Disco recalled the dream he had just had and looked uneasily at the thing he had obtained by chance. Could this really be a treasure?
But the absurd thought flashed through his mind only to be dismissed at once.
"Me? How could that be possible?"
When Disco was young, he too had dreamed of becoming a powerful adventurer, setting out for unknown lands to find a new life, or fighting an evil dragon and rescuing a beautiful princess.
But all of that had existed only in his imagination. In this damned world, nobles would always be nobles, and peasants would always be peasants.
As the son of a tenant farmer, he could only become a tenant farmer himself, working the lord's land. No matter how many unrealistic dreams he entertained, reality would knock him back into his place and make him pay dearly.
That was exactly what had happened to Disco. His childhood friend had shared his dreams, and the two teenage boys had secretly left the village where they had grown up. They followed the road toward the nearest city, planning to search for the legendary academy of magic. Perhaps they had the talent to become powerful, respected mages, or perhaps a mighty Knight would take one of them as an apprentice.
But what awaited them was not the beautiful future they imagined. It was a savage wolf pack in the wilderness, and human traffickers who looked kindly and compassionate but were vicious to the bone.
Disco had been lucky. At least he had returned alive. His best friend had remained in the wilderness forever.
When Disco saw his friend's parents weeping in grief, it felt as though a knife were stabbing his heart. It shattered his dreams completely.
From then on, he learned to farm from his father