From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Chapter 357 Media Day

As they walked, Ty, curious and perhaps seeking to understand the dynamics of this world better, inquired, "So why do so many people hate you? The Waddle guy was ready to put a piece of wood in your head."

Rusuf, caught slightly off-guard by the directness, responded with a mix of humor and seriousness. "Straight to the heavy questions, huh? You know, you're the one who's going to be answering questions to the media right?"

"I'm sure, by now, you've realized the kingdom doesn't hold the iron grasp on the world it believes it does. Though, I'm not convinced a rule enforced by combat is sustainable. Nonetheless, I serve the kingdom, and my abilities are at its disposal, all in the hope of eventually finding some form of peace."

His words painted a picture of a man caught between duty and a deeper longing for harmony, a nuanced position in a world seemingly defined by conflict.

"But I want you to fill me in on everything. Help me understand your situation better," Rusuf urged, seeking clarity in a world muddied by shadows and half-truths.

Ty's response was tinged with a wry humor. "More inclined to believe me now that Erebos made his appearance, huh?"

"It's not that I never believed you," Rusuf admitted, his voice carrying a newfound respect mixed with a hint of humility. "It's just that I never imagined there existed a scale of power beyond my comprehension..."

Walking past shops, Ty and Rusuf drew the attention of a few kids. The children's eyes widened in recognition, their voices a mix of excitement and fear. "That's the Demon from the TV," they whispered, thinking they were unheard. Ty caught their words, a reminder of his notoriety.

Breaking the silence between them, Ty shared his thoughts with Rusuf. "Yeah, grasping the massive power difference and how to cross that bridge still escapes me," he admitted, his voice low. "I have to say, this place seems more lively, from the dirt roads to the wooden shops. It feels more alive than the kingdom did." Stay updated with empire

Before she could, she paused, a question forming as she noticed something odd. "Now that I think about it, why are your clothes filled with little holes? Are you getting into fights again?" her concern was palpable.

Rusuf responded with a casual dismissiveness, "Something like that, Aunt Ya-Mi. But please don't worry. Well, I'm not worried, so please don't worry either." His attempt to deflect concern was as evident as the affection in their banter.

Ty offered a warm smile in return. "Well, if you say so, but don't be afraid to talk about anything you have going on," Ya-Mi reassured Rusuf, her tone imbued with genuine concern.

Observing the exchange, Ty watched Rusuf stride toward the door, his attention shifting to his phone as he departed.

Turning his attention to Ya-Mi, Ty ventured, "I take it you're Ya-Mi? That's a lovely name," he complimented, attempting to bridge the gap between them.

Ya-Mi, however, did not reciprocate Ty's attempt at conversation. Instead, she retrieved what Ty presumed was a cigarette, her demeanor shifting. "Just because I'm nice to the boy doesn't mean I have to be nice to criminal scum like you," she declared, her voice icy.

Their interaction was abruptly interrupted by a man who burst into the room, urgency in his voice. "Ma'am, cameras are hot in 3 minutes, please get ready. Air time will be 10 minutes, then we will begin cycling in all the prisoners with 5-minute snippets!" he announced.

Ya-Mi nodded, her focus shifting towards the door from which the man had emerged. "Sounds good, boss," she responded, her tone professional and detached from the previous tension.

Then, turning back to Ty, Ya-Mi sized him up with a scrutinizing gaze. "So listen up, Demon, boy? You look a little young to be this all terrifying creature," she remarked, skepticism lacing her words.

Ty offered a brief reply, his voice tinged with a mixture of humor and resignation. "Well, I'm only 23ish, though I might have lost count at some point," he confessed, playing into the misunderstanding with a semblance of lightheartedness.