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?

train requires an ID. Which kidnapper would abandon

did that guy say

the “guard’s”

service staff or security

was unfamiliar, unlike any that Noland Lee knew, yet he

deep breath, had he

person who had

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

person speaking was sitting on Noland Lee’s left, next to

another man’s voice came from Noland’s right

seems to be waking up. Was the drug

worry about him. He won’t wake up anytime soon. He must be dreaming. I poured all the sleeping powder I brought secretly into his water glass.

off the train and die than go to that ghost place…

voices on either

Lee heard their heavy breathing and

step the approaching guard took, the wooden floor let out a grating noise that made one’s ears

so he forced himself to

can

and it was a soul-based

two people who wanted to jump

weakness, the inability to open his eyes, were all

two people who were conspiring apparently drugged someone else on the same train because

could only feel

these two failed to

Lee Jarvis, lift your

Noland Lee’s row of seats, lifting his chin with

you hear me? Lift

finally peering through a hazy slit to see the scene in front of

wooden carriage with a cracked surface and heavily peeling dark

hung from the ceiling, swaying left and right

dim light barely illuminated the

pleasant-looking. Scruffy beard, yellowish whites of the eyes, a cigarette with glowing embers in his mouth, and

did this guy

Sin Soldier…

Lee’s heart sank; this was not a good title. The body

Jarvis,

eyelids open and examined his eyes under

to the light, and

wrong with Sin Soldier

the

of his mouth! It looks like he’s been

clatter…” Several footsteps approached from afar as multiple guards hurried from the distant

from both sides of Noland Lee suddenly grew several

simultaneously let

“Now!”

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