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?

ticket for a green-skin train requires an ID. Which kidnapper would

what did that guy

“guard’s” patrol route

be a service staff

was unfamiliar, unlike any that Noland Lee knew,

took a deep breath,

ready to act,” the person who had spoken earlier whispered

When he passes us, trip him up, and I’ll break the window. Be quick, or we’ll

was sitting on Noland Lee’s left, next

man’s voice came from

kid’s eyes are moving. He seems to be waking up. Was the drug you gave him

the sleeping powder I brought secretly into his water glass.

to go can go. We brothers won’t. I’d rather jump off the train and die

either side fell

breathing and the

wooden floor let out a grating noise that made one’s

Lee, so he forced himself to

can confirm now

must have time-traveled, and it was a soul-based

right between two people who wanted

the inability to open his eyes, were all caused by

people who were conspiring apparently drugged someone else on the same train because they didn’t want to go to

feel a wave

do now? If these two failed to escape, would

Noland Lee

Noland Lee’s row of seats, lifting his

you hear me?

as he struggled to lift his eyelids, finally peering through a hazy slit to see the scene in

carriage with a cracked surface

hung from the ceiling, swaying left and right as the carriage

light barely illuminated the guard’s

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

did this guy

Sin Soldier…

good title. The

Soldier Noland Lee Jarvis, open your eyes and

open and

to the light, and contracting very

There’s something wrong with Sin Soldier

guard shouted towards the front

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

footsteps approached from afar

sides of Noland

escapees simultaneously let out a

“Now!”

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