Ammon's Great Adventure (24)

At five o'clock in the afternoon on the day Ammon escaped, he looked at the increasingly dense buildings in the distance and nearly collapsed onto the ground.

He forced himself to keep going, pulled the last bottle of lukewarm water—heated by the weather—from his backpack, gulped it down, and continued forward.

A cross-country trek of more than ten kilometers while carrying weight was undoubtedly a terrifying burden for a child. If Ammon had not kept up his training these past days, and if he had not possessed willpower far beyond that of an ordinary child, there was no way he could have made it this far.

That said, although Ammon looked somewhat bedraggled at the moment, he did not stand out. In this season, in these village towns that could already be called rural, boys his age were basically all little mud monkeys.

The bedraggled Ammon found a small convenience store and bought some snacks and water to replenish his salt and calories. It was not healthy, but snacks loaded with oil, sugar, and salt restored energy faster than many other foods.

Besides, a little mud monkey like him was not suited to ordering dishes at a restaurant, and there were no KFCs or McDonald's nearby, where even a child ordering alone would not seem out of place.

After crunching through two bags of rice crackers and chugging a bottle of yogurt, Ammon finally recovered somewhat. He continued onward with slow, heavy steps. After all his preparations, Ammon already knew that the fragile human body could not rest immediately after intense exercise. He needed to let his body "cool down" gradually to avoid worsening its strain.

By now, Ammon had gained a deeper understanding of human frailty. When he had once been the God of Deception, he had merely considered