Chapter 4 A Doubt

Phew...

Letting out a long breath, Ryan suddenly sat up.

It was as if he had emerged from the water. His entire body was soaked in sweat. If he took off his clothes and twisted them with force, the water would definitely wet the ground. This was not an exaggeration at all.

The yellow moonlight shone through the window and painted several grids on the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Ryan slowly relaxed his clenched fists.

In that seemingly realistic dream, when the knife was about to cut his throat, Ryan visualized the Heart Lamp. The golden flame rotated and penetrated the endless darkness. His consciousness was thrown into the golden flame, as if he was caught in the eye of the tornado.

After that, he woke up.

Why?

On Earth, he had cultivated countless times and had never encountered such a situation.

Ever since he mastered the breathing technique, he had not even had a dream. He would often close his eyes and open them until a night passed. It was very easy for him to have a deep sleep. Even if he rested for ten minutes, it was better than sleeping for a whole night as for some mentally weak people.

There would never be a nightmare.

Was that because the world was different?

For the time being, he could not find an answer.

Nightmare?

It did not seem to be a pure dream!

Ryan subconsciously frowned.

Now, his nose still seemed to have the damp air of the alley after the rain. His hands still had the feeling of crawling on moss. At this moment, the goosebumps on his neck slowly dissipated.

At that time, if his throat was cut by that blade, the consequence would be unimaginable. His intuition told him that his consciousness would most likely be locked in that body, devoured by death, and then collapse.

Thanks to that golden flame!

What was that?

On Earth, in countless visualization, this flame had never appeared before.

Or was this related to the Book of Gold?

It was the Book of Gold that had somehow brought him into this world.

Everything was just a conjecture.

At this time, the bell of the church rang from the top of the mountain in the distance.

It was six o'clock at dawn.

Every morning at six o'clock, the church bell rang. It rang six times in a row, representing six o'clock. Then, it rang again every hour. At seven o'clock, seven times, eight times at eight o'clock, all the way until six o'clock in the evening.

To those poor people without a clock, the bell of this church was a timer.

On any other days, he would have gone out at this time to work on the 23rd of Albert Street.

It was a trading business association. The owner of the business association had two ships. Every year, he would travel south along the Star Sea, bringing along precious goods from afar. He also sent the specialties of the Franka Empire to other places. When Ryan was thirteen, he had been sent there as an apprentice.

Initially, he had just done some chores and gradually, he had been promoted to a clerk and had been responsible for standing in the store to receive guests.

Two months ago, he had been promoted to another level and started to work for the manager of the store who was in charge of the shop to learn how to keep accounts. The reason he could have achieve this was that he had always worked hard to improve and he was considered smart.

After a full year of working as an apprentice, he could get salary.

When he had got his salary, he had not spend it recklessly like the others, but had spent all of it on self improvement. He had spent a large sum of money on the night school, keeping on learning financial knowledge.

In Lil' Ryan's heart, he had always had a dream, and that was to become the manager of the Business Association.

In his opinion, this was the only chance to change his fate.

Today was his holiday.

Every month, the staff had a day off, when they had no salary. In the past, Ryan had not rest when it was time to rest. After all, if he had not gone to work, he had not known where to go and there was no salary. It was not worthwhile.

Today, was an exception.

This day was the memorial day of Ryan's mother. Every year, on this day, he would rest and buy a bunch of flowers at the flower shop. Then he would go to his uncle's house and visit his mother at the cemetery behind the Holy Roland Church in that block.

He did not want to change.

Since he had the young Ryan's memories, he had inherited his karma.

Lanceton and many cities of the Franka Empire were the same. There were many churches in the city. Basically, every community had a church. It was either big or small. It was called a parish. The priest who presided over the church were called the priest of the hall.

The Noya Continent that Franka Empire was in only believed in one God, the Heavenly Father, the only Holy Light in the world.

That was the only salvation!

For the sake of his mother, Ryan had to send five Louis to the church every year. If not...

Faith is faith, survival is survival.

Since there was no need to go out so early, Ryan began to exercise.

On Earth, he maintained an extremely strong training intensity. Every day, he had to spend a few hours on cultivation. In addition to breathing exercises during the night, there were also all kinds of combat and gun training.

At that time, he was good at all kinds of fighting techniques, proficient in Chinese martial arts, Brazilian jiu-jitzu, Muay Thai, combining these together to form his own unique fighting style.

Without his powerful strength, it was impossible for him to reach the end and win over the Book of Gold.

Of course, he would not appear in this world.

Sit-ups, push-ups...

These were the most basic body training methods, which did not require much for the field illusion, it was suitable for Ryan currently.

However, Ryan did not train for long.

Right now, this body was too weak. After sitting up and down for less than fifty times, it became weak. After more than twenty of them, he was drenched in sweat. It was difficult to continue.

Young Ryan had two meals a day. The energy needed to maintain his body movement was enough. Like most of the teenagers in the slums, he was malnourished.

Before there was enough nutrition, physical training that was almost self-torture was not advisable.

Ryan did not continue.

This morning exercise temporarily ended. Body training needed to be done at a constant pace. He couldn't rush to do so. Sometimes, haste makes waste.

After resting for a while, he was ready to go out.

When he went out, there was no one in the corridor and most of the doors were closed.

At this time, it was neither early nor late.

The workers who went to the port to stock up had already left at four in the morning. The people working in the nearby factories would only get up around seven in the morning. At this time, no one was fighting with Ryan over the washroom. At the peak of the month, people who went to the washroom at the end of the corridor would have to wait in line for more than ten minutes. If they were unlucky, they would have to queue up for more than half an hour. It was not surprising.

After washing up, he returned to his room.

Ryan adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror.

It was a gray suit that had already been washed for so many times that it had turned white and faded. The half-worn hat was pressing down his hair neatly. His eyes were no longer as timid as before, but they were a little more gloomy. His pupils were dark like deep wells, and there seemed to be many stories flowing inside...

This was him!

A seventeen-year-old boy!

A new life, a new journey.