Even the crystal cracking, proving that he had extraordinary talent, and then being chosen, thus rising to prominence.
However, none of the above three things happened.
The crystal just showed a white dot.
The half-awake old man next to him looked up, took out a piece of paper, and wrote two words on it – ordinary.
“Your talent is ordinary. No academy will choose you. Please go back.”
At that moment, he felt as if the sky had collapsed.
Amidst the laughter of the people around him, he walked out of the recruitment hall like a walking corpse.
“Heh, haha, hahahahaha!”
The boy laughed and cried, like a madman.
He looked up at the sky and shouted, “Why did you make me come here! Why did you make me come here!! Why did you make me come here!!!”
His finger touched the rusty little knife in his bosom.
He tightened his grip on the knife and pulled it out.
The rust on it seemed like an exaggerated smile, mocking his ignorance, his arrogance, and his insignificant fantasies.
“I want to go back, go home, go home……The boy trembled, holding the rusty knife to his neck and stabbing it fiercely!
Perhaps because of his weak strength, or because the knife was rusty and blunt, the tip did not penetrate much.
At first, he only felt a slight chill, and then, the sharp pain spread rapidly!
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
He could feel the coldness of the blade entering his body, the warm liquid overflowing, greedily covering the rust on the blade, soaking his dirty clothes.
The tip of the dagger pierced the skin, and if it went further, it would be the jugular vein.
Deeper.
Ah.
Just a little more, just a little more, but it hurts so much!
The boy’s face was full of fear.
Anyone would be afraid of death.
The desire to live made him hesitate to continue stabbing.
I want to live, I want to live……However, when he thought of the experiences of the past two years after crossing over, the boy’s dark eyes dimmed.
It was so painful to live, really so painful.
Wouldn’t it be better to die than to continue suffering in this world?
So………………The blade stabbed in a little more.
The boy’s face showed a twisted expression of pain and morbidity.
Tears and snot mixed together, his chest heaved rapidly, and he clenched his teeth fiercely, gripping the hilt of the knife.
“Bang!”
At that moment, a beggar who was even more frail than the boy collided with him.
The boy, who was already covered in injuries, fell to the ground directly.
The rusty knife in his hand cut his chin, splashing a line of blood, and then flew far away.
The frail little beggar picked up the rusty knife and walked away.
“Come back, you come back!!!”
The boy got up in a disheveled state.
His body was still trembling violently, and his breathing was in disarray.
When he looked up, he only saw the retreating figure of the little beggar.
“Found him, he’s here!!”
“Beat him to death!”
The voices of the group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old construction site children came from behind.
The boy ran for his life.
If he was caught, he would be done for. In the end, he still couldn’t escape a beating.
Fortunately, the child leader didn’t follow because the boy had bitten off a piece of his leg, so the boy managed to survive.
When he returned to the thatched cottage, he saw a little beggar.
He was holding the rusty dagger, and he was much dirtier than the boy.
A strong stench wafted over, making the boy, who also smelled bad, unable to bear it.
But the little beggar had a pair of clean eyes, the same black color as his, which made the boy feel very close.
Because in this world, apart from himself, he had never seen anyone else with black pupils like his.
“I owe you one.”
The boy took the rusty knife handed to him by the little beggar.
As soon as he touched the knife, he remembered the fear of the moment he had stabbed it into his own neck.
Don’t want to die, don’t want to die, don’t want to die, don’t want to die!
He screamed and threw the knife into the corner, crouching down and holding his head, trembling all over.
The little beggar also squatted down like him, then looked into his eyes, motionless, like a mushroom.
After that, the little beggar was taken in by him.
The little beggar couldn’t speak and only knew how to laugh foolishly.
One day, the boy couldn’t stand the stench on him anymore, so he took him to a stream to wash.
He discovered that under the dirty grime, the little beggar had exceptionally fair skin.
The little beggar was a girl.
He quickly grabbed some mud and smeared the just-cleaned little beggar to make her dirtier again.
The little beggar didn’t know why he did this and just stared blankly at him.
“So you’re the fool.”
The boy said to the little beggar while covering her with mud, “And I’m the madman. Hehe.”
The little beggar was a fool. She didn’t understand anything and didn’t know how to laugh.
Every day, she just imitated the boy’s former self, squatting on the ground and staring at the rusty knife.
One day, the boy saw her squatting on the ground, hugging a ceramic doll she had picked up from somewhere, and drawing on the ground with a stick.
After finishing the drawing, she would just stare at it blankly, doing so for the entire day.
When the boy squatted down with her to look at the doodle on the ground, she smiled.
This was the first time she smiled and the only time she would show a smile.
“Her smile is even more ugly than her crying.”
This was the boy’s evaluation of her.
A week passed, and the child leader’s leg injury healed a lot.
The boy’s hard times came again.
While beating the boy, they also ridiculed his overconfidence, calling him a good-for-nothing, a piece of mud always thinking of building walls.
Half a year passed, the weather was gloomy, and it was about to rain.
The foreman settled the working hours in advance and let the group of children leave.
The boy was naturally beaten and pressed to the ground again.
The children still mocked his dreams, calling him a good-for-nothing.
The boy got used to it.
He no longer begged for mercy or knelt down.
He silently hugged his head, squatted on the ground, and numbly waited for them to finish beating him.
However, the child leader felt bored.
He thought of a new way to humiliate the boy.
He made the boy crawl on the ground, stuffed mud into his mouth, or just threw it on him.
Finally, unable to bear such humiliation, the boy got up from the ground and rushed back to his thatched cottage.
He looked at the rusty knife, reached out his hand, and the fear of death once again took control of his body.
He despised his own weakness and incompetence.
Ever since his suicide attempt was interrupted, his hands would tremble violently every time he picked up that rusty dagger.
The uncertainty of having his life taken away had planted a seed of fear in his heart.
This time, as he held the knife again, the silent fear invaded his mind.
When he placed the dagger against his neck, he suddenly screamed and threw the rusty dagger away, curling up in the corner and shivering.
The rusty dagger bounced off a stone and landed in front of the boy.
The boy, holding his head, looked at the dagger at his feet. His dark pupils dilated, and his face turned pale.
At that moment, it started raining outside.
 The thatched cottage couldn’t withstand the heavy rain, and the boy was drenched.
The little beggar came back from outside.
Because the boy could only get a small amount of food every day, the hungry little beggar would go out to scavenge.
Her hands were covered with scratches from wild cats.
At this moment, the little beggar was holding a tattered umbrella she had picked up from somewhere.
She tilted the umbrella forward and leaned it on the boy’s shoulder to shield him from the rain, allowing the rain to soak her own body.
Then, as usual, the little beggar squatted on the ground like a mushroom, imitating the boy. When the boy looked up, the little beggar took out a steamed bun from her bosom, which she had picked up from a trash can and reeked of sourness, and held it out to him.
Thinking of the mud that the child leader had stuffed into his mouth earlier that day, the boy broke down.
“Are you going to humiliate me too! Get out! Don’t follow me anymore! Get out! Go away!”
He suddenly stood up, kicked all the patterns that the little beggar had drawn on the ground, and then smashed the ceramic doll she usually carried.
He clearly saw her face turn pale, her lips trembling, and her gaze towards him becoming strange.
“I can’t support you. Get out!”
He pushed the little beggar out of the door, let her fall to the ground, and then slammed the tattered wooden door shut, leaving her sitting on the rain-soaked floor, holding the broken umbrella and staring blankly.
The umbrella remained tilted forward, not shielding herself.
At this moment, there was a lot of noise coming from outside.