The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat! - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: I grew numb to it all Chapter 272: I grew numb to it all “What are you doing?” Clarissa asked.

“Why are you asking me this?” “It’s because I can remember the years so clearly, and as for what I ate…

Nothing.

I didn’t have anything to eat this time last year or two years ago for that matter.” Clarissa’s eyes widened.

What was she talking about?

She was confused.

“You see, having evening meals was a bliss that we could not afford, and when we did have it, I can tell you it wasn’t anything short of moldy bread and tasteless soup.” She darted her eyes away slowly.

“I can still remember the feelings of having to gulp down hard bread after a long day of tedious work.

After having to get my hands dirty and watch others eat warm and healthy meals.” She said.

“It scraped my throat sometimes but who could I cry to?

I was just grateful I could get something in my stomach, you see.” She laughed and looked back at Clarissa.

“I had that pretty often, so my growth was stunted.

At least, that’s what I’d like to blame my previous stunted growth on.” She laughed again.

“In any case, let me ask, what did you do in your spare time before you became an Awakened?” Clarissa was scared.

What was going on?

“Hm, you don’t remember them either, do you?” She folded her arms.

“Well, let me tell you about mine.

In my spare time, I went around carrying out orders for this guy called Big Stach.

There were a bunch of other kids like me.

And unless we did as we were told, having the minimum time to sleep and always having our backs watched, we would get beaten up, and our legs would get broken.” She sighed.

“I had a lot of scars on my body, but who cared, right?

As long as I lived.

As long as I did not lose to the world and take my own life, it was all worth it.” Mark gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and bowed his head.

He couldn’t take it.

He couldn’t take Alice’s words with a light heart.

It was all in the past, and she was free, but it was still so heavy and painful hearing she went through all of that.

“Then, can you tell me how…” “Stop!” Clarissa said, her body trembling as she fought back her tears.

“Just stop it.

You suffered, I get it.

You didn’t have the life you have right now, but what does that have to do with the agency?” “It has everything to do with the agency.” Alice yelled as she grabbed her arms, her eyes hollow in pain.

“Do you know how many kids like me had to suffer after the apocalypse came and monsters rendered so many orphaned?

Do you know how many of us died due to the harsh treatment we received in that evil den?

Do you know how many?” She let go of Clarissa.

“I grew numb to it all but that didn’t make anything okay.

I wished to get away and so many others wished that as well.

They ran to the agency and led them to the den but do you know what waited for them?

Instead of liberation, instead of freedom, they received far worse treatment than any human can handle.” Alice’s eyes raged.

“They watched the people they brought from the agency walk away with a little ‘reward’ for exposing the bad sheep among the kids.

Those children were tortured, skinned, healed, and then tortured again, only to end up as dog food.

Do you know what being torn to shreds while perfectly breathing feels like?

You don’t, right?” Alice watched Clarissa tremble and then stepped back, shoving her fingers through her hair.

“We got wise and never went to the agency but there were still a few new kids who could not take it and ran away, only to be brought back by a member of the agency.

It happened over and over and in front of our eyes.

And now you ask me, how I can speak to the leader that runs those people like that?” She glared at her.

“I could tear him to shreds if I wanted but even then, my soul and my heart can never forget what I have witnessed all over the years.” Clarissa trembled till she fell to her knees.

She was scared.

Alice’s words scared her.

Her story could not be real, right?

How did people live like that?

Where did those people live?

She’d never heard of such a thing.

“Alice,” Mark called softly and she looked at the painful look on his face.

He was sad on he behalf and she was grateful.

“It’s alright, Mark.

I’m fine.

After all, it’s all in the past.” She smiled.

“But I think I took things too far.” She said as she looked down at Clarissa who was shaking with her hands pressed against her ear.

“I wanted her to understand that the world wasn’t just the peaceful things her eyes saw and I…

I have suffered more than anyone can imagine.

But let’s brush that away and smile,” she smiled brightly.

“After all, I got my revenge on that bastard.” At this point, Miss Stella could not even tell Alice to watch her language.

She has heard that Alice suffered a lot, seeing a few reports, but they did not leave as much bitterness at the tip of her tongue as they did when Alice told the tale.

The reason no one told Alice off when she said those harsh words to Noah was because they knew that the agency was never there to save them when the kids were suffering.

So, her anger and her words were all justified.

Philip, who stood at the side and hearing this for the first time, had his hands slightly trembling.

Just what was this?

He held his trembling hand while biting his lip.

He thought she grew up without much to worry but what the hell?

She was even more miserable than a church mouse.

Her life was a battlefield all year round.

So, how was she able to smile?

“It seems I have been rather ‘negligent’ in my duties.” Noah spoke up, stepping towards her.

“I caused you and many to suffer but after recent findings, we are doing all we can to retrieve any child that might be facing the same treatment in a hidden den.

As for the corrupt who led these kids back only to return with their heads filled,” Noah’s eyes turned dark, “They will suffer the same fate.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Author_fredah Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!