1 week later…
In the Southern fringe of Gomorra, deep within the Midnight Forest.
A young man stumbled deep into the forest, past the verdant evergreen, lush trees and green grass as he stumbled to a desolate depth of the forest where he began walking between black-barked trees whose branches knitted together overhead like grasping fingers.
This young man was a mere Level 8 Awakened, a farmer.
He was not even D Rank.
In the grand scheme of the power of the world, he was just a cog, a cannon fodder that could be erased in a single breath by a great existence, and he knew it.
His name was supposed to be Theodore, right?
His parents were farmers who lived in one of the neighboring villages sharing a border with the Midnight Forest. Like tradition, just like his father inherited the profession from his grandfather, Theodore and his two brothers also inherited farming from their father.
