Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 443 Everything is difficult at the beginning

Backlund time, 0:00 on Winter Ceremony Eve.

There are 20 hours left until the Outpost launch.

"Ding, welcome."

A colorless laser scanned Field's face, reading and recording his citizen information. With a chime, his check-in formalities were officially completed.

It was only at this moment that Field realized what a terrible person he was before he woke up.

Field Moretti, a roving psychopathic killer, possessed so many mental issues that they could be used to name a dish. After numerous pursuits, the Church of Evernight finally apprehended this sociopath. Unfortunately, after a series of extraordinary and psychiatric examinations, doctors and the Church determined that this psychopath was not capable of civil liability and could not be convicted, forcing him to be confined to a mental institution for rigorous treatment.

If such a person were to stand before Field, Field would be the first to run away, not to mention looking at him straight in the eye. He would never dare to stay under the eyes of such a person for more than five seconds.

What's hard to believe is that the doctors at the Church of Night Hospital are so skilled that they used strong medication to cure serious illnesses. In just a few weeks, the patients were actually cured and could even be discharged directly from the hospital.

This is no longer a miracle cure!

This is clearly a rebirth and revitalization!

At least this was a good start, as he had managed to gain an identity. In today's Backlund, without a complete citizenship, it was simply impossible to move forward.

According to the archives, the perverted killer Field was born in Backlund and graduated from the Mural Department of the Loen Royal Academy of Art.

This major boasts the longest history of mural painting in all of Loen, rumored to date back to the Fourth Epoch, when veteran artisans painted religious murals for the gods. A few artisans survived the catastrophe at the end of the Fourth Epoch, passing down their legacy to become the forefathers of these muralists. When the Loen Royal Academy of Art was established in the Fifth Epoch, the principal painstakingly recruited these precious heirs from various churches to form this formidable flagship program.

Following Klein's plan, Field slept in the void for three hundred years. Three hundred years earlier, he had also graduated from the mural painting department of the Loen Royal Academy of Art, which was indeed a perfect fit for his field. Furthermore, Field also had some hereditary mental health issues, which was a blessing in disguise.

But the style of the second half of the experience is a bit nonsensical.

Since graduating from the mural painting department, the mind and personality of the perverted killer Field have gradually begun to collapse. He slowly immersed himself in his bloody and twisted art, and finally degenerated into a perverted killer, keen on pretending to be people with different appearances and personalities, wandering in the Backlund dungeon like a ghost.

What a bad luck!

Heaven and earth can bear witness to this! Not to mention being a pervert, even if he were asked to kill someone, the real Field would be trembling with fear and mentally preparing for a long time. If he were asked to massacre a cult den, he would be so disgusted that he couldn't eat for three days.

Field never thought that a coward like himself, who was timid and fearful, would one day be associated with a psychopathic killer.

I've been a model student since I was little! A good citizen!

But Field has no say in this matter. The dirty water has already marinated him and there is no way to wash him clean.

People still have to look forward, at least I am still a free person now.

While I still have some start-up capital in my pocket, I quickly find a place to live and a job, settle down, and live a good life.

Come here.

But that's where the problem arises.

Although Field has regained his freedom, his criminal record and history of mental illness can stop a child from crying in the middle of the night, and he was initially rejected by various apartment buildings for rent or sale.

After wandering around for several hours, Field finally arrived at the apartment where he was now.

Rachel's Apartment is located in a neighborhood with a relatively high crime rate. It is a self-service apartment with no entry requirements. No criminal record is screened. All you need to move in is a normal Loen citizen and the ability to pay a deposit.

This is the lowest end of the "safe" apartment spectrum, where many working-class families choose to buy or rent. Below that are apartments where no one's name is recorded and citizenship verification is not required. These apartments are often the bases for criminals and the underworld, and are the preferred destination for undocumented immigrants and illegal immigrants.

Some desperate people will sell their personal information on the black market. Through hacking, another person will impersonate the seller and take over his or her entire life. The seller will then become an unknown person, wandering around in this unidentified apartment.

Thankfully, at least I still have citizenship, so I won't have to resort to playing real-life GTA in dangerous areas. At least I still have a secure apartment.

Although the security is all managed by AI, it is at least better than nothing.

So far, this living condition is still decent.

Field kept comforting himself.

Walking into the corridor of the apartment, the walls around showed ancient textures, and were covered with layer upon layer of strange graffiti. I didn't know whether the camera in the corner was really working, or whether the person who set up the AI ​​didn't want to care about these little kids who scribbled on it.

The lines are good, but the composition and colors are a bit messy.

Unable to resist the onset of his occupational disease, Field made an internal assessment.

The dark corridor led to the dark elevator. The elevator seemed to be particularly busy today, and no matter how hard he waited, it would not come. Field had no choice but to give up the elevator and go up the stairs instead.

In reality, the internal traffic flow of the apartment was as complex as a maze. Even taking the elevator just now, it was difficult to reach Field's room directly; you had to walk a distance and then take another ride. It was only the eleventh floor, so it was easy to walk.

Rachel Apartments resembles a small, vertically developed village, its own ecosystem, akin to a complete urban village. Fielder can find everything he needs for daily life, including shopping malls, markets, restaurants, and hair salons, all without leaving the building.

Of course, like all urban villages, Field is sure that there are many gray industries here. You might encounter illegal brothels, illegal casinos, loan sharks, and gangs around the corner.

Just as Field was thinking, he passed by an apartment with a closed door, and some unpleasant sounds came into his sensitive ears.

Uh... okay, maybe the casinos here are legal, but brothels are considered illegal activities in the Kingdom of Loen.

If the Constitution had not been amended in the past three hundred years.

"Oh! I knew it, you're such a badass!"

The fire extinguisher next to him couldn't help but complain to Field.

"I'm telling you, if you have nothing to do, don't just stand there and think about it. You're giving me a headache."

What else can I do? I'm a silent chatterbox. If you don't want to listen, just stop standing on the wall of the apartment and stay away from me.

Field glanced at the fire extinguisher and thought to himself.

Of course, if you still keep nagging me like this, I'll tell you, if you make me angry -

I could only walk away in frustration.

Two men and a woman walked down the stairs. They were wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup as they walked into the aisle. Suddenly, they saw a strange man standing in front of the next door with an expressionless face, staring at the expired fire extinguisher at the door with strange eyes.

Three people walked over, no one dared to speak, no one dared to ask, and finally walked around behind Field, opened the door and entered the room with decadent music.

Damn, I met a psychopath!

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