A quiet study with a camel red wool carpet, the morning glow slanting in from outside the window, casting its shadow behind the desk.

Fine floating dust wanders in the air, with slender palms sparkling in the sunlight, holding a wine glass. The blood red liquid sways lightly in the glass.

A cumbersome dark purple hexagonal star array suddenly appeared in front of the desk, disturbing the tranquility flowing in the study. The space cracked open, and a tall figure in dark purple emerged from the void.

Her figure is graceful, her tail is like a whip, she has two hooves, and her narrow eyes are enchanting as she gazes at the figure behind the desk.

As the atmosphere was about to turn towards enchanting, it abruptly stopped in the enchanting purple lips of the demon

Pluck Pluck Pluck

The coolness hit my face, and the wine swayed with the glass. The young and handsome figure was stunned and asked, "What

The clever tongue of the succubus licked its lips and said, "Plup, plop, plop, plop -"

More unbridled saliva fell on the cheeks, emitting a fishy odor heavier than soil.

The young man, who couldn't react in time, instinctively reached out to block it, and then the boy huddled in the haystack woke up from his spoiled dream.

A pig wagged its tail and passed by, emitting a scent similar to that of a succubus.

The boy fell back onto the haystack with residual warmth, longing for warmth and charm.

His loose blue pajamas were stained, with mud sticking to his gray black hair.

The sky outside the thatched hut was gloomy, with drizzling rain falling. Dripping and splashing mud from the top of the shed became one of the culprits that awakened him.

Today is his third day coming into this world through that door.

When he dragged his body, which was several years younger, wandering in the forest and grassland for hours without realizing the culprit that appeared and disappeared out of thin air - behind a carved wooden door, Annan, who didn't want to linger in the forest with wolf howls at night, walked along a dirt road in the dusk and arrived at a town that seemed like a medieval town.

Then began a magnificent, thrilling, fantastical, and surreal life of hunger.

This is not the Middle Ages of cognition.

The communication between residents and travelers with unique skin and eye colors is by no means known in any language.

Hmph

A dirty pig head peeked out from the fence under the dilapidated thatched hut not far away.

But pigs are still pigs, the sun and moon are still there.

Annan waved his hand at it. As the light rain gradually stopped, I climbed up from the haystack to prepare for the new day's work.

Pushing open the pile of grass under him, Annan put the copper coins he earned two days ago into his pocket.

The dark sky after the rain is misty, and the moisture that comes with the wind makes people shiver.

Annan wrapped himself tightly in dirty and damp pajamas, and walked along the narrow alley with sewage flowing down to the busiest street in the town. Familiar with him, he sat among a group of ragged and smelly homeless people, starting his begging work today——

After all, due to language barriers, he can do nothing but beg.