When I first fell into this world.
I raised my middle finger towards whatever god was out there.
-How does this make sense….
I had lived a good life, diligently surviving as an orphan abandoned by my parents, only to be backstabbed by a so-called god.
Donaod to betray an angelic person like in this way, and so I cursed at the god with what little reverence I had left.
-How can I end up as a beggar…. Damn it…
If I was going to be reincarnated, it should have been as a protagonist or a rich person, not a beggar in the slums. It’s no wonder I wasn’t in a good mood.
After a brief period of wandering.
I began to blend into the slum life. Cursing a god wouldn’t change anything, and not knowing why I had been reincarnated, it was silly to curse blindly.
I had no choice but to accept it.
ht.
-Hey, newbie!
-You’re being informal?
-When you see your senior, you should greet them properly.
-Oh…. Your words are short.
‘Whack!’
If sothing didn’t sit right, I fought.
If provoked, I fought.
If it seed I’d lose due to size difference, I’d pick up a weapon and fight.
It was no different from the orphanage in my past life. The orphanage was also a harsh world where the strong survived.
Of course, instead of teachers preventing big fights, there were vagabonds, and if you weren’t careful, you could get sold into slavery. But being alone wasn’t much different between my past and present lives.
So my personality was rough.
I fought often.
I didn’t show leniency just because I was young.
Having gained experience in the orphanage, I knew all too well that showing weakness once would result in the children’s ruthlessness. That’s why I deliberately acted cold. Plus, back then, my temperant wasn’t as good as it is now, so I flared up easily.
-I’m sorry.
-I can’t tell if you an it.
-I said I’m sorry!
-I can’t tell, though.
Being reasonably defeated with a punch sotis served as life advice for the kids.
-I won’t ss with you anymore.
-Good.
Perhaps it was the elite course I followed in the orphanage that helped , but when I ca to my senses, I realized I had beco the king of the alleyways.
Of course, I got beaten up a lot too.
As a child, there were limitations to defeating adult thugs.
The bakery owner.
Debt-collecting thugs.
Irascible nobles.
I was beaten by so many I couldn’t count.
Yet the reason I could beco the king of the alleyways was perhaps down to one thing: my stubbornness to return double once I suffered.
While I watched the thugs, they also watched .
Exceptional business acun, as suspicious as it was.
-This month’s protection fees.
-Why don’t you seriously consider working for us?
-Screw off.
And the brutal nature of returning double what I suffered.
-Hey, Snake Eyes.
-Snake Eyes? That crazy guy is that kid?
-Yeah.
Growing to be an existence difficult to approach ant not many dared to ss with .
Compared to other kids, I had a knack for it.
-Pretty sister!
-What? Are you talking to ?
-Yes! Please give so money, pretty sister!
-You are cute.
Having h a discriminatory begging thod, I beca the kids’ material pillar of support.
-Here, you beg like this.
So, many kids followed .
my effort to live earnestly.
I t various people.
A kid destined to beco a villainess in a novel.
A noble kicking over my begging bowl, calling it filthy.
And the protagonist of the novel, holding his father’s hand, making an appearance on the street.
-Dad!
-What is it, Yuria?
-Does the capital always sparkle like this?
-I’m not sure since it’s been a while for too. Hold on tight.
-Okay!
It was fascinating.
Man, I thought, “I’ve really been reincarnated,” and felt a grand sensation, like I had beco sothing.
The status window visible before my eyes.
The ability to see people’s favorability.
Reliving seeing people from the novel in person—everything was new and fascinating.
Among them, the person most morable was the young lady.
I never imagined I’d et the person I least wanted to get involved with on the street.
The day I first t her was just another ordinary day.
A day when a serene cycle of begging and getting beaten for stealing bread ca blowing in.
That was when I first saw the young lady in a splendid dress.
-Ugh, life is so damn tough!
The noble girl in a splendid dress approached, drawn by the nostalgia of a democratic society, muttering to herself.
The first ti I saw the young lady’s favorability window, I was terrified. She never knew that.
[Desmond Olivia Lv.6]
Occupation: Noble Young Lady
Favorability: -30
Favorite conversation topics: I’m pretty./I’m the best in the world./I am the fist ruler of this district today./Bored./Hungry/Chocolate./Anyone better be ready./Fight.
The interests of the villainess, who walked around with over ten escorts, were much more villainous than any kid I had seen.
The young lady kicked over my begging bowl and yelled.
-Quiet! Beggar!
-What the heck are you?
Of course, back then, I was fearless, so I didn’t back down. I thought I’d just see her once and be done with it, so I brazenly faced her.
-Squirt? Are you calling a squirt right now?
-Who else but you?
-Eek!!!
Victory was mine.
My experiences from rolling around the slums and honing street fights in my past life led to win.
Though it wasn’t easy fighting soone who had plucked many nobles’ hair in high society, I managed to beat her.
The young lady, now a dust pit, wiped the dirt from her mouth and glared fiercely.
With a face that looked like she was dying of frustration.
-I’ll kill you.
-Go have so of your mom’s milk first.
-You go have it!
-I don’t have a mom.
-Oh…. Then…! I’ll give you money, go buy so!
Thus, I developed a bond with the young lady.
It wasn’t a normal eting.
Beca friends by fighting like fools, but Olivia and I bonded in this ridiculous way.
-Here again today?
-Yeah! Today, I’ll puml you thoroughly.
-Pfft.
The villainess who ca daily.
And the who found it tireso.
-You rascal!
-Rascal~
-Stop copying !
-Stop copying ~
-Sniff.. Boohoo…
-Don’t cry. I’m sorry.
I was crazy, indeed. The re act of a commoner fighting a high noble’s daughter was grounds for summary execution.
Had the young lady not warned the guards trying to break us apart, “Don’t touch that guy! If you do, I’ll kill you!” I might have been a lifeless body on the cold street by now.
Anyway, that’s how we beca friends.
-Darn it!
-Why?
-What’s that? It looks different from others.
-It’s a limited edition beggar’s bowl.
-Oh… Give it to .
-No way. What would you do with it?
-Give it to !
-No way.
The young lady, curious, once sat beside to learn begging.
-What are you doing?
-Begging.
-Why?
-Because it looks fun.
Frequently laughing at the sight of the young lady with chubby cheeks sitting on the roadside, extending a beggar’s bowl to the knights.
-Put it in!
-…
-I said, put it in!
ht be fun.
I wonder if that’s why they slipped hush money.
-Today is liver shot.
-What now?
-Today, hit here… the side, please. The young lady stirred things up again today.
-Hahaha…
The young lady was a major source of my inco.
Unaware of the world, whenever she visited, she would get 10 gold coins from the knight and put them in my bowl, while I would beco her conversation partner and chat with her.
In any case, the young lady was my benefactor.
-You’re really good at fighting.
-I know.
-Who taught you?
-I taught myself.
-Oh… Why did you learn?
-Because I needed to be strong to survive.
I once reenhouse like you can never understand ,’ but she daringly countered.
-Because you’re a beggar.
-You little brat…
-Eek! Why hit ! It’s true!
-Alright, today I’ll teach you sothing called judo.
-Eeek!
The villainess was more silly than I had thought.
Naive and foolish.
Of course, she still had the personality of needing to have what she wanted. But watching the young lady after being reincarnated, my perception was shifting to ‘She’s not as bad as I thought.’
Friendship built up.
As the ti to et each other beca sothing to look forward to.
An unexpected turn happened.
It was a rainy day.
A drizzly rainy day.
With the young lady not coming, I grumbled and took shelter from the rain under a bridge, where I saw a familiar boy.
[Michail]
Occupation: Orphan
Favorability: 0
Favorite conversation topics: Mom/Teddy bear/I’ll be back/I wasn’t abandoned/Fairy tales/Prince.
Disliked conversation topics: Orphan/Abandonnt/Loneliness/Bad words
-Oh, this is a big problem.
Today, I intend to unravel this story.
The first eting between Michail and .
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