Chapter 47

[Thronovaldera]

Panting could be heard alongside rapid footsteps as the shoes of a male runner crunched the leaves that had fallen from trees along the empty street.

“Get back here, you thieving brat!” The voice of an old man, barely in his 50s, echoed through the street.

“People like you deserve to be burnt alive, demon!” he shouted again, hot on the boy’s tail, but the boy was definitely faster.

He had a natural athletic build and was wearing sneakers that would aid his running. Did he plan to be chased today?

That was a question he couldn’t answer, but of course, having to steal food from a violent grocery seller should come with its perks.

The 18-year-old jumped over a fence leading to a house, and before the man could catch up, he had reached the backyard, jumped over the high fence, and landed on a whole new street.

“Useless bastard! I bet your mother was relieved when she gave you up!” the man yelled in anger, unable to get over the f