Tenebrous Sovereign

Adaptation

"Although I'm not your instructor, I hate seeing someone crying in front of me." The young man in the standard soft armor said coldly, "After I send you to the dormitory, you can cry as much as you want. Otherwise, in the future, you won't have the strength to cry."

The faces of several children turned pale and they didn't dare to make a sound. The little girl named Minnie tightly clenched the corner of her clothes with her small hand and lowered her head, forcing back her tears.

The young man in the standard soft armor glanced at the children, too lazy to scold anymore. He came to the counter, pulled open a drawer, grabbed a bunch of keys from inside, turned around and said, "Follow me." Then he left the hall directly.

Dean immediately followed, and the other children also picked up their backpacks on the ground and followed.

Following the forest path, everyone came to a row of low and dilapidated wooden sheds. The young man in the standard soft armor stepped forward and opened several rooms, saying, "This is it. Choose an empty bed by yourself. The special training starts tomorrow morning." After saying that, he casually threw the keys for opening the doors to Dean who was not far from him and left directly.

Dean held the three keys in his hand and looked at this row of dilapidated wooden sheds, frowning slightly. It was obvious that these were specially built for them to live in. They couldn't compare to the magnificent, unique and solid buildings around. Even in the slum district, these were relatively inferior houses.

Is this to let us experience hardship? Dean knew that the special training didn't start tomorrow morning but from this moment.

He went to the door of each of the three rooms and took a look. The layout inside was the same. Each wooden shed had four beds, without a mat. Some of the wooden boards were stained with dark corrosive substances. He quickly glanced around and chose a relatively clean wooden board, placed his backpack on it and occupied it first, planning to go out and find some leaves or weeds to wipe the bed after the others had chosen their own beds.

At this time, the other children also came one after another to choose the beds. When they saw the simple and dilapidated wooden boards inside, they were all stunned, and then intolerantly stopped at the door of the room. Even the boys slightly pursed their lips aggrievedly. The little girl named Minnie squatted down and cried again.

Well! Dean knew at a glance that he had thought too much. Most likely, these children wouldn't step into this room for a while. After all, they grew up in the residential area and had never seen such a bad environment.

He placed the keys of the other two rooms at the door and kept the key of his own room in his hand. Then he came under the nearby trees and quickly picked up some dry fallen leaves and green grass. After returning to the room, he wiped several black mold patches on the wooden board. He secretly regretted that if he had known this, he should have brought a mattress and bedding from home.

The other children watched Dean bustling around alone and all stopped feeling sorry for themselves. They stared blankly at Dean. After a while, one of the older children gritted his teeth and said to the other children, "Let's go and live first. Bear with it for the time being. It will definitely get better."

Hope is always needed in despair to encourage. The other children, seeing that someone could adapt, suddenly felt that it wasn't so unbearable. They silently chose their own beds one by one.

This older child chose Dean's room. He seemed to be a little curious about Dean and took the initiative to say, "My name is Maken. What's your name?"

"Dean."

"You don't seem to be afraid of dirt." Children are so straightforward.

"Actually, I have a mild obsession with cleanliness." Dean said.

"What is an obsession with cleanliness?"

"...Nothing."

Maken scratched his head and didn't know what else to say. He saw several mold patches on the bed board and thought of Dean's previous method. Immediately, he also left the room, pulled some green grass outside to wipe it, but the mold patch on his bed was too big. No matter how he wiped, it was still black. He was a little frustrated and could only find some leaves to cover the mold patch.

Dean glanced at him and said, "Actually, it will be much better if you expose it to the sun."

Maken was stunned and clapped his hands, "Yes! I almost forgot." Immediately, he called to the previous few children and shouted loudly, "Everyone, move the bed boards outside to be exposed to the sun to prevent them from rotting inside."

The other children immediately mobilized when they heard this.

Maken looked at Dean, "Don't you need to expose yours?"

"I can't move it."

"I'll help you." Maken said immediately.

Dean was waiting for this sentence. Although he could ask directly, his nature since childhood was that he didn't like to ask others for help. He said, "Thank you." Then, together with Maken, they moved the bed board and moved it to the open space outside.

It wasn't long before another young man in a standard soft armor led a group of children over.

This young man in the standard soft armor looked at the bed boards covering the open space and was stunned for a moment. He slightly frowned but didn't say anything. Just like the previous one, he randomly opened several rooms, let the group of children choose by themselves, left the keys and left.

The group of children curiously looked at Dean, Maken and others, and then looked at the beds in their own rooms. They were all stunned. After a while, they also imitated and cooperated in pairs to move the bed boards to the open space outside to be exposed to the sun.

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In the evening, the children worked together and helped each other move the bed boards back to their respective rooms.

Maken opened his backpack and took out a bedding from inside and spread it on the bed board. Immediately, the two other children who chose this room were envious. He chuckled, a little proud of his "foresight", lay down comfortably and chatted with the other two children.

Dean used a change of clothes as a cushion under him, closed his eyes and reviewed the knowledge he saw from the super chip in his mind.

He fell asleep unconsciously and woke up again at five o'clock in the early morning of the next day. The sky was still dark. What woke Dean up was a shrill strange cry. When Dean and the other children got up together and came outside to look, they saw a half-person-tall bird-like thing, raising its neck and crying in front of the wooden shed. The sound was extremely shrill and sharp, almost piercing the eardrum.