(14) The narrator

With the place decided, Veneir and Devis began looking for others, to inform them of the plan too. 

There was still a while left for the narrator to begin telling a story, hence they planned to meet at the plaza again in the evening. 

Veneir scurried off to her house, hugging the bread with both her hands. Devis left with her too.

Meren began speaking,

"Want to play behind the carts..." 

Mangrel interjected: "Let's play someday else, I have to look after my mother. Let's meet in the evening then." He waved his hand and walked away too. 

Meren was not important in Mangrel's mind, keeping a friendly relationship was more than enough. 

Following the house, an alleyway was revealed before Mangrel. Some beggars walked into it, and he too entered alongside them. The foul odor of the sweat wafted through the air, but no one appeared particularly disturbed by it. 

Everyone looked exhausted, therefore only a few made small talk while walking to their habitat. 

Opposite to the close relationship of the youngsters, the older people did not show much of an interactive attitude. In contrast, they did not seem to have any hatred or displeasure with people around them either. 

'Poverty sought no human intentions, it can occur to anyone, at any time. From their temperament, it seems they lived as normal citizens before becoming a beggar.'

The temperament of people who have been born in the slums has a fiercer and darker attitude. They would not appear gloomy like these people, who have lost everything. Living in the slums would make them indifferent, that was a part of human nature. 

'Humans are very adaptable creatures, but it always takes time. Especially for these people, who have lived a normal life.' Mangrel arrived in his alley. 

Finding an empty place, Mangrel sat down with crossed legs. 

'Nevertheless, there is an aspect that all the beggars have In common — Jealousy and indignance.' Mangrel's eyes closed slowly.

In human history, both on Earth and in the cultivation world, there were times people revolted against the higher-up, through — Incitement. The main reason such an operation began was because of dissatisfaction.

However, Mangrel had no intention of using incitement, it was a very possible solution, but it brought many risks with it. 

'Hmph, with the beggar organization's working pattern, they won't hesitate to kill everyone, whether they were involved or not in the alleys.' 

Doing such a thing would be no different than hammering one's own leg. 

Mangrel was hesitant to use the beggars from here. If he could, Mangrel wanted to collect origin stones using just a few friends of the past host. This way, the danger to his life would be low. 

'And I can't use enchant spells on them for long, even after I progress in spirituality.' 

Mangrel put aside his plan to collect the origin stone for now. Currently, there were only 30℅ chances to succeed. 

However, if Mangrel executed his plan after a month, the success possibility would rise to 70℅!

'However, if this plan fails, I will only have a choice of incitement and benefiting in the middle of the chaos. The risks are high, too high for the current me.' Mangrel had no intention of using this method until his first plan, the safest one fails.

The reason Mangrel was set on going to see the narrator was simple. 

Stories passed down through generations are usually not false. Especially in this cultivation world, heroic figures have risen and fallen throughout history. 

In this world, everyone was a side character. It all depended upon them, whether they wanted to rise to be one of the main characters or live their life as minor characters. 

Mangrel for one wanted to leave a scar in the flow of history. However, whether he was known as a demon who ravaged the world or a hero, it did not matter. 

In the past, Mangrel had ridiculed the notion of reading the stories of historical figures. Because of this, he was slapped by reality again and again. 

Not to talk about the profundity and unique information stored in it. Mangrel had suffered while exploring many ancient inheritances, while many others held the upper hand because of their wide knowledge. 

Thereafter, Mangrel never neglected the information stored in these stories or fables. Though all of it had to be taken with a pinch of salt.

In the silent alleyway, Mangrel began looking at his soul. Because of the prior cultivation session, he could feel the soul had grown tougher.

Not everyone has cultivation talent, so not anyone could try to cultivate. If a person with no talent tries to strengthen his soul, he would most likely lose consciousness instantly. In the worst-case scenario, their soul would be damaged, turning them into a retard and stupid. 

Cultivation carried many unknown dangers, if not tread with caution, death could claim their life without noticing. 

Mangrel didn't try to cultivate and let his fragile soul rest. Excessive cultivation was not good for a beginner's soul. 

Mangrel rested his head on the wall behind him, letting his mind rest, there was a limit to how much he could keep contemplating. Exhaustion from overthinking was normal. 

It soon turned evening,

A raven pecked its feather sitting atop a frail house, tilting its head left and right. The purple shade of the sun covered the world, bringing about a lustrous glow on the black feather of the raven. 

Mangrel made his way to sector five's plaza. 

Many kids and youth had already gathered around the area, having excited and expectant looks on their faces. 

The plaza was huge, with a round pedestal in the middle of it. 

In one corner, five kids could be seen gathered in one place, discussing with each other excitedly. 

Finding them to be familiar, Mangrel made his way to them unobstructed. 

Feeling Mangrel's presence, all five of them turned to him in wonder. 

"Ah...so It's just you." Veneir breathed out relaxedly. 

"Why the long face, why don't you smile like in the morning?" Devis said, hooking his hand around Mangrel. 

'This brat did notice, huh?' Mangrel was easily able to read the intentions of the person named Devis, from the memory. His actions were just too shallow in the eyes of this 700-year-old demon. 

"Don't talk nonsense now, you can't make people laugh against their will." Veneir elbowed Devis's stomach.

"Ugh..."

While both of them argued, Mangrel subtly looked at the new face that he was looking at for the first time. In an instant, a new memory emerged within him. 

As it turned out, this new girl was Javine, who Devis was searching for in the morning. She appeared a year younger than Mangrel, 12 years old and had a slim body with baby fats on her face. 

The other boy was present in the morning, Heitrent. 

Finding a person walking in the middle of the crowd, Mangrel said with a discerning gaze: "The famous narrator seems to have arrived." 

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the pedestal, which was still in the phase of construction. 

The narrator walked before the pedestal and stopped. He appeared to be a middle-aged man, with a refined scholarly disposition. The clothes he wore were a level higher than the normal folks too.

This was the first time Mangrel ever saw the narrator too. The first time the narrator appeared was a week ago. 

Placing a cloth to receive money on the ground, the narrator smiled confidently. 

"Today the theme is — the Valiant earth overlord!" 

Many cheered loudly, they appeared immensely excited, most of the people here were children after all.