Berserk: The Prophet

The children were still resentful because they hadn't gotten any meat that day, and coupled with their deep hatred for Qiu Daren, they pressed closer and closer to Green, seemingly having forgotten the beating they had suffered under the influence of this emotion.

After all... there are so many of them.

Even when faced with so many people pressing him, Green showed no fear and never retreated a step, even as the children roared and pounced on him like wild beasts.

"Go to hell!! Judas!"

The cell was instantly filled with the shouts of children, their fists and nails becoming their weapons, employing all sorts of street and alley techniques. Although the attacks were chaotic, they were full of power.

"Kill him! Kill him!" The children in the surrounding cells shouted angrily as soon as they saw the excitement, even though in the darkness they couldn't see which one of the cages opposite or next to theirs was Judas.

However, it was clear that Green, as the man they regarded as a master, became the focus of everyone's anger in these cages.

"Drink up!!" Green roared furiously, swinging his fists and unleashing a furious barrage of punches in the prison cell, like a lion surrounded by a pack of wild dogs. Each heavy blow landed precisely on his opponent, striking the liver in the abdomen and the temple and nose in the head.

Even so, the fight in the confined space left Green's upper body clothes in pieces and rags. The scars and well-defined muscles on his body shouldn't have appeared at such a young age, and the scars left by Cardi were shocking.

He might get bumped against the wall by some kid who's putting in all his effort, but he'll soon pay the price. A strong arm can break that reckless guy's ribs with just one elbow.

The children's brutal free-fighting match lasted only twenty minutes before it ended.

Each of Green's heavy blows ensured that his opponent was rendered unable to fight back and could only lie on the ground howling in pain.

"Tui~" Green spat out the two baby teeth he had knocked out in the melee and wiped the blood from his nose. Now only the burly kid who had led the fight was left, having made a fool of himself by taking advantage of his numbers in the melee.

“...Monster.” Fear flickered in the boy’s eyes. He clutched his broken right rib and backed away step by step until his back was against the wall.

Green slowly approached him, his eyes cold, past memories echoing vividly in his mind.

Monsters... are harbingers of misfortune...

"You...you stay away!" the boy said, trembling.

Green stopped and stared at him coldly.

“I’m not a monster,” Green’s voice was deep and powerful, “I’m just stronger than you!”

After saying that, Green turned around, picked up his tattered clothes from the ground, and sat back down to bandage his bleeding scratches. His still-young body appeared much larger than those of his peers in the cage, and his spirit and courage fully demonstrated his strength.

The day after the conflict, Green got his bowl of soup as he wanted, and no one even dared to come forward to fight for the food.

Green took the soup and broke off half a piece of black bread before leaving. It took the children a while to dare to come forward and start scrambling for the food again.

"...Wake up and have some water." Green handed the soup to Hanks, who was extremely weak and could faint at any moment.

Hanks, still groggy, drank some soup and regained some strength. He looked at Green gratefully.

"Thank you, Green."

Green nodded slightly. "You're welcome. We're friends."

Hanks smiled wryly. "Friends? There are no real friends here."

Green said firmly, "I can be your friend."

Hanks was stunned. He hadn't expected Green to say that. In this cruel prison, friendship was so precious.

Green looked at Hanks, "We can become strong together and leave this place."

Hanks looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Really? Is it possible?"

Green nodded vigorously, "It definitely can!"

For a moment, Hanks felt himself inspired by the steadfastness and conviction emanating from Green. "Hmm."

The soup was quickly devoured, and half a piece of black bread was enough to keep the two of them alive.

Green always thought that as long as he could get through this difficult time and survive, he would be selected as a reserve for the "Shadow Hands". Unfortunately, reality is always so cruel, and he underestimated the methods of these people.

By the end of the first week, many children had died from hunger or cold, as well as... from wound infections caused by the harsh conditions.

Madwood looked at the child in the cage with a hint of approval, not surprised that Green was still alive. It would be truly pathetic if someone so well-nourished and strong couldn't survive.

Besides Green and Hanks, there were eight other people in the small cell. Green had already drawn on the wall in the dark ten times, which meant they had brought food ten times.

Thanks to his absolute control over the distribution of food, Hanks is much better off, barely managing to avoid starvation. The children in the cages are still frequently in a state of extreme hunger; their weak bodies are visibly emaciated, and even their muscles have shrunk. If they continue to starve, the outline of their ribs will be clearly visible when they breathe.

When the food was finally distributed, they found that all they had to eat today was vegetable soup and a piece of raw, smelly fish that hadn't been processed.

Fighting back nausea, Green divided the raw fish into nine portions. Although everyone was starving, no one fought over it. Green noticed one child hadn't touched it, so he went over, gently patted the child's shoulder, and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

The child looked up at Green with empty eyes and said in a trembling voice, "I miss my mother..." Green felt a pang of sadness. He remembered what had happened to him and comforted him, "Eat, we'll get out of here." The child gritted his teeth and took the fish.

After finishing his meal, Green silently walked to the wall and continued carving a mark with the stone. He didn't know how long this would last, but they had to get out of here alive.

Mom... I really envy that you still have someone to miss at times like this. Green misses Sis a little... those days in swaddling clothes, short and peaceful, filled with nursery rhymes and soft, gentle humming.

With tears in his eyes, Green forced himself to swallow the stench emanating from the raw fish.

"...Why are you crying?" Hanks seemed to have been very sensitive to the emotions of those around him since childhood. He noticed a tear sliding down Green's face.

"...It's nothing, this meat is just too awful."