What does despair feel like?

Rolf felt that he knew the answer to this question.

The throat festival was crushed by the female bartender of the fraternity (he didn't know Yara's name yet), and it hurt a lot with heavy techniques, as if it was just five minutes ago.

And after that, he seemed to be suffering every moment.

Blood flows back from the throat into the lungs.

Severe pain is transmitted from the throat to the brain.

Even the respiratory tract was blocked.

Can't speak.

Can't breathe.

Unable to move.

He was like a seriously injured and dying wild dog, and was randomly discarded on Hongfang Street.

No matter whether it hurts, suffocates, or chokes, his life will be long.

Only when he was a child, the experience of wandering in the Conmas League and the desire to survive forced him to survive.

He, the psychic psychic who controls the wind, used his psychic abilities again and again, like a sponge, pressing the dust, blood foam and filthy air into his lungs one after another from his cracked throat.

He squeezed out the exhaled breath from another wound on his neck.

call.

suck.

call.

suck.

Every "breath" is accompanied by inhuman severe pain, and it is like tormenting back and forth between the Prison River and the human world.

He is probably the first person to use his superpowers to survive and prosper - Rolf thought sadly.

Rolf felt like a wild dog who was scattered in the gutter to catch garbage to make a living.

The female bartender left.

The green skin left.

Several teams of thugs passed by his seriously injured and dying body.

A spy turned him over and tested his mouth and nose.

A shocking explosion reached his ears.

Rolf doesn't care.

He just instinctively, one after another, using his supernatural power to "breathe" in the severe pain.

Until dawn.

Until Noumeno, who was in a panic retreat, carried his "corpse".

Noumeno, the country hunter, was recognized as a coward among the twelve most powerful people - Rolf never looked down on him. He laughed, humiliated, bullied him in the gang, and was even more amateur entertainment for the ghost of the wind.

The irony is that it was this coward who despised himself, who "collected the body" for himself at the last moment.

Rolf was awakened by the severe pain from his legs.

He was tied tightly with his hands and opened his eyes in the morgue of the guard hall.

Then I saw Nekra.

The head of the "Red Viper" Nekra, the head of the Eight Cadres of the Blood Bottle Gang (he didn't know that five of them had been lost in Hongfang Street).

But Nekra just stared at him with a complicated expression, shook his head in disgust and hideousness.

"You are the few people who survived the Blood Bottle Gang." The red viper said quietly.

Rolf struggled, trying to speak out, enduring the severe pain in his throat, but could only make a meaningless "hoho" sound.

A severe pain in the knee hits!

Below the knee, but without any sense.

"Look at you, Rolf, the strongest among the twelve strongest, the only super-level expert."

"That excellent, arrogant, arrogant, and promising-the ghost of the wind, Rolf."

"I am proudly recommended by Lord Kathleen to the magician of Qi, a young man with unlimited glory."

The red viper gently patted his face one after another, with complexity and disgust in his eyes, and he said sarcastically:

"Now, I lie here like a corpse, unable to speak, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to eat."

"Why are you still alive?"

The red viper's eyebrows flipped, and his face turned ugly and crazy.

"Why did you survive, not Kers, Song, Spin or Dorno? Why did it happen, it happened, it happened, it happened, it happened, it happened, it happened, it happened, not mine?"

Rolf opened his eyes wide and struggled in anger and pain, but the double pain and disability prevented him from acting.

The red viper restrained his anger and turned to laugh, very happy, and very sick.

"The Blood Bottle Gang suffered heavy losses, and my power was also damaged," he said softly. "If all the staff were available, maybe Katharine could step on me to the position, so she wouldn't be sure."

But Nekra's expression became ferocious.

"However, how can a dying ghost of the Wind who cannot speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured in the dying wind, serve her?"

"So," Nekra said as he stretched out his hand, his face twisted and pinched Rolf's knee, and the wound that was forcibly burned by the flames to stop the bleeding!

"You might as well die in battle and disappear!"

"Woo--" Rolf closed his eyes tightly in the severe pain, struggling with his body that was unable to move due to serious injuries, not to break free, but to relieve a little bit of severe knee pain.

The wind power he relies on for "breathing" was almost interrupted!

"I was in a bad mood today, and I was hitting walls everywhere," Nekra sighed and continued, "But I still feel very happy to solve you and cut off a genius Katharine is optimistic about."

Looking at the resentment, pain and fury in Rolf's eyes, Nekra showed apologies and helplessness and smiled:

"There's no way. 'They' designated a super expert, and they also emphasized that they should leave their wrists to get blood. Otherwise, what I want to cut off is your hands, not your legs."

He finally patted Rolf's face and whispered in his ear: "I wish you a happy time with the vampires."

Nekra's footsteps went away and two blood bottle gang thugs came up. One of them picked up a three-inch-long copper needle with a tube, and the other grabbed Rolf's weak wrist.

At that moment, Rolf felt despair deeply.

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Tailes stared at Rolf in a daze.

He had an impulse and wanted to ask him what happened to Yala afterwards and what was the result of their battle? Did Yala escape? Why did Rolf become like this? Isn't he a member of the Blood Bottle Gang?

But Tailes hesitated.

Because he saw Rolf at this moment.

Seeing this dissipated look, he could only express his emotions with meaningless shouts, and his eyes were mixed with despair, pain, regret and sorrow.

He still remembered Rolf last night.

Frivolous, confident, arrogant, and extraordinary.

Come and go freely in the endless wind, leaving a signature laugh.

And now?

"Huhuhu-woo--" Rolf began to close his eyes again and moaned in pain.

The once casual, savage, and unscrupulous ghost of the wind is no longer there.

His lips were dark and dry, and he was obviously dehydrated, but Tails could not find water, and he could not be sure whether he could still swallow it with Rolf's condition.

Tailes didn't even know how he breathed.

The time traveler just sat aside in a daze, watching Rolf who was suffering and struggling.

The second year after he traveled, a beggar was broken by Quaid, and the poor girl wailed for a whole night before her death.

Tailes was still confused at that time and only found a few memories. He was shocked and afraid of the horror of reality, so he could only hide in the hole in the wall and shivered.

So, in his sleep, he listened to the girl wailing all night.

Like now, it seems.

Later, he thought about why he didn't have more courage to end the pain for the girl.

Tailes looked at Rolf's unnatural appearance, and his heart was heavy.

No matter how much guilt is committed, no one deserves to suffer such torture—he said to himself.

After all, the time traveler sighed, climbed to Rolf's side, and said softly:
To be continued...