Bab 75: Aftermath

Forgetting his thoughts, Levi pressed onward, making his way to the place where he had spent most of his life—his slum house. 

As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the eyes of the people around him, their gazes lingering on him with a mix of curiosity and longing. The residents wore torn clothes, their weary eyes reflecting a hunger that went beyond just food. It was as if the weight of their existence had exhausted them to the point of resignation. 

Levi recognized those eyes. They were the same eyes he had seen in the mirror just a month ago. Back then, he had shared their struggle, feeling the same gnawing emptiness. 

Now, dressed in neat, high-quality clothes purchased with the credits he had earned, he appeared to them as a noble, an outsider who no longer belonged in the slums. Their gazes felt like silent pleas, a collective yearning for help that hung heavy in the air. 

Some might assume that Levi may feel pity for them, but he didn't.