All-around teacher at the magic academy

At the Button train station, amidst the bustling crowd, one figure stood out.

She wore a large trench coat, which wrapped her up tightly as if to ward off the city's cold.

The train ticket clutched tightly in her hand was the only proof that she had left this place.

Amy stepped onto the stairs leading to the train platform, her steps firm yet heavy.

She knew that at this moment, she would say goodbye to Barton and to this life filled with painful memories.

She has experienced too many setbacks and hardships here, and now she has finally made up her mind to leave this place that has exhausted her.

The train slowly started moving, and Amy sat by the window, watching the ever-changing scenery outside.

Those familiar buildings, streets, and people gradually faded from her sight.

At that moment, a surge of inexplicable excitement welled up inside her. She felt like a bird that had just escaped its cage, about to spread its wings and soar into the vast sky.

During her years living in Barton, Amy felt that she had lived a terrible life.

She once pursued her dreams here, only to be repeatedly thwarted; she once gave her heart here, only to be met with endless pain.

Now, she has finally mustered the courage to let go of the past, find a completely new place, and start her life afresh.

As the train wound its way through fields and mountains, Amy's thoughts drifted toward the future.

She imagined herself in that unfamiliar place, how she would work hard, how she would make new friends, and how she would regain her former confidence and smile.

She believes that as long as she takes this step bravely, her life will surely shine with new brilliance.

grumble

A strange sound came from Amy's stomach, and she couldn't help but frown.

The sudden pain confused her. She carefully reviewed her breakfast that morning, making sure she hadn't eaten anything that might cause the discomfort. Her breakfast consisted of just a slice of whole-wheat bread and a glass of milk—very simple.

Amy tried to ignore the discomfort, but the pain in her stomach grew more and more intense, as if countless hands were churning inside.

She had to get up and stagger toward the toilet in the carriage. The slight swaying of the train made each step feel incredibly difficult; she felt as if her body had been struck by a heavy hammer, and every movement required immense willpower.

As Amy walked through the narrow corridor, her face grew paler and paler, and fine beads of cold sweat began to appear on her forehead.

She felt dizzy, her eyelids felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton, and she tried to stay awake, but her consciousness began to blur.

By the time she finally reached the bathroom door, the pain in her stomach had become unbearable.

Amy placed her hand on her stomach, trying to relieve the pain, but her hand touched a sticky liquid.

A sudden chill ran through her, and a sense of foreboding washed over her. She quickly looked down at her palms.

"what--!"

Amy's scream shattered the train's silence. Her eyes were wide with terror as she stared at the thick, black liquid flowing from her hand. Her voice was shrill and desperate, filled with unspeakable horror.

The doors to the adjacent private rooms opened one after another, and the passengers, startled by the sudden screams, peeked out to see what had happened.

They saw a figure frantically taking off his clothes in the corridor, his movements hurried and chaotic.

Amy's face was ashen, and her hand trembled as she pointed to her stomach. The skin was gone, replaced by a rotting mass of flesh that emitted a nauseating stench.

Upon seeing this, Amy's stomach began to churn violently. She knelt on the ground and began to vomit frantically.

However, what came out of her mouth was not food scraps, but the same black, viscous substance.

The passengers on the train instantly descended into chaos. Some covered their mouths in terror, while others closed their eyes and fled back to their compartments, unable to bear witnessing the horrific scene any longer.

But no one dared to step forward and check on Amy's condition.

Upon hearing the screams, the train attendants rushed through the carriages to the scene of the incident.

When he arrived, the scene before him left him speechless.

All that remained on the ground was a pool of black blood and Amy's tattered clothes; Amy herself had vanished without a trace.

...

Leon, carrying a heavy suitcase, navigated through the intricate alleyways of Barton City and finally arrived at a secluded dock.

The environment here was dilapidated and dark, exuding dampness and a musty smell, but Leon knew that such a place would not attract outside attention, making it the best choice for him to escape Barton City.

Now, every exit in the city may be closely monitored, and legitimate routes are no longer safe.

He had no choice but to smuggle himself out, a decision that made him somewhat uneasy.

Leon is not a man without principles. Although he is strong enough to break through any blockade, he is unwilling to solve problems through violence.

He firmly believed that everything he did, including the extreme measures he had to take, was out of desperation and for self-preservation.

Those he killed were all people who deserved their fate; their deaths were a relief for him.

Leon felt no guilt; he simply longed for an ordinary life, a place he could call home, some close friends he could confide in, and someone he loved.

He didn't want much; he just wanted to find his place in the world and enjoy simple and genuine emotional exchanges.

If given the choice, who would willingly choose such a thorny escape route?

Who wouldn't want a carefree, comfortable, and peaceful life?

He came to this city with dreams and hopes, expecting to create a place of his own here.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow, and when he had to leave, his heart was filled with loneliness and helplessness.

Sometimes, Leon would fall into deep confusion and think, "Maybe I should just give up."

What is the meaning of living a life of starting from scratch in a new place, without friends or family?

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, or whether this struggle was worthwhile.

However, whenever such negative thoughts tried to take hold of his mind, a voice would ring in his ears—his brother's whisper, his brother's expectations of him.

Standing on the ship's railing, Leon gazed at the undulating sea in the cold wind, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him.

He gave a bitter laugh, a laugh tinged with bitterness.

In any case, he didn't want to let his brother down.