Beggar Cultivation System

The Ivory Scorpion roared at the sky, blood oozing from its body, but the fire to fight didn't die. It wildly swung its tail around, crashing it into the ground and raising a dust cloud.

Then, its cold eyes landed on the small human before it slowly walked toward Don.

Seeing this, Don gulped. "I guess it's fate. This is going to be the place I'm going to die."

As he was about to accept his fate, the Water-Attributed Falcon, still perched on his right shoulder all this time, started cawing loudly, even pecking the side of his temple.

"What are you doing?!" Don frowned. "Stop it!"

But Bluetooth didn't stop, his voice becoming even higher and louder.

"Stop! Just fly away!" Don couldn't let his monster pet die. "Just tell the Master I did my best!"

Bluetooth shook its head. Then, as it noticed the monster raising its stinger to attack them, an idea came to his mind.

The blue bird began gathering the surrounding Qi using the Simple Breathing Technique, but instead of using it to enter its body, Bluetooth changed its course, covering the small human instead.

"What are you do—" Suddenly, Don felt the restraint on his body slowly disappearing. His eyes flickered as realization dawned on him. "You're a genius, Bluetooth!"

With this realization, Don didn't waste any more time, as the monster was already a meter away from him!

He began gathering Qi and utilizing it by circulating it inside his body. It was a simple circulation that followed the path of the Simple Breathing Technique, but the poison inside his body disappeared the moment the Qi touched it.

So it's this simple, Don thought as a smile came back to his face. The Ivory Scorpion was now right in front of him, its mouth wide open, revealing its razor-sharp teeth.

Now free from the restraint of the poison, Don jumped high, his fist pulled to the limit. Then, using gravity to his advantage, he slammed his fist into the scorpion's back! The sound of shells breaking reverberated, followed by the monster's body crashing into the ground.

A crater formed, the Ivory Scorpion lying in it with blood oozing from every precipice.

"I've done it," Don muttered as he landed, his chest heaving up and down heavily. "I've killed them."

He looked around and saw the dead bodies surrounding him.

"I have strength," Don whispered as he clenched his fist.

The sun setting on the horizon added an orange glow to the scene, making Don Blanc emotional. Although he had killed the monsters and excitement still pumped through his blood, for some reason, he felt regret.

No, not for some reason—there was really one.

Don recalled the death of the people he cared about back in the settlement, the kids he always played with getting beaten until some of them ended up dead. The smiles on their faces disappeared, replaced by horror and the fear of death.

Their shouts echoed, begging for mercy, pleading to be spared, but the Silver-Armored Guards were worse than the monsters he had killed.

They were worse.

If I had this strength back then… Maybe I would have stood a chance of saving them. Don lowered his head, and tears began falling onto the sand.

Bluetooth, who was perched on the kid's shoulder, noticed the small human's sudden change in behavior. It tilted its head, unable to understand why the small human was crying.

Shaking its head, the Water-Attributed Falcon flew up before changing back to its original size.

Bluetooth let out a shriek, waking Don from his sadness.

"It's getting darker," Don said, wiping the side of his eyes. "Let's go."

He then jumped onto the blue falcon's back, and with a flap of its wings, they flew into the sky.

Don looked at the Ivory Scorpions he had killed one last time before focusing his eyes on the setting sun. But as he was lost in melancholy, he heard the falcon let out a shriek.

"What's wrong?"

Bluetooth nodded toward the ground, and even Don could see how serious the falcon looked.

Curious, Don stared at what the bird was pointing at, and what he saw caused his blood to turn cold.

"This… What's happening? There are too many!" Don's shocked voice was drowned out by the intense wind and the growling sounds coming from below.

…

"We need to find a place to rest," Apollo said, seeing the last ray of sunlight disappear into the horizon. He was standing on top of a small boulder, and behind him were his 'followers'—the people from SlumStreet he had saved.

Apollo jumped down from the rock before turning toward the people.

After walking for at least an hour, many of them were already tired, especially after experiencing the terror they had faced from the Silver-Armored Guards.

They had now arrived at what seemed to be trees made of sand and rock, though they could also be considered flat plateaus or mesas, with their tops expanded like umbrellas.

Apollo wondered how these 'sand tree mountains' had formed in this shape, as it was very unnatural. Well, most of the terrain in this desert was actually unnatural, just like every other landscape he had seen since coming to this world.

But that was not the important thing right now—the people following him were already exhausted, and they needed to rest in order to continue their journey.

"They also need to eat," Apollo muttered, seeing how weak they were. Clearing his throat, he shouted, "Everyone! We will rest for now, and once everyone regains enough strength, we will continue our journey to the city!"

Hearing this, the people let out a sigh of relief. They hurriedly found places to sit down and rest, while some went to look for wood to burn for a fire to keep them warm. Even though they were in a desert, once night fell, the temperature would drop.

Seeing them immediately moving with purpose without someone leading them surprised the beggar—he hadn't expected them to be so efficient.

"We've been doing this since the moment we left the city," Rachel's voice came from the side.

"You guys became one," Apollo said, smiling at the young girl beside him. He was much smaller than her, but the way he spoke was a stark contrast to his figure.

"I think so too, Master," Rachel said. She didn't need to know whether her Master was a kid or not—just the way he behaved and moved already suggested he was an old expert. A very strong one.

This made her appreciate more what her Master was doing for them.