Oh, He Really Was Magnanimous!

Feitan's hand had already moved to the dagger at his waist when Luo Ye spoke before him. "I don't think Feitan looks scary, and I've never had nightmares either. So please apologize to him!"

Although he did not want things with Chrollo to turn ugly, he wanted even less for Feitan to be wronged.

After all, he was not actually afraid of clashing with Chrollo. His concessions were merely due to the nature of being Chinese—he did not want to cause trouble and thought that if he endured it, it would pass.

But compared to trouble, he was even less willing to see Feitan upset.

Even though learning of Feitan's feelings for him had made things somewhat awkward, there was no denying that Feitan was the first friend he had made after coming into this world.

As someone with a normal worldview, every day he had spent in Meteor City since transmigrating had been agonizing.

In the modern world, his daily worries had amounted to wondering why his awful boss was so troublesome, complaining about how tedious his work was, and deciding what to eat that day.

But after coming to Meteor City, every day he thought about how to find food, avoid being killed, and knock people unconscious without killing them.

He was not some saint, but as someone who had never even killed a chicken growing up, he could not casually stab someone to death without a burden on his conscience.

He had broken down before when he accidentally stabbed someone to death. Even now, he still remembered the sticky, disgusting sensation on his hands.

But he was already here and could not go back. What else could he do?

Here, he could only force himself to survive, avoid killing whenever possible, and replay his past over and