Chapter 219

"Murphy! Darkholm!" A roar woke him from his sleep, "Sleeping on the job! Deducting bonuses! Lazy worm! Have you finished your reply?"

Pest Office, Murphy opened his eyes, in front of him was a mountain of letters.

Gnomes, Hinkypunks, Imps...

"Bang!" A meat mountain in the shape of a ball sat in front of him, thick lips spraying saliva, talking non-stop.

He saw his own reflection in the other's eyes.

Pale, thin, messy hair, heavy dark circles, a look of liver-bursting cultivation to kidney deficiency.

【Comparable to Alex...】

What am I doing here, why do I have to do this boring job?

Why do I have to listen to this ugly woman nagging?

He wanted to stand up.

Suddenly a heavy pressure surged up.

Don't you want your job? Don't you want to live? How to make money? Don't you pay the mortgage? What do parents say? What do relatives think? Are you going to the class reunion?

"It's hard to move an inch without money."

"Endure it, it will pass if you endure it."

"Everyone lived like this. It will be fine after a few years."

"Young man, it's normal to suffer a little."

"It's so hard to make money now, it's not bad to be able to make ends meet, don't know how to cherish."

"Do you have a house? Do you have a car? How many digits is your salary?"

"Sorry, I don't like men without motivation."

【Heh】

"Bang!" Murphy didn't know when he stood up, punched the meatball's face.

"Screw you!"

The sky didn't know when it turned dark, he arrived at the door of his house.

Pushing the door open, he saw a woman breastfeeding.

As soon as he entered the door, the child suddenly cried loudly.

"Close the door! What a cold wind!"

He hurriedly closed the door, "I brought food, there is what you want to eat..."

"Eat what food! The child has a fever, and you don't even look at it. You don't know what you are busy with all day, and you can't see a penny."

He leaned over and saw a red little face.

That appearance seemed a bit familiar.

【Tom?】

"I quit my job, just help you take care of the child these days..."

"What?!"

"Quit your job? Are you crazy? Such a good job, sitting in the office every day, blowing air conditioning and drinking tea, why did you quit?!"

"Didn't you say you were busy all day and couldn't see a penny?"

"Where are you going to make money after you quit? What else can you do? Go apologize to the leader and see if you can go back..."

"Impossible..."

"Murphy! You are crazy! Are we going to drink the northwest wind in the future! How will we live in the future!?"

"I will find a way, I will change jobs, let's face it together."

"Together? Murphy! Can you be more mature! Can you stop dreaming! What else can you do? Go move bricks? What do you use to support us?"

"Do you know how much milk powder costs a month? Do you know how much money the child needs for school? Do you know how expensive school district housing is?"

"Murphy, stop dreaming! Everyone is trading their dreams for money, everyone is selling their time, why can't you?"

"How noble is your self-esteem? How much is your ideal worth? Accept reality! You are just a commoner!"

"Admit it, Murphy! You are just a mediocre person! You are just a mortal! You will end up achieving nothing!"

"......"

【Do you want to admit defeat?】

"...... No."

Under the bridge, he huddled in a simple shack, whittling a wooden stick.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing?"

"Making a wand."

"Wand? Crutch, right?"

He stopped talking.

"Hey, why don't you talk?"

"Everyone look, this guy thinks he has magic."

"Yo, old man, perform a transformation for us."

"I want to see fire breathing."

"That's acrobatics, idiot."

"Hey, old man, I'm talking to you."

"This old man is a bit crazy, beat him!"

The shack was dismantled, he was stepped on by several teenagers, but he still held that wooden stick in his hand.

"Give it to me!"

Someone snatched the wooden stick.

"Still wand! Idiot!"

The wooden stick was snapped.

【Do you want to admit defeat?】

"Heh."

A hand pulled his hair, "Aren't you good at magic? Perform one!"

"Okay." He said, "You guys close your eyes first."

He picked up the small knife used to whittle the wooden stick.

One slash, across the throats of several people.

"This move is called Breath-Cutting Technique."

"This guy is a dark wizard!" A jailer threw down a plate of rotten food with a bang, "And killed someone, deserve to die in Azkaban."

"Are you a dark wizard?" In the cell, several strange black shadows looked over.

"No."

"Then are you a good person?"

"No."

"Then what are you?"

"I am Murphy."

"No, you are not Murphy..."

In the corner, a black shadow revealed its face, "I am. You are a fake, you disguised as me, you used my name, lived in my appearance, you are a thief, you are a robber..."

He walked toward that shadow and stabbed a knife into the other's heart.

"So what?" He asked.

"Why aren't you guilty? Don't you have a conscience?" The shadow struggled and wailed.

"Conscience? I'm not a good person."

"Murder!" Someone screamed.

Countless Dementors rushed up, he was pressed to the ground.

Dumbledore stood on the judgment seat, "Murphy Darkholm, do you plead guilty?"

【Ha!】

He stood up slowly, letting the Dementors suck air crazily, but still straightened his body.

"Plead guilty? I'm not a bad person."

"Most of the cells in your body have aged to varying degrees, the probability of cancer in your whole body has greatly increased, and you may suffer from cancer at any time."

"From the image, it should be a tumor, in this position, surgery can be done. Do you want to do it?"

"Surgery."

"There are two cysts in the lungs, the edges are irregular, the possibility of malignant tumor is relatively large, but surgery is very difficult here, radiotherapy."

"Okay."

"Colon tumor, needs to be removed, and then colostomy, you can only live with a bag in the future."

"Surgery."

"Stomach, need to cut some..."

"Lymphatic system tumor, only chemotherapy..."

"The dose will be very large this time, you may have systemic edema, hair loss, and your body will become very weak..."

"This time it's the esophagus, you can only eat liquid food in the future..."

"Pancreas..."

"Small intestine..."

"Liver..."

"Brain..."

On the hospital bed sat a person with systemic edema, covered with various equipment, and bandages everywhere on his body.

"My god," someone came to visit, "It's really pitiful..."

"Lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys... internal organs... there is no good place left in the whole body."

"Chemotherapy, radiotherapy, surgery, complications, infection... the body's immune system has been destroyed by more than half, relying on drugs to fill the holes, coughing, headache, difficulty breathing, fainting are all common occurrences..."

"So painful, why not..."

"Yes, why bother? Don't toss, go back and eat something good, spend the last time happily, isn't it good?"

"Murphy, we are also very uncomfortable seeing you in such pain..."

"Your condition cannot be treated here, please try another hospital."

"Experimental therapy? You will likely die in your situation..."

"The success rate is very small, we suggest you still conservative treatment, go back and accompany your family more..."

"Why are you so stubborn? Give up the fantasy and grab the last time, isn't it good? Why torture yourself and others?"

"This is a terminal illness, don't you understand? Terminal illness! There is no hope!"

"...... No hope?"

【Do you want to give up?】

"No."

(End of chapter)