergency stop, we are sorry that this happened, is anyone injured?"

The bearded uncle stood up with the girl in his arms.

He pulled out his pistol and shot up into the ceiling.

"Bang!"

In the eyes of everyone shocked, he leisurely said, "I don't know if anyone was hurt just now, but next, if anyone doesn't listen they will have to eat a gun."

"Nobody move, crouch down with your hands on your head and mug!"

His gunshot seemed to be some kind of signal, and soon gunshots rang out one after another from all the compartments, as well as cries of panic from the passengers.

Eleazar looked at him dumbfounded, "To make up for what you once did, so you chose to become a bandit?"

"Ha, it's because I accomplished nothing when I was young, so I can't even get enough to eat when I'm mixed up, life forces me to do so, I can't help it."

Uncle blew smoke from the muzzle of his gun.

"Cut the crap and squat."

Eleazar obediently half-squatted, then glanced at the terrified girl he was carrying around his waist and said quietly, "Don't you get tired of carrying someone, or do you guys hijack other things."

The passengers around them became even more alarmed, and the women with pretty faces lowered their heads.

The bearded uncle looked back at the bold young man unexpectedly.

"Oh, this one, it's a hostage, lest one of you always wants to be a hero, don't worry, we only rob money, we don't touch anything else."

Eleazar thinks for a moment and slowly stands up with his hands up.

Seemingly realizing what he was trying to do, the older man kindly advised:

"Little brother, take my advice, be anything but a hero."

Eleazar smiled faintly.

"I'll switch with her."

"You don't understand human language do you!"

Uncle Hu Jie instantly changed his face, bursting into anger, ruthlessly kicked him down, not yet relieved to raise his foot to desperately and furiously stomp.

"Told you not to be a hero, told you not to be a hero, told you not to be a hero..."

"Don't fight it."

The hostage girl cries out and hammers him.