Ledger, who was thin, walked slowly along the streets of the Stalagmit Island Pier.

His steps were frivolous and as if he was stepping on cotton, but there was nothing he could do. He hadn't eaten for three days, and his body was already very weak by drinking water.

After walking for half an hour, he finally walked into the alley at the edge of the dock, which is a place that most crew members like to come.

But now there is not a single crew member here, only the exposed women in their clothes who lifted the pink curtains with their hands to talk to each other.

"Hey, the war between the Governor General has stopped all the docks and the guests are gone. If this continues, I am so poor that I can only go to the beach to pick up dead fish."

"Come on, you opened at least yesterday. I haven't opened for three days. Hey... Look, that blonde boy is here again."

The prostitutes cast a hostile look at Ledger, and the hatred between their peers needed no reason.

"Boy, don't come here either. There are not many people playing with women, so there are no ones who play with men."

As soon as the words were finished, an extremely harsh sneer came from all around.

Ledger pretended not to hear him and continued to walk forward weakly. He only needed food now.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he walked towards him with a feminine man, a crew member, and Ledger had done his business.

He was about to rush up, but a man next to him, who was better, more delicate than him, rushed into his arms first.

Ledger's face showed a hint of grievance, his eyes were slightly red, and he continued to walk down silently.

He has no business, no food without business, no food, no food will die.

He entered this industry because he had no money to eat. I heard that this industry would never be hungry, but now he is hungry again.

Ledger slowly wandered on the street, and in the blink of an eye, Ledger's body became even weaker.

Ledger slowly moved out of the street and began to walk towards the pier. He wanted to see if there were really dead fish on the shore.

However, when he came to the shore, Ledger was disappointed. The beach had nothing but the stench of garbage shaking with the waves.

He returned to the street with human waste in the corner of the port area. He wanted to see if there was any other way to fill his stomach. If he didn't eat something today, he would probably lose his strength to walk tomorrow.

The first thing that caught my eye was a dirty garbage pile, two old men with stench all over their bodies were constantly flipping.

Ledger continued to walk forward disappointed, and someone had already occupied it.

He continued to walk forward, and soon the smell of wheat lit up his eyes.

A bakery appeared in front of him, and the yellow bread inside made Ledger's saliva secrete.

But the price hanging on it made him give up completely. The cheapest black bread costs 20 echoes a small piece, and he doesn't hear a single echo now.

Ledger wanted to leave, but he suddenly found that the fat man who runs a bakery was fiddling with the oven with his own back.

It is not good to steal things. It was something his dead mother told him, but he was really hungry.

Ledger could not think so much, so he walked to the bakery and reached out to grab a piece of fishmeal bread.

His hands touched it, and the bread seemed to have just been baked, and the temperature on it made Ledger's weak body feel as if he had strength again.

"Touch!!" A foot wearing leather boots kicked Ledger away.

"Dare you dare to steal my bread? Do you want to die?" The fat boy of thirteen or fourteen years old in clean clothes rushed up with his playmate and punched and kicked Ledger.

The sound disturbed the fat man who was toasting bread. He walked in front of the stall and put the slightly crooked bread with his hands, then slowly said: "Son, don't fight here, it will affect the business at home."

"Yeah! I understand!" The fat boy nodded. He dragged one of Ledger's legs and walked towards the alley next to him. The shouting boy next to him followed.

Deep in the dark alley covered with garbage, Ledger shrank into a ball and looked at the group of teenagers surrounding him in front of him.

Especially when he saw the fat boy picking up a table leg with rusty nails from the side, his eyes showed extreme fear.

"Please don't hit me, you guys play with me, it's very comfortable, please don't hit me." Ledger trembledly took off his pants and raised his butt.

Ledger's move first made the teenagers stunned, and suddenly one of them said: "I know this kid, he is a prostitute!!"

The teenagers suddenly showed extreme disgust on their faces. They rushed up and kept beating them with all their strength.

"It's so disgusting!! Why are you doing in the world for trash like you?!"

"You actually rely on selling yourself to support yourself. Are you a man?"

"You useless waste!!"

Ledger held his head with his hands and cried in despair: "I'm hungry, I just want to eat, mom, help me!"

Soon Ledger couldn't shout it out. When the teenagers stopped beating, he was covered in black and purple and spread it on the ground motionlessly.

The panting fat boy seemed to be a little angry. He looked around and picked up a rusty boat nail from the ground, which was rusty, twenty centimeters long.

"Hey, it's almost OK. If you go down, you will die." A boy with a mole on the corner of his mouth felt a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong with the dead? No one died in the dock area? Besides, he is a prostitute who steals things. Such a bad guy is not worthy of living."

The fat boy walked over, grabbed Ledger's blonde hair with his hands, and pulled him up directly.

Ledger's swollen eyes looked in front of him weakly. His eyes were no longer afraid, only numbness. His teeth-lost mouth opened and trembled, saying, "What did I do wrong? Why did you do this to me?"

The fat boy stretched out his right hand, and the boat needle in his hand pierced directly into Ledger's right eye. He raised his right leg and pushed his knees suddenly at the tail of the nail, and the rusty nail was instantly inserted into Ledger's brain.

As the fat boy threw Ledger on the ground, the onlookers immediately praised him and surrounded him, and they did not dare to do something like murder.

Ledger was lying powerlessly among a pile of garbage, his life was quickly disappearing.

The vision began to blur, and Ledger saw that the dead mother was back and she came to pick her up.

"If you die, you will not be hungry or cold, and you will be able to see your mother." Ledger's mouth raised slightly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hey...hey... can you hear me talking?" A vague voice suddenly came into Ledger's ears, and the mother who gradually became clear in front of him quickly dissipated.

"No, mom, take me with you..." Ledger cried in despair.

Suddenly a soft light wrapped around Ledger's body, and his scarred body quickly healed.

When Ledger came to his senses, the wounds on his body disappeared along with the pain.

Ledger stood there as if listening to something.

Suddenly he stood up and raised his right hand and gently pushed it to the side. The stained wall next to him collapsed instantly.

Ledger stared at his hands blankly, facing his sudden power, he was very surprised.

Suddenly he started to cry. He heard the sound in his mind asking, shook his head and wiped his tears with his hands.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking, if I had this power then, maybe my mom wouldn't have died."

Ledger slowly walked out along the corner of the wall. He nodded from time to time and communicated with the sound in his head.

"Who are you? What should I call you? GK? Can I call you God?"

"Your voice sounds so good, God, I like to hear your voice."

"God, you are so nice, I like you."

Speaking of this, Ledger had already walked out of the alley and came outside, and the tempting aroma of bread floated into Ledger's nose again.

He watched the yellow bread slowly walk over in the distance.

The fat boy had already returned home, and he was laughing and talking to a woman.

When he glanced at Ledger walking towards this side, he suddenly saw a hint of surprise in his eyes and walked out of the bakery.

Seeing the fat boy rushing up fiercely, Ledger's instinctive body shrank and was about to escape, but suddenly he stopped, his lowered head slowly raised, and his dodging eyes were replaced by hatred.

He raised his hands and pushed the fat boy in the direction, "Touch!" The boy was already embedded in the outer wall of the bakery, and the splashed blood stained the entire wall, and he was dead.

"My son!!" The woman cried so hard that she rushed out.

Hearing this title, Ledger's heart inexplicably ached, and he raised his hand and wanted her to shut up.

But with him gently pinching the woman's head was as thin as a piece of paper.

"Maya!!" The fat man's eyes turned red when he saw this scene. He took out a revolver king and rushed out.

Ledger pinched it out of thin air again, and the sound of bone shattering sounded, and the fat man's whole body shrank into the size of a watermelon, and scarlet blood splattered everywhere.

Ledger walked to the bread stall, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and closed his hands together. "Thank God for the bread he gave me."

He started eating the best white bread, and he ate faster and almost choked.

Half an hour later, Ledger, who was very full, breathed a long sigh. He was full and he felt very happy.

"God, do you need my help? I can do anything for you."

"Save you? OK, God, I will do my best to save you!"

Ledger's consciousness returned from his long memory, and his tears couldn't stop sliding from his eyes. He said with grief and anger: "I'm sorry, God, I can't save you, wuwuwu~ It's me useless..."

At this moment, 130-year-old Ledger is the same as 10-year-old Ledger.

Charles ignored what the other person was talking to himself, and he flashed to Ledger to raise a tentacle full of eyes.

Seeing that he was about to die, the Pope's eyes suddenly lit up. He used his last trace of strength to shout at the dark rock formations in the sky, "God said: There must be light!!!"
Chapter completed!