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I’ll hide for a few days until I hear from Tucker.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tightened the oversized robe, then bowed his head and stepped into the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brother and sister huddled together in the filthy alley; at the sudden appearance of the “outsider,” the older boy snapped his head up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his filthy face, a look of tension flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes held cruelty and wariness—like a beast defending its territory, fixed unblinkingly on Alvin’s intrusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean no harm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his voice, speaking in a hoarse tone: “I won’t disturb you. I won’t come near.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Alvin said no more, curling into the corner of the alley, his oversized robe fully concealing his form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still several meters away, the boy’s vigilance did not waver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin understood the reason for their suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the eyes of Lower Nest scum, the category of “food”... was extremely broad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially for boys like this—barely surviving themselves, let alone carrying a girl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the eyes of some Lower Nest scum, such a pair was nothing more than... spare rations!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Alvin’s memories, he himself had nearly starved to death and been eaten by scum several times as a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lower Nest was never a greenhouse—it was more brutal than the wild forest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ironically, in the entire Warhammer universe, across the Emperor’s hundred million worlds, this brutal environment was among the better ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there is hell, congratulations... you’re already there!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the hood’s shadow, Alvin observed the siblings—they had clearly been starving for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were reduced to skin and bone, with not an ounce of excess muscle; the girl cradled in the boy’s arms had not eaten in ages, her breath shallow and weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a half-second hesitation, Alvin finally tossed the nutrient tube toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He comforted himself: consider it rent for temporary shelter. Besides, this thing wasn’t worth much to him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he really just stand by and watch two people nearly starve to death?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a scumbag, yes—but within his means, and without endangering himself, helping these two siblings was still possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy stared at the tossed nutrient tube, his face filled with hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was starving, his eyes bloodshot, yet despite the tube’s proximity, he restrained his hunger, watching Alvin with wary eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the harsh environment of the Lower Nest, unprovoked kindness was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin admired the boy’s composure; his voice hoarse: “The girl’s about to die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several cautious checks confirming the figure in the alley corner meant no harm, the boy carefully retrieved the nutrient tube.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted open the cap, stared at the milky nutrient gruel, swallowed hard, and though starving himself, gently pressed the tube to the girl’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, tenderly, he squeezed the milky gruel into her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unconscious girl instinctively gulped it down, finishing the entire tube; her pale face slightly improved, a faint flush returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after his sister finished did the boy turn to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly rolled the tube from bottom to top, not wasting a single drop, licking the residual milky sludge with desperate focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the boy’s actions, Alvin felt a stone lodge in his chest—heavy, silent, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are your names?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, almost without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emerich.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because of the nutrient tube, the boy’s vigilance had lessened; he whispered: “I’m Emerich. She’s my sister, Clarice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin fell silent, his mind a jumble, unsure how to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, sir. If not for you, my sister... might have starved.” The boy lowered his head, gazing tenderly at his unconscious sister, and thanked him again with sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin opened his mouth, but all he could manage was this useless question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not be hungry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tube of nutrient gruel, if rationed, could sustain an adult for seven days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ultimately, it could only fill one stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—I’m strong! I don’t get sick easily!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Emerich’s filthy face, a smile broke through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, strong, not prone to illness—so... better at enduring hunger, isn’t that right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin felt inexplicably irritated. Reason told him such situations were countless; even if he wanted to help, how many could he truly save?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he himself wasn’t even safe—how could he possibly help others?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his emotional side—or the faint residue of moral conscience from his past life—made it impossible to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotion and reason clashed like two little figures arguing inside his head!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can help them now, but can you help them forever?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you have the power to help them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hypocrite! Fraud! Who do you think you are? A savior?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m just... an ordinary person!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The internal battle ended. Alvin couldn’t bring himself to watch Emerich and his sister—those who shared his past but endured far worse—starve to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. Consider it repayment to the scavenger who once saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was nearly starved to death, a kind, crippled scavenger had given him his last ration—and starved himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because he had received help, Alvin chose to help these pitiful siblings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, pulled out thirty crowns, and tossed them over: “Buy three tubes of nutrient gruel. That should last you a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty crowns were a substantial sum in the eyes of many Lower Nest scavengers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerich’s eyes widened in disbelief; he stammered: “Y-you... you’re really giving me all of this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t misunderstand. I can’t go out myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin gave himself an excuse: “Three tubes include my share. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes, thank you, sir!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerich picked up the three coins, tense as he looked at him: “I—I won’t tell anyone you’re here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin murmured in reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he didn’t care whether Emerich revealed his whereabouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many hid in the Lower Nest; even if Emerich spoke, the Bone Gang wouldn’t immediately suspect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, in the surveillance footage, he wore a robe with his face hidden by the hood—such attire was far too common in the Lower Nest to be distinctive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“C-could you... watch over my sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerich clenched his teeth, hesitated, then gently laid his sister down in the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid... surprisingly clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alvin was taken aback—he instantly understood: the boy had left his sister behind as a guarantee he wouldn’t betray him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a child going alone to buy nutrient gruel carried real risk of being targeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving his sister behind showed his resolve—and avoided danger. 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