“Come on, let’s go home!”
From his newfound memories, he knew his home was nearby under a magnificent tree.
The boy and the wolf moved slowly as they headed home. Xuanyuan continued looking into his memories: he had carved a hole inside the tree using this rusty dagger. His home was simple, a simple bed with bed sheets made from the fur of a magic tiger. The walls were filled with his hunting trophies and magic wolves’ fur covered the floor. In his imagination, it was a cosy little home. In the middle of this tree house, there was a pit; a metre or so wide that he could use for cooking. Cooking in the open attracted unwanted attention, which might result in his death. Surviving in this world was definitely hard.
People like him who struggled to survive did not have many options: They could become servants or hired thugs for the rich families in Moonwaste City, become mercenaries and bodyguards or possibly do shady deals. If they were lucky and talented, they could be adopted by a sect. Then they would not have to suffer from hunger and the cold. They only needed to concentrate on perfecting their martial arts skills and occasionally go on missions for the sects. If they were unlucky, they would be robbed and killed, or raped and killed, if you were a woman.
He finally realized how helpless he was. It was difficult to achieve something great in this cruel, strange world. He swore to take revenge on Yuejue, the son of the master of the Moonwaste City. However was that even possible?