Chapter 82

Ayeon was a loser.

Even when he lost his parents in the gate accident, when he was transferred to another unfamiliar orphanage due to the bankruptcy of his original one, and when he was severely bullied by his classmates, Ayeon thought of himself as a loser.

In the end, it was all about what you were born with—money, ability, family.

Those who had these things without any effort, and those who didn't have them or lost them without doing anything.

The world Ayeon saw was divided into winners and losers.

One day, Ayeon was given a chance to join the ranks of the winners.

But the 'victory' he so easily obtained now seemed not so sweet when he thought about it.

Then, what did I really want? He pondered this question belatedly.

Ayeon slowly opened his eyes.

"......"

"......"

The black eyes that gazed intently down at him. In the still silence, Eunha moved her lips slightly.

"Can you get up?"

A white hand was extended indifferently.

At that moment, Ayeon thought: Ah, maybe what I wanted wasn't something so big after all.

Ayeon raised his upper body from the wet ground and looked around. Verde and his companions, as well as the fierce dogs that had surrounded the place, had all vanished like smoke.

Ayeon stared at Eunha's hand with a dazed expression and cautiously reached out to grasp it.

"I did get the apple, but it might be a good idea to file a report."

Eunha said, looking at Ayeon's disheveled appearance.

Getting the apple by bowing down and receiving it was useless. You never knew when or how you might be retaliated against.

"I can't report it."

Squeezing his shirt to wring out the muddy water, Ayeon said.

"I might be the one caught instead."

"......What?"

Eunha blinked, not understanding what he meant. Hee hee. Ayeon smiled cutely and lightly touched the air.

Opening the inventory.