"Trying to trap me?" Ammon stood outside the orphanage, looking at the not particularly high wall with a disdainful smile.
For some reason, everyone had been especially concerned about tonight. Taking advantage of the time when everyone was busy, Ammon, who had spent many days thoroughly mapping out the entire orphanage, finally ran away.
Even though he had lost his Beyonder Abilities, those memories remained in his mind. He could easily find blind spots in the security personnel's vision and thinking, and quickly judge where he could hide.
Although he had misjudged some heights and ended up with a few minor scrapes, that was obviously not a problem—
Ammon had been eating properly these past few days, so he was still in fairly good shape.
"Where should I go next?" Ammon slowly walked down unfamiliar streets, staring at the vehicles that were completely different from those of his era, feeling somewhat lost.
"This damn body!" Ammon suddenly seemed to realize something. He muttered a complaint, took a piece of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then began looking for a target.
Yes, a target, because he had neither money nor food.
The orphanage's three daily meals consisted of food that was easy to digest, relatively balanced in nutrition, and difficult for children to pick through—things like dough soup, stewed noodle slices, and multigrain meat porridge. Even if they contained vegetables children disliked, they were hard to pick out, and there was no need to worry about leftovers. But that also meant they were difficult to store. The only food Ammon had now was some candy the caretakers had rewarded him with for good behavior.
And candy obviously could not fill his stomach.
Perhaps because the New Year was approaching, there were quite a few pedestrians on