The sll of grilled at filled the kitchen.
Kogan was enjoying the al; for the past few days, he had been eating at every day.
If it were soone else, they might have felt sick from eating at constantly.
Since humans are both carnivorous and herbivorous, they need variety in their diet.
That's why fruits are provided once a month for the sake of diversity.
In another world, fruits might be abundant while at is rare and hard to obtain — it's the sa concept.
The point is, you won't get both in abundance.
i Lan glanced at him from ti to ti.
'It seems the world he ca from is no better than this one.'
She took a sip of the delicious red juice.
"Aah... this is life."
Her face turned red from how good the juice tasted, and she couldn't stop drinking until she finished the whole cup.
In the presence of that juice, she didn't care much for the at in front of her.
True, she had never eaten it in such quantity or quality in her life, but at least she could recall the rich and fatty taste of at.
Yet the cold, refreshing, and sweet flavor of the juice—it was simply divine.
"Huh?" i Lan was surprised.
Kogan gently pushed the cup of juice toward her with his fingertips.
"Aren't you going to drink?"
She asked in confusion. From the start, he hadn't taken even a sip of the juice.
He simply nodded and smiled.
"Seems like he takes the Third Law more seriously... or maybe that's just who he is."
i Lan accepted the glass and thought.
He didn't take the bigger bed and now he's giving her his share of the juice—it could only an one thing: he was a kind person, or maybe... This is lo—
She hadn't even finished that thought when she saw him offering her his portion of fruit from the stall.
"Wait!" i Lan was shocked.
This had gone beyond kindness—it was madness.
Kogan stood up, gently patted her shoulder, and left the kitchen, heading back to his room.
"Could it be that he doesn't like fruit?"
The thought crossed her mind for a mont, but she quickly dismissed it.
No one dislikes the fruits of the Great Tree.
People would give their lives for just a single bite of one.
If they had to choose between a salary or their monthly share of fruit, they would choose the fruit without hesitation.
Kogan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression.
Was this a real world, or rely a hallucination at the mont of death?
If he started thinking like that, what proof did he have that his first world was real and not just illusions or delusions?
"Even if this is a dream, I'll live it."
"Even if this is the in-between mont between life and death, I'll live it."
The mont he was burned alive.
The mont Frederick stepped in to help.
The mont he-Frederick- was stabbed in front of his wife and children.
Kogan's eyes opened, and a feeling long buried deep in his heart was finally set free—
the desire to live.
And living didn't necessarily an surviving for a long ti.
Living ant enjoying every possible advantage.
Living ant rising above all others.
Living ans Control over life and death of others.
Living ant... living.
All the ti he spent in that city, he was rely alive—he wasn't living.
His life was in others' hands, and in one fleeting mont, they simply decided he should die.
It was only in that mont before death that he truly understood it all.
"It's not too late... hahaha!"
He laughed out loud, as if everything was finally under his control.
i Lan turned her head toward the source of the sound.
"What's wrong with him?"
Her heart started pounding, and a slight fear crept in.
Kogan's laughter stopped. His face returned to normal, and he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
"I'm still alive."
*****
After a full day had passed, Kogan received his first mission: to search for and obtain essence.
It wasn't an easy task—danger surrounded them from every direction.
Many dangerous individuals lived alone out there, the most notorious among them being a man known as "Distorted Fist".
Others lived in groups, like the well-known Liu Jian.
These people fed off what others cooked and cared little about the curse.
They were like smokers—knowing full well they'd get cancer, yet continuing to smoke anyway.
When the squad retrieved a large amount of essence, these sinners blocked their way and a deadly fight ensued.
If a person possesses 50 units of free essence, during a battle for their life, they will refine that 50 essence.
It then becos part of their body, so even if the sinner kills them, no essence can be extracted from their body. This ans the sinner will likely consider ending the fight if it's a tough one, since they won't gain anything from it—there's no benefit in dying.
However, it's enough that the essence is lost to the city's vault.
While it's true that a worker in the city benefits from it, the heart of the city is deprived of it.
Moreover, there are more uses for free essence compared to refined essence.
It's like a person carrying a small tree. When a cold storm hits, he burns the tree to keep warm. While he benefits from it a little, it would have been better if he had planted it, allowing it to grow larger, which would eventually provide more firewood
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