Twisted Dreams-Chapter 348 - 417: Little Peter
Huaqi, Yinodton State.
A man with a backpack and wearing a white T-shirt appeared in the border town of Yinodton State.
He was handsome, physically strong, exuding an air of an upper-class gentleman.
This man walked on the street, completely out of place with the messy street environment.
Like a noble swan fallen into a mundane duck’s pen.
Yinodton State had the worst law and order in Huaqi, and the towns at the edge of Yinodton were even more chaotic.
The beggars, prostitutes, and rude hooligans on the street told the story of this place’s poverty, backwardness, and barbarism.
He was called Jin, the actual leader of the God Creation Group, the spiritual leader of the Evolvers.
The changes happening in Kenny Prairie had caught the attention of the Defense Bureau and naturally Jin’s as well.
Jin suspected that Xia Country’s Spiritual Energy Revival would sooner or later surge in Huaqi, and that Kenny Prairie might be the source.
This town was on the path to Kenny Prairie.
Jin planned to find a place to rest, searching for a small hotel by the roadside.
At this moment, something bumped into Jin.
Jin turned his head to look and saw a little boy.
The little boy was filthy, about six or seven years old.
He wore oversized clothes, was skinny and had a sickly pallor on his face.
"Sorry, sir."
The little boy quickly bowed his head in apology, then ran off quickly. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Jin felt his pocket, looking up at the departing figure of the little boy.
His watch had been stolen.
Jin activated his Spiritual Power, locking onto the little boy, and started walking in the direction the boy fled.
Jin’s Spiritual Power investigated the boy, discovering he had a terminal illness, with cancer cells already spread throughout his stomach.
If it were an adult, this illness would mean only a month or two left.
The question arose.
At this moment, shouldn’t he be at home, quietly waiting to die under his parents’ care? Instead, why was he stealing? For what?
Harboring curiosity, Jin walked toward the boy’s location.
...
In a secluded standalone building in town.
The little boy knocked on the door in a rhythmic pattern, three long and four short.
Inside, a bearded man pushed open the door, stepped aside to let the boy in, then stuck his head out to look around before closing the door.
The boy moved familiarly to the basement.
Inside the basement, the dim light was sustained by a few flickering candles.
Dozens of people knelt on the floor.
There were both men and women, young and old, all with one thing in common.
They all had sickly complexions, weak and emaciated bodies.
These were all severely ill patients.
The crowd, dressed in white robes, devoutly worshiped an elder with a white beard on a platform.
The little boy quickly entered, placing the stolen watch into the honor box at the front, then kneeling with hands clasped, he said:
"Great Attendant of the God of Light, please grant me the miraculous drug to the light."
The white-bearded elder glanced at the watch in the honor box, his old face revealing greed, surprise, and delight.
This watch was a high-end brand, worth a fortune!
Who knows which fat fish Little Peter caught it from.
The white-bearded elder subdued his expression, solemnly stating:
"Little Peter indeed is a devout Believer of the God of Light!
For your performance, you deserve a reward of equivalent value."
The white-bearded elder gave a look to a Believer nearby.
The Believer handed a pill to Little Peter with both hands.
Amidst the envious gazes of others, Little Peter excitedly accepted the pill, repeatedly saying:
"Thank the God of Light for the blessing, thank the Light God’s Messenger for the generosity!"
This elder claimed to be the Light God’s Messenger.
He claimed that as long as one devoutly worships the God of Light and acquires wealth for the God of Light, one would receive the blessing of the God of Light, able to heal ailments.
These people present were all poor folks unable to afford medical treatment or beyond hope of recovery.
They would donate money to the God of Light.
If they had no money, they would rob, steal.
Those women, lacking the strength of men to commit theft or robbery, would sell themselves.
Among envious looks, Little Peter excitedly and shakily accepted the pill.
This pill was indeed powerful, each intake would make one not feel pain, and even feel euphoric.
The white-bearded elder glanced at the Believers, snorted coldly:
"Little Peter shows such devotion to the God of Light, clearly showing the steadfastness of faith!
Look at yourselves, do you even resemble Believers?
Especially you, Elizabeth!
For so long, have you ever donated anything!?"
The white-bearded elder looked coldly at a fair-looking woman.
The woman, terrified, bowed to the ground:
"Please forgive me, Messenger!"
The white-bearded elder said:
"Fine, considering you still have some faith in the God of Light, according to the divine will, I’ll examine your body and grant you Divine Medicine based on your performance!"
The woman’s face turned red, pursed her lips, and softly said:
"Yes."
The white-bearded elder suddenly shouted angrily:
"What are you muttering?!"
The woman, once again terrified, raised her voice:
"I’m willing to let the lord examine my filthy body!"
The white-bearded elder, satisfied, said:
"Good, come with me to the room."
The white-bearded elder stood up, took another look at Little Peter, growing more certain of the boy’s potential, saying:
"I permit you to stay in the chapel tonight."
Little Peter’s expression brightened.
Stay in the chapel?
Stay closest to the God of Light?
That’s wonderful!
Little Peter, led by a Believer, went upstairs and entered a room.
This room was just like a typical hotel room, but it thrilled Little Peter for a long time.
Not to mention it’s the closest place to the God of Light, this simple and clean room was heavenly to Little Peter.
He had no home himself, typically living under a bridge.
...
Inside the room, Little Peter sat on the bed, the mattress’s softness was a comfort he had never imagined.
"Grr..."
Little Peter’s stomach growled.
He quickly took out the Divine Medicine, muttering:
"Once I eat it, I won’t be hungry, and it won’t hurt."
Little Peter consumed the Divine Medicine.
The blockage, acid, spasms in his stomach, various pains disappeared in a minute.
Little Peter smiled.
This Divine Medicine was as miraculous as always!
Suddenly, Little Peter’s face turned livid, and his nose began to bleed.
He touched his nose, incredulous while looking at the blood on his palm.
"How could this be... I’ve already taken the medicine, why am I still bleeding?"
Little Peter didn’t feel well.
Though not in pain, he felt dizzy, weak, had difficulty breathing, feeling he was going to die.
With great effort, Little Peter crawled onto the bed, using his last bit of strength to neatly cover himself with the blanket.
He wanted to experience lying comfortably in a bed before his death, just like other children.
Even though he felt awful, Little Peter still uttered:
"So comfortable, so sleepy."
This line was from TV, a line of an ordinary child lying in bed after a day of playing.
"So nice, it’s so clean here, so bright, the blanket so soft."
This line wasn’t from TV; it was from his heart.
Suddenly, Little Peter remembered something, pulled out a crumpled photo from his pocket, and muttered:
"Goodbye, mom and dad..."
His parents lived far away, and after finding out he had gastric cancer, they left him at the hospital.
Relying on sheer willpower, he lived a few more months, then was brought to this town by the God of Light’s Messenger.
Even knowing he was abandoned, he still wished for his parents.
After speaking, Little Peter closed his eyes.
At this moment, he heard someone speak.
A very warm, trustworthy voice.
"Bradycardia, premature ventricular contractions, ventricular tachycardia, ventricular fibrillation, and inadequate myocardial contraction.
Have you taken a prohibited hallucinogenic drug?
Your body was already unwell, and after taking addictive stuff, your vitality is greatly diminished.
Then, let me help you, little guy who stole my pocket watch."
