Hell Is Empty, All Devils Are Here (Second Update)

That was the girl's family situation. If either of her parents fell ill and could not work, the money they earned would not be enough for rent, food, and clothing.

Only by working constantly, without pause, could they maintain their current life.

Many homeless people in the slums starved or froze to death. Most of them had fallen ill and lost their income, leaving them no choice but to collect relief rations.

Yet the relief rations could only keep them from starving to death. They gave them no strength to look for new work, trapping them in a vicious cycle.

Then, after failing to receive relief rations a few times, they starved or froze to death on park benches.

"Thank you for saving me! Thank you for your generosity!"

The girl knelt on the ground excitedly, silently thanking the baby who had suddenly appeared. She felt that he must have been an incarnation of a deity.

She then rose, carefully hid the Gold Pounds in her clothing pocket, and ran wildly toward home.

With that money, they could move out of the slums and rent a somewhat more decent house.

Her father could rest and recover, no longer taking on exhausting, poorly paid day labor, and find a proper job at a factory.

Her mother could also give up laundry work, buy a sewing machine, and mend and tailor clothes for others, increasing her income severalfold.

As for herself, she would no longer need to help her mother with the laundry. She could attend school during the day as well, strive to get into university, and completely change her family's fate.

Above a grand villa on Iris Street in George Wood District, near West Borough, with sprawling lawns, broad gardens, a small fountain plaza, and marble statues.

George activated the