My throat felt like it was filled with sandpaper, and every breath brought burning pain.
I opened my eyes suddenly, and what I saw was the leaky roof and cobwebs, and the cold rain was dripping on my face. One second, I was in front of the computer until three o'clock in the morning revising the plan for the damn KPI; the next second, I actually traveled through time to this beggar who was on the verge of starvation!
My stomach twitched, and I subconsciously touched the half piece of sour bun in my arms that was as hard as a rock.
Before I could put the cornbread to my mouth, two muscular beggars rushed in from the door of the ruined temple, their eyes as fierce as hungry wolves.
"New here? Do you understand the rules?" The leader, who had a rough face, kicked me hard in the stomach. "Everything on this site, including your half of the cornbread, belongs to me, grandpa!"
The severe pain made me curl up, but what was more intense than the pain was the anger coming from the depths of 996's soul. I tightened my grip on a sharp broken piece of porcelain that I had touched at some point, and the moment he bent down to grab it, I pounced on it!
"Rules?" The porcelain shard pierced his arm hard. I grabbed his dirty hair and knocked him against the pillar next to him, looking like a madman. "My rules are, whoever steals my things must die!"
