Chapter 83 - The Stroll in the city!

Seeing the same condition, I felt somewhat real, as this world mostly seemed like a fairy tale, but seeing this thing, I was now sure that this world is also real and every person in this world is also real, so mostly I was feeling satisfied, but the world's logic was still the same: 'the survival of the finest survivor.' I hoped that some place would defy this logic and let the weakest also survive. So seeing it, I felt a bit gloomy, so I thought about helping them, but I couldn't just help them in my original appearance, so I thought about picking up a disguise, but the issue was, which disguise should I use, like an elf or any other race? As it surely was quite a hassle, but I thought maybe an old man with a bearded appearance might suit the case, so I used my skill 'creator of all mighty' and created a disguise of an old man. Surely this skill was more like a cheat skill for me, as I could do anything with it, so I created a pretty compatible disguise and wore it. The moment I wore it, I felt that my aura had started to change into a common aura, so surely it was a sign that the disguise itself has its own soul and efficiency. So I quickly sneaked to the side of the first person, who was living with his parents. I moved to his side; seeing him sob, I felt a strange kind of familiarity, as when after passing the school, when I was looking for a job and unable to find one, surely I was also treated the same way. At first they had that strict and strangely toxic environment in the house, where everyone was perfect except for me, like my brother, mother, and father. All were just finding me as the only stain on the entire bloodline, as my brother was surely a pretty bright guy and had everything in his life: good academics, a good career, a good social life, and a good love life. He was more like a perfect son, a perfect person; meanwhile, I was just a passerby for the entire family, the worst son, the worst brother. Everyone just used it to show how worthless and crappy I was. No matter how hard I tried, I didn't get anything—no academics, no physical conditions, no social life, and no career. And then after 2 years of struggle, I got that job at the Black company. Every day was just worse, and seeing him struggle like this, I got a glimpse of my old self and a reminder that job didn't give me what I was seeking. I had multiple plans for myself after getting a job, but all got dissolved after getting the job. Nothing seemed interesting, and looking at this guy, I was feeling the same feeling. So I sat near him; seeing me sitting next to him, he started to wipe off his tears and started to look down in pure silence. Seeing him like this, I felt it was funny, so I giggled a bit and spoke, "Kid, you are not hiding anything. Seeing this old man and then wiping off your tears—well, that doesn't fit the attitude of young people. You know how young people are, like getting all worked up over minor mistakes and then sobbing after recalling their actions. Kid, don't worry; this old man won't judge you, ok? These old bones have seen multiple people crumble because of burdens, but the important point is to remember that it is okay to cry or to be weak, because you see, if you can't accept the pain, then you can't enjoy it, so enough with this old man's blabber. Tell me something about you. Why is a young man like you sobbing in such a wonderful elven nation like this?" Hearing my words, he looked at me with the same watery eyes, his nose running and a bit of anger and annoyance in his tone: "What do you even want, old man, and what do you even know about young people? Young people are nothing but a mask to hide the greed of every person around us. Do you know the so-called young people are not that simple as you described? Young people come in two categories: one is successful and strong, and the other one is weak, pathetic, and unsuccessful. Do you know the difference between these people? It is quite simple: a strong young man or woman is desired by everyone; they will have countless hands to support them and countless arms to lift them. But do you know what the other group has? Nothing but disgrace from their nation, from their friends, from their neighbors, from their lovers, and even from their parents and family. People like us aren't even considered to be of the same kind. When I used to earn money, my parents were like, "Oh, my best son, good boy, lovely son," but the moment I started to think about myself and had a harsh time, what I got was countless wishes from all my nearby people that I should have been long dead. Why am I being such a burden on everyone and on those parents who just find every excuse to ridicule me! Do you want to know what I want? I want a family, a loving wife, and a kid that could at least support me in my downfall." As he was speaking, a voice came, and that person with family issues came and sat with us and spoke: "Well, brother, sorry to break your imagination, but loving wife and kid is the same bullshit as parents; everybody just loves the giving hands, not the empty hands!" Hearing his words, we both looked at him as he sat with us on the floor, so seeing both the people in a single frame, I was feeling quite comforted and felt that surely now, I could think of helping them, but the problem was the thought that what could a struggler like me even think to do to help somebody, so it was the only thought that was crossing my heart."