Marmeladov always resorted to this despicable method, a disguised form of begging.
Once or twice, it was fine.
Over time, the neighbors grew tired of it and their hearts grew cold.
Every household closed their doors and windows, hardened their hearts, and ignored Sonia's cries.
If no kindhearted people intervened, the mad drunkard might beat his daughter to death.
Sonia seemed to understand this, and for the first time in her life, she rebelled against her fate.
Before she was beaten to death, she used all her strength to push her drunken father away and ran barefoot through the snow.
Passing a tavern, she stumbled, covered in mud and snow, looking like a stray dog.
Ellen's parents felt so sorry for her that they couldn't bear it.
They opened the door, pulled Sonia in, and took the little girl in.
Sonia's intimidating appearance made her unsuitable for a waitress, so she worked in the kitchen.
She was clever and diligent.
From then on, her alcoholic father would often make trouble in the tavern. When he had no money to buy drinks, he would claim his daughter's wages as payment.
Sonia felt this couldn't go on, so she resigned from her job as a cook.
This spring, Sonia's alcoholic father finally died.
The orphan, left alone and helpless, was kicked out by the landlord.
After that, Allen didn't see Sonia for a long time.
He had no idea how this poor little girl survived.
He was still a little surprised when he saw Sonia sitting at the ticket booth at the circus that day.
Sonia was also surprised to see him, and thoughtfully reminded him to go home early to avoid worrying his parents and sister.
At the time, Allen just thought Sonia was nagging and didn't take her words seriously.
Looking back now, it suddenly occurred to him that Sonia seemed to be hinting at something...
Three teenagers ate a drug-laced lollipop.
Why was Allen the only one who managed to run home after the drug took effect? He used to think it was just luck or a good constitution.
However, recalling Sonia's subtle expression at that moment...
Alan couldn't help but make a bold guess:
Sonia had actually known about the circus's problems long ago.
She also knew the lollipop she gave Allen was laced with drugs.
Given her humble status, she dared not, and could not, openly warn Allen of his predicament.
After realizing her hints were ineffective, her only way to save the neighbor boy was to give him a lollipop with a lower drug content.
Only in this case, with Allen's poisoning not being too severe, could he have made it home before passing out.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was true!
Alan couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions.
He felt a sense of gratitude towards the scrawny little girl.
It was a shame I probably wouldn't have the chance to see her again, let alone repay her kindness.
"Alan! Kelly said you took the blood test and came back with an average level of qualification. Not bad! You're truly my good son!"
Mrs. Panthers's chubby cheeks beamed with joy.
She took the empty plate her son handed her and filled it with another plate of fragrant tomato beef risotto, her eyes filled with love as she looked at him.
"Eat more, Allen! You're growing up now, don't go hungry!"
"Mom! Allen eats enough already. Aren't you afraid he'll grow up fat?" Kelly said grumpily.
"What's wrong with gaining a little weight?" Mom said with a nonchalant smile. "Our family is full of fat people!"
"Your dad, grandpa, and grandpa are all handsome, fat men!"
Your grandma was also a tall, strong, plump woman. Like me, she works faster than any man!"
"Haha..." Kelly sneered disapprovingly.
"Mom is right. Women in the Panthers family have an inherited gene for gaining weight." "
Ellen deliberately provoked her sister.
"Kelly, stop struggling!"
"Just accept your fate and become a fat girl!"
"That's the fate of the ogre bloodline!"
"Bah! What's so proud of having ogre bloodline?"
Kelly couldn't stand it any longer. She reached over and pinched her brother's cheek vigorously.
"You little brat! Sooner or later, you'll become a greedy, fat man! Maybe even a violent maniac! Just wait and see!"
Seeing her daughter push her plate away, Mrs. Panthers shouted, "Kelly! You haven't finished your dinner yet!"
"I'm already full of anger. Give the rest to Ellen!" "
Watching his sister go upstairs without looking back, Allen rubbed his belly and guiltlessly brought his sister's remaining half of the stew over to him. He gulped it down and cleaned it up.
He had already eaten three portions of rice, and although he still didn't feel full, it would be inappropriate to eat more.
It would inevitably cause his mother to worry, worried that he had eaten too much and was suffering from indigestion.
Putting on a very supportive look, Allen climbed the stairs and returned to his own room. He locked the door, sat at his desk, and opened the potion gifted by the principal.
The sorcerer's legacy is unwritten, relying entirely on bloodline markings.
Therefore, the meditation methods practiced by sorcerers aren't written in books, but rather exist in the form of potions.
Taking them, or injecting them directly, has a certain chance of awakening the corresponding technique or even magic.
After injecting the needle, Allen closed his eyes and pondered.
Soon, many wonderful ideas emerged from his mind.
These ideas came in a disjointed and somewhat chaotic manner.
Alan had to sort them out, categorize them, and organize them into a logically coherent practice method.
How should I put it?
It felt like sorting through a large amount of relevant literature on a scientific research topic and compiling a comprehensive article from it.
Even if it was the apprentice-level "Atavistic Meditation Method," it would take a long time to fully understand it. It's not that easy.
That's why the principal repeatedly reminded me not to practice blindly if I'm unsure, and to always ask her for advice.
But things are different now.
With the soul of a time traveler, the experience accumulated from reading vast amounts of literature during his previous life's studies and research, and the added bonus of 18 points of spiritual support, Allen spent an hour diligently pondering and finally gained a preliminary understanding of this secret technique.
"We can begin now." "
Alan closed his eyes.
Following the instructions, he calmed his mind.
Entered a meditative state of oblivion.
In the darkness, he seemed to see a vast galaxy.
Countless stars swirled before his eyes.
This galaxy, formed by the gathering of spirits, belonged to the world of the dead.
It sealed the memories of the dead.
This long river of memory was divided into countless branches according to the bloodline.
The key to opening a branch was the corresponding bloodline.
This method of practice was not... It reminded Allen of a classic game from his past life, Assassin's Creed...
Countless stars, some brighter and some dimmer, correspond to the memories of deceased individuals closely related to Allen's bloodline.
These are the so-called "ancestral spirits."
Ancestor spirits may not always leave descendants, but they will definitely leave behind souls.
Even if they die shortly after birth, their souls will enter the bloodline galaxy, becoming a resource for cultivation for distant relatives in later generations.
These short-lived beings have dim stars corresponding to them, and their power is usually weaker.
The brighter stars represent Ancestral spirits with more memories typically live longer.
They have accumulated more survival experience and are therefore more powerful.
Unfortunately, the apprentice-level meditation method Allen practiced did not allow him to choose his own ancestral spirit.
When he considered merging with an ancestral spirit,
A star randomly emerged from the bloodline galaxy and imprinted itself between his eyebrows.
Boom! !
The moment he merged with the ancestral spirit's memories, it was like a thunderclap exploding in his mind!
Alan felt dizzy.
When he regained consciousness, he discovered he had transformed into a newborn cub. To be more precise, it was a young ogre that hadn't been weaned yet.
Its skin was yellow and wrinkled.
It was completely hairless.
It lay in a cave covered with dirty straw.
A cold wind blew in from the cave entrance, making him shiver.
A snoring sound came from all around.
Alan strained his eyes and looked around.
Ogres are naturally gifted with darkvision.
In the dim cave, he could clearly see six other little guys on the straw, all young ogres.