He was silent for a moment before nodding. "Their people all give off a foul stench. I didn't know why at first, but later I figured it out. They're all Defiled."
Mr. Ya sighed. "Draco, you work for the Defiled. Do you have any idea what that means?"
A bitter look crossed Draco's face. Of course he knew. The Defiled were traitors to humanity, having turned their backs on the human race. Yet even after learning who they were, he continued to work for them, all because he couldn't part with the benefits.
He'd started out as just a poor kid from the slums. He got lucky and became an Evolver, but he was still at the very bottom of the food chain.
To make matters worse, he failed his second evolution, burying any hope for his future as an Evolver.
But then his luck turned. He found a Storage Ring packed with Evolution Items. By selling off its contents, he was able to afford the natural remedies needed to heal his injuries.
