Mel took his tired body out of the rubbish piles as the early morning lights fell over the gardens covered with the energy field. It was time for the staff to bring in the new garbage. This also meant that he had to stop training and have some rest.
His situation was the same as last night almost crawling forward as if he had been beaten by dozens of people. When the sound of the wheels of the big wagons began to be heard easily, despite his legs saying enough, it got a little faster.
"All my body is aching except for my arms. And even for my arms, only the parts up to the elbow are fine. What a weak body I would have if I didn't have my grandfather's legacy!"
Mel was talking to himself on the place he was lying flat. The workers waiting to drop the wastes from large wagons were not even aware of him. How would they be aware? Carrying garbage for an hour each morning was their biggest punishment, and they could not imagine that someone could come to the place of their own accord.
