For the past few weeks, he had been unable to sleep peacefully because the police always caught wind of him sohow. He had been unable to figure out how they did it but every ti he tried to get so shut eye, the despicable police always found him and chased him until he sohow shook them off.
He had been staying in the forest previously where he could go as wild as possible without causing a commotion and could escape easily when needed. But the caves and the trees couldn't keep him hidden for long.
After several hide and seek sessions with the police, Jack finally decided to hide in the dark underneath the light. He chose the most inconspicuous place in the city and dirtied his clothing in mud so as to avoid suspicion from the police. This way, he had managed to secure a period of peace for himself.
The more miserably he lived, the more he cursed the Hunter family in his heart for treating him in such a manner.
He had approached Nelson on countless occasions to get him to fulfill his end of the bargain, but Nelson had rejected him every single ti with a sneer on his lecherous face because he knew that Jack wouldn't dare to do anything to him.
The hatred festered in his heart and turned into an unresolvable grudge, but he didn't have it in him to face a powerful family like the Hunter family by himself.
Truthfully, even if he had the strength to do it, he lacked the courage to go against the tide.
Being a criminal, he had no other choice but to endure. He had to take what he could get and be happy because there were worse fates for people like him. At least he was out of the prison and could move around freely.
And now that he had been dubbed an escapee from the prison, there was a chance that the police would execute him on the spot instead of imprisoning him once again. Therefore, to him, just being able to take a few extra breaths of fresh air was a luxury that was more precious than any kind of wealth.
Still, the peace he had barely earned for himself by sacrificing his dignity was broken when he was discovered once again by the police. This ti he had to put in a lot of effort to escape because the police force had brought along several mages skilled in counteracting wind elent magic making it almost impossible for him to launch a skill. The cost of casting a magic skill was increased by more than two tis due to the interference of the mages.
As a result, he had to expend a lot more magic power in an attempt to escape, which not only consud all the mana in his body, but also his physical strength before he finally evaded their harassing pursuit.
The back alley he was hiding in currently was the place he had chosen to take a rest until the police stopped their relentless search for his trail. They no doubt didn't want to let him get away this ti, but Jack was sure that the police wouldn't be able to find him after he had covered his tracks so well. They would have to scour the entire area inch by inch before they could even think of finding him again.
Exhausted from the excessive expense of mana, Jack breathed heavily as he leaned with his back against the wall behind him. Low mana reserves forced him to the ground as his back rubbed against the wall before his seat touched the ground and he finally felt so relief. The staggered breathing solidified after a while as he began to recover his mana from the atmosphere.
Just when he thought that he was safe, sothing jarred his senses into action and goosebumps traveled across his skin.
He jolted to his feet and abruptly turned towards his back, only to find a beautiful woman blocking the path of the alley he was in. The beauty looked extrely imposing with the almost suffocating amount of mana hidden inside her seductive body. She was brimming with strength and was at the very least an A level mage and was probably not far from becoming an S rank mage.
The sight of her caused his spirits to plumt even though she was beautiful enough to have a calming effect on weary eyes. This woman was soone he was extrely familiar with. His missing arm rembered her quite thoroughly. She was one of the culprits responsible for his missing limb.
Although she had caused him such harm, he had admiration for her in his heart. Given the young age of the woman, it was obvious how great of a talent she was as a mage. He couldn't help but admire the perfect woman in front of him who was not only a peerless beauty but also the greatest talent he had ever co across.
Rembering the conflict between him and the girl, he believed that this would be the end of his pathetic life that was worse than that of a worm. Because even a asly worm had more freedom than he did. That was no way to live.
There was no way that the girl would spare him this ti. He had already been very lucky to escape the last ti.
A bitter smile slowly curved the corners of his lips, revealing a complex mixture of emotions etched across his features. In the depths of his contemplation, he grappled with the decision whether to succumb to the inevitable and terminate the relentless suffering that seed indelibly linked to his existence.
The conflict within him was palpable, as his countenance beca a canvas depicting the interplay of inner turmoil and resignation. The notion of embracing death lood large, a potential escape from the perpetual tornt that had shadowed his days.
Amidst the struggle, his eyes held a glimr of weariness mingled with a yearning for the peace that remained stubbornly elusive throughout his journey.
However, Christina's next words swiftly dismantled his preconceived notions. In stark contrast to her previous recklessness when she had pounced on him, Christina displayed an unexpected restraint. Not a single step did she advance; her deanor bore no trace of aggression. It was as if the very idea of launching an attack hadn't even crossed her mind.
"Don't be alard, I've co not to engage in combat with you. Rather, I'm here to extend an invitation, an opportunity for you to stand alongside us in our struggle against the Hunter family. I believe you might harbor your own grievances against them. So, why not consider joining forces with us?" Christina proposed with a tone of earnestness and camaraderie.
Jack looked around in panic as if he expected to be ambushed from all directions. He put up his guard and cautiously stared at Christina who seed to be talking rubbish. This wasn't the direction he had assud the conversation between them would take.
"YOU..." Jack's finger trembled as it pointed towards Christina in disbelief.
"...want ..." He directed his thumb towards himself, incredulity etched across his face. "To assist you in taking on the Hunter family. Are you genuinely serious, or is this so sort of cruel jest? Why indulge in such gas? Is it entertaining to mock a man who's seemingly at the brink of his existence?" His words held a mix of surprise, skepticism, and a touch of resignation.
Jack ranted several questions in a row because he was unable to believe that Christina was asking him to join her team instead of killing him in cold blood like she wanted to when they last fought each other.
In Jack's perspective, it seed likely that Christina was attempting to stall, perhaps awaiting the arrival of her partner, the individual who had assaulted him alongside her during their prior encounter.
Jack mobilized so of the mana in his body to gather the wind elent around him to scout the area. Since the woman was here, Jack believed that the man wouldn't be very far either.
But the reality proved otherwise. He was unable to find Zach anywhere, which ant that he would be safe for a short ti period of ti at the very least.
"I am serious. We need your help. Of course, we will pay you for your services." Christina reiterated her resolve to hire him, but Jack couldn't help but be suspicious.
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