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?

buying a ticket for a green-skin train requires an ID. Which kidnapper would abandon a car and

did that guy

the “guard’s” patrol

service

was unfamiliar, unlike any that Noland

deep breath,

person

us, trip him up, and

on Noland Lee’s left,

voice came from Noland’s right hand

are moving. He seems to be waking up. Was the drug you gave him enough?

the sleeping powder

Legion… whoever wants to go can go. We brothers won’t. I’d rather jump off the train and die than go to that ghost

either side

Lee heard their heavy breathing and the increasingly

each step the approaching guard took, the wooden floor let out a grating

so he forced himself to

can confirm

and it was

was right between two people who wanted to jump off

the inability to open his eyes, were

apparently drugged someone else on the same train because they didn’t

Lee could only feel

now? If these two failed to escape, would

Noland Lee Jarvis, lift

row of seats, lifting his chin with the iron rod

Noland Lee Jarvis, did you hear me? Lift

eyelids, finally peering through a hazy slit to

an old, wooden carriage with a cracked surface and heavily peeling dark red

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

light barely illuminated the guard’s face

face, not very pleasant-looking. Scruffy beard, yellowish whites of the eyes, a cigarette with glowing embers in his mouth, and yellow-brown teeth exhaling a strong odor of

guy

Sin Soldier…

this was not a good title. The body he occupied had seemingly gotten into serious

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, open your eyes

Lee’s eyelids open

to the light, and contracting very

wrong with Sin Soldier

guard shouted towards the

powder at the corners of his mouth! It looks like he’s

afar as

Noland

two would-be escapees simultaneously let out

“Now!”

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