Meteor City, Soul Reaper System

Mountains of garbage towered beneath the stench-choked skies of Meteor City. Luo Ye stood there with a wooden sword in hand, gazing sorrowfully up at the heavens.

"Good heavens, I only complained a little about the odds of you letting me win the lottery. Did you really have to send me through time?" The odds of that were clearly even lower than winning the lottery! If the heavens had that kind of power, they might as well have let him win five million and become rich overnight. Instead, they had sent him to this godforsaken dump.

That would have been one thing, but if he had guessed right, this place was supposed to be the legendary Meteor City—the birthplace of the Phantom Troupe, a cradle for gangsters and assassins, a gathering place for lawless criminals. Sending him to a place like Meteor City was practically throwing a sheep into a tiger's den.

And then there was his cheat ability, Soul Reaper training. Why did he have to wear women's clothes to speed up his cultivation? Meteor City was far too dangerous, so he did not dare give up that training bonus. All he could do was quietly put on women's clothes and pretend to be a girl.

Fortunately, he was good-looking. Otherwise, wearing a skirt would have made him look like some grotesque freak, which would have been utterly humiliating. But being a girl in Meteor City was no easy task either!

"By heaven and earth, I'm obviously a law-abiding citizen! I wouldn't even dare kill a bird!" Luo Ye, now a child, cried out in grief and indignation. Then he knocked out a grown man with a single slash, kicked him a few times to make sure he was really unconscious, and only then began searching him for food.

"Just this little?" Luo Ye weighed the light, moldy bread in his hand, his face full of displeasure. "Poor bastard, what a waste of my time!" Still, food was scarce in this hellhole. Getting anything at all was not bad.

Luo Ye darted back to the shipping container with the small loaf of bread and tore off most of it to feed the black-haired child living inside. As he fed him, he muttered, "Agreeing to form an alliance with you was seriously the biggest mistake I ever made. I haven't even seen any returns yet, and I'm already having to put food into it."

"Cough, cough. You can leave me alone." Though the sick little boy's cheeks were flushed with fever, his eyes remained just as cold. Luo Ye curled his lips at that. "No, I can't. An alliance is an alliance. I won't leave you behind." After all, your name is Feitan.

Feitan of the Phantom Troupe was no ordinary fighter. Since he had encountered him by chance, Luo Ye could not let such a golden thigh slip away for nothing!

If he did not cling to him while he was young, was he supposed to approach him after he had grown up? That would be asking for death. Bonds like these had to be cultivated from childhood.

"Why save me?" A dark glint passed through Feitan's narrow golden eyes. "Without me holding you back, you would live well." Luo Ye rolled his eyes. "That was only because I caught him off guard. My sneak attacks might not work next time." Like that adult today—if he had not underestimated Luo Ye because he was a child, the outcome might not have been the same.

Besides, this world had something as absurd as Nen abilities. He definitely needed a powerful backer to cling to!

"So I'm counting on you. Get better quickly and be my golden thigh!" Luo Ye patted Feitan's face, trying to keep him awake. He was not asking for much. He only hoped Feitan could take him out of Meteor City. Life here was simply inhuman. He would never complain about eating instant noodles every day again—even expired instant noodles were better than eating dust here!

Feitan said nothing. He had fallen asleep again. Luo Ye irritably scratched his head. "He fell asleep again. His fever must be pretty serious. He needs some medicine, but there's no medicine here for him to take!" Forget medicine—even finding water would have been impressive.

Luo Ye frowned, his expression conflicted. "Do I really have to steal that batch of medicine for him?"