Including Illumi and myself, there were twenty-eight children adopted by this church. The morning routine was to first attend a half-hour prayer in the main hall, similar in content to Christianity in the "real world," involving phrases of gratitude to God. Due to a lack of water, brushing teeth and washing faces were non-existent, so after prayers, we could directly collect breakfast, which was invariably dry bread and half a cup of water.
Some children had been very successful in their work the previous day, so their portions were accordingly larger. Regardless of the portion size, all the children ate ravenously and with great relish, except for Illumi and me… no, I was much more adaptable than Illumi. I was just not used to gnawing on such hard bread, which made me a bit slow.
A few children, seeing our awkward attempts at eating bread, looked at us with disdain. From the original work, Meteor City was a realm where the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, was prominently displayed. Thus, its people were fierce and produced many capable individuals, making it a prime location for gangs to scout for talent. Presumably, in the eyes of these children, the weak who could not adapt to the environment would soon be eliminated and deserved no respect.
Children's likes and dislikes were much more straightforward than adults'.
That was good, much better than certain scheming, complex-minded characters, like Chrollo.
The original work depicted how his intelligence was off the charts as an adult, so many fanfictions logically portrayed him as a little monster capable of outwitting adults from a young age. I, as a foolish adult, was terrified of encountering such characters.
Illumi was actually somewhat like that. However, I had the setting of his elder sister. In the original work, he was, to some extent, a character with a moral bottom line, who "would not harm family" and was "willing to sacrifice his life for the family's survival." Before considering harming me, he would have to consider the family and other factors. For now, I could safely consider him a teammate.
The nun assigned two of the oldest children, around ten years old, to take Illumi and me to familiarize ourselves with the garbage collection work, teaching us to distinguish between trash that could be exchanged for supplies.
Picking up garbage was probably the most accessible job in the world, suitable for all ages and genders. The training time was no more than half an hour, after which our two "teachers" each claimed ownership of a garbage mountain, ordering us to find recyclable waste on other mountains.
The air deep within the garbage mountains was filled with toxins. The children of the church tacitly understood to only search for recyclable waste in garbage mountains close to the streets. Supplies were limited, and they were territorial about their respective garbage mountains, especially guarding against us newcomers, believing we would not understand the unwritten rules and would hinder their work.
Illumi and I, being sensible, skirted around their temporarily demarcated private territories and walked towards the depths of the garbage mountains.
"They really treat that garbage like treasure," Illumi said.
That garbage could be exchanged for supplies; survival depended on it. It was no wonder they treated it as treasure.
This time, both Illumi and I had a high degree of exploration desire for the Meteor City instance. Especially Illumi, he wanted to quickly escape the extremely backward and impoverished life, find a way out, a path to advancement, a way to live without picking up garbage, and prove his strength.
But he had not experienced the most terrifying aspect of poverty. He had not considered that when the most basic survival issues were not resolved, all other high-level tasks were nonsense.
I took the initiative to suggest splitting up, letting him scout ahead while I stayed behind to pick up garbage, and also pick up his share. If such a simple task could not be completed on the first day, it would leave a bad first impression and bring unfavorable factors to my future life in the church—we had to be prepared for the worst and plan for a prolonged struggle.
The church was currently the best accommodation. If we lost this place and couldn't find another, we would have to sleep in garbage heaps, which was far worse than sleeping in a ten-person dormitory.
I went to get lunch alone. Water and food indeed could not be collected by others. Even feigning a sibling relationship didn't work, despite my efforts with gestures. However, Illumi had already stated that he didn't mind skipping a meal; he was willing to save time to explore the path forward.
The children who came to collect lunch with me saw that I was alone and empty-handed. The look of disdain in their eyes intensified. Some whispered amongst themselves, and with my hearing, I could hear nothing but dismissive comments about Illumi and me, saying that we were foolish to walk into the depths of the garbage mountains and were courting death.
Heh, these children were so easy to understand. These were real children, charmingly genuine.
I had had some gains in the morning. However, as I was mute and alone, I was easily targeted. I didn't want to cause trouble, so I hid the garbage I found outside before coming to collect lunch.
At dusk, Illumi returned as scheduled. I watched from the garbage mountain, seeing his face was blank. There was a subtle difference between this blankness and his usual expressionless state. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again."
"..." Actually, I didn't expect you to find a way out so quickly.
It was the first time I saw Illumi looking dejected. It was a subtle difference from his usual composed and unwavering demeanor in the original work. After spending time with him, I could tell that his scouting results were not optimistic.
Indeed, that was the case. He shook his head in response to my questioning gaze, without speaking.
Wiping my hands with the hem of my clothes, I took out the half-bread I had hidden in my sleeve at noon and handed it to Illumi, telling him that water and food could not be collected by others.
"...Thank you, sister," Illumi said. He ate the bread much faster this time, possibly because he was very hungry. After all, the bread portions for the past two days were not enough to fill him, or perhaps it was due to his adaptability.
Then, we returned to the church together to hand in the garbage we collected that day, then went to sleep in the dormitory. The next morning, we were woken up to attend the church's prayer, collect breakfast, set off to pick up garbage, collect lunch, continue picking up garbage in the afternoon, return to hand in garbage before dark, and go to sleep… and so on.
Illumi, who had found nothing for three consecutive days, returned later each day. My garbage collection efforts, however, were quite smooth. Because the other children were wary of the toxic gas in the deeper areas of the garbage mountains and only dared to compete for resources in the outer areas, I could enjoy some peace thanks to my advantage of [Poison Resistance: Level 6]. By avoiding professional garbage collectors in protective suits and not competing with them for garbage, I could pick up garbage in the depths of the garbage mountains to my heart's content.
Of course, I couldn't show how easily I was managing, or I would attract "attention." Every day, I would wait until before dark to rush back to the church to hand in the garbage, fulfilling the minimum required quota.
Besides fulfilling the quota, I spent my remaining time collecting shiny game items. The game items in the Meteor City instance were very characteristic of the place. There wasn't a single ingredient; all I found was "junk":
[Rusted Nails x2], [Scraps of Paper x6], [Torn Fabric x3], [Can Pull Tabs x10], [Cracked Bottle Caps x9], [Lost Buttons x7], [Fragments of Glass x4]
Ah! Meteor City, why are my eyes often filled with tears? Because I never expected you to be so barren!
Today, Illumi returned after dark. I had to hand in the garbage alone first, then wait for him at the garbage mountain.
"I'm sorry," Illumi said, lowering his head. "I've disappointed you again