Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 2

Translator: 549690339

Prologue:

People think suffering makes one stronger, but in reality, most are tormented by suffering to the point of disfigurement.

They are weakened, disabled, barely hanging onto life, until they die.

…

“Shh, don’t rush to act yet. Let’s confirm the guard’s patrol route once more.”

In the noisy train, someone was whispering, conspiring about something.

Noland Lee’s vision was pitch black, his eyelids as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t lift his upper eyelids, let alone open his eyes to see who was murmuring beside him.

What’s going on…

Am I not in my own home?

Why can I hear the sound of the train wheels and strangers talking?

Oh, I remember now.

I stayed up too late last night and fell asleep at the table before closing my computer. The sounds of the train and conversation must be coming from the sound system.

Noland Lee’s senses were slowly recovering.

The pungent smell of cheap tobacco entered his nose, causing it to itch.

However, as his body was unresponsive and he couldn’t move his limbs, Noland Lee could only silently endure the discomfort.

Meanwhile, the swaying sensation of the moving train became much clearer.

Noland Lee could feel the vibrations of the wheels rolling over stones.

The subtle details felt so real that it instantly overturned Noland Lee’s previous assumption.

Am I not at home?!

Noland Lee was shocked.

He tried again to lift his eyelids but still couldn’t open his eyes.

Considering the whispers he heard earlier, a disconcerting thought popped into his head..

Was he kidnapped?

days, even buying a ticket for a green-skin train requires an ID. Which kidnapper

what did that

the “guard’s” patrol route

service staff

unfamiliar, unlike any that Noland Lee knew, yet

deep breath,

ready to act,” the person who had spoken

he passes us, trip him up, and I’ll

sitting on Noland Lee’s left, next to the

his voice faded, another man’s voice came from Noland’s right hand position by

moving. He seems to be waking up. Was the drug you gave

be dreaming. I poured all the sleeping powder I brought secretly into his water glass. This dosage will keep

the train and

voices on either side fell

heavy breathing and the increasingly closer

the approaching guard took, the wooden floor

so he forced

he can

must have time-traveled, and

was right between two people who wanted to jump off the

weakness, the inability to open his eyes, were all

two people who were conspiring apparently drugged someone else on the same train

only feel a

these two failed to escape,

Noland Lee Jarvis, lift your

beside Noland Lee’s row of seats, lifting his chin with the iron rod

Noland Lee Jarvis, did you hear me? Lift your

finally peering through a hazy slit to see the scene

a cracked surface and heavily peeling dark

glass-covered chandelier hung from the ceiling, swaying left and right as the carriage

light barely illuminated the guard’s face

typical Western face, not very pleasant-looking. Scruffy beard, yellowish whites of the eyes, a cigarette with glowing embers in his

this guy

Sin Soldier…

title. The body he occupied had

Noland Lee Jarvis,

rudely flicked Noland Lee’s eyelids open

were lifeless, reacting weakly to the light, and

with Sin Soldier Noland Lee

shouted towards the front of the

white powder at the corners of his

footsteps approached from afar as multiple guards hurried from

of Noland Lee

escapees simultaneously

“Now!”

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