Origin Of Evil 7 Steal

But he had disregarded the quarters offered by Charles. Only after having spent the night in the cold did he understand how important this was.

He himself had almost died from the night, and he had a Vitality higher than the average human. A truly average person would have certainly died.

When he saw the sun shine on him and felt the temperature slowly increase, he did not move immediately but instead stayed sit. The truth was that his body was almost frozen, and he feared he would injure himself if he moved.

Dorian was unwilling to spend another night like this one, and he actually knew a way to solve this problem, but it simply went against his ground rules. If he entered a random house and slaughtered those inside, then he would be able to sleep in a warm bed.

But he was against slaughtering innocents. He strangely didn't feel much after killing the gangsters, but just thinking about killing innocents made Dorian disgusted.

Dorian had a lot of time to think during the night, and he actually came up with an hypothesis about his strange behavior. He couldn't be sure about his indifference to murder, but he guessed that having felt nothing but boredom for years played its part.

As for his unwillingness to kill innocents, he was sure this came from his parents. His father is a doctor, and at home, when he felt bored, Dorian actually happened to talk about human life with his father. And somehow, all those years of exposition to the importance of human life made him unwilling to kill innocents.

Of course, those were simply theories. He couldn't say for sure right now. All he could say was that he was cold, and the following day would be a hard day.

Because he had nothing else to do, he decided to check his status:

[Boring Guy]

[Race: Human]

[t.i.tle: None]

[HP: 110/130]

[MP: 60/80]

[Strength: 12 (14)]

[Agility: 13 (16)]

[Vitality: 11 (13)]

[Intelligence: 6 (8)]

[Perception: 13 (15)]

[Skill: None]

[Ability: Basic Swordsmanship (Level 1/10)]

[Condition: -Hypothermia: Cold energy has infiltrated your body. Agility dropped by 1. If left untreated, the drop of attributes will worsen with time.

-Hungry: You haven't eaten and lack energy. All attributes dropped by 1. If prolonged, the drop in attributes will worsen with time.

-Thirsty: You haven't drunk and lack energy. All attributes dropped by 1. If prolonged, the drop in attributes will worsen with time.]

[Equipment: Steel Sword, Steel Dagger…]

Dorian was stunned as he looked at his status. He didn't expect his attributes to lower so much. All attributes dropped by two, and his agility by 3?

He had returned to the physical capabilities of an ex soldier. Now, the only advantage he had over the ex soldiers was his reflexes. Otherwise, his attributes were the same and his swordsmanship was inferior to them.

Dorian realized he had yet underestimated the danger of the way he chose. The excitement he had felt when first entering this world began to slowly weaken, getting slowly replaced by the fear of death. But he pushed that down, and tried to stay optimistic.

But no matter how much he tried to convince himself, he knew that from now on, the next month would be hard to survive to, let alone perfectly clearing the mission.

With his normal attributes, had it not been for the element of surprise he wouldn't have been able to kill the last group he fought. Now that a night had pa.s.sed, Dorian knew for sure that all the members of the Red Scorpion gang knew his face and would attack on sight.

Had he been as strong as he thought he had gotten, with superior swordsmanship and his attributes, then that wouldn't have been a problem.

But right now, his swordsmanship was below elite members, his stats only equal to them… So the situation was quite bad for Dorian. And he didn't even have the option of hiding, the hunger and thirst would quickly kill him, and if he found some food then the cold would do it.

So now, Dorian had no other choice but to fight, and to win. If he didn't fought, he would die. If he fought, the chances of dying were high, but there was still some sliver of hope.

And that was a.s.sa.s.sination. Dorian had no chance of surviving in a frontal a.s.sault. So now Dorian was left with only the sneaky way.

But among all those bad things though, there was one point Dorian could actually rejoice about. He had seen that his swordsmanship's experience had actually gone up from 0 to 6.

That meant he could upgrade his skills by using them. After some time, Dorian succeeded in standing up.

He walked toward the market of the city, paying attention to his surroundings, making sure no gangsters were in sight. But there weren't much risks because it was still very early in the morning and the temperature was still cold.

The climate around here had really surprised Dorian as he wasn't prepared for it. Where he lived, the temperature within the day and at night weren't much different, but he knew that in some countries the difference in temperatures between day and night could be enormous.

As Dorian arrived at the market, he searched around for clothes. It would be hard for him to find a home for the next few nights, so if he wanted to live through them he would need heavier clothes that could keep him warmer.

And also, Dorian needed some kind of cloth to cover his face, so that he could walk on the street.

But Dorian had no money on him, so he didn't go to the few opened shops and instead headed to the closed ones. After inspecting some of them, he was glad to find out that the security system in most of them was horrible.

Dorian actually thought of using those as a shelter for the cold, but once he entered those he immediately dismissed the idea. For some reason, the temperature inside was even colder than outside.

So Dorian took everything he needed and stuffed it in his backpack, including a kind of veil that hid his face.
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Dorian didn't feel guilty for stealing. He knew however that this would probably put in trouble the owners, so he only took what he needed and wasn't greedy.

This one was harder to break in, and there was even a dog inside. Dorian was troubled as he didn't know how to knock it out, and it would soon get awakened by his smell.

But he didn't want to kill it either, so Dorian didn't know what to do. He decided to start packing food and see how it went.

But as he expected, before he could finish taking what he needed, he heard a barking behind him, and as he turned around he saw a black dog rushing at him.

Dorian didn't want to hurt it, but he wouldn't put himself in danger for his conscience. So he kicked the dog with all his might, sending it flying backwards and shutting its mouth.

Then, Dorian continued packing food. But he heard yet another bark, and the sound of rushing footsteps. Dorian grew angry and he suddenly unsheathed his knife out of anger and turned around all of a sudden, kicking the dog again.

But this time, as it was sent flying back, Dorian followed it and stabbed it in the stomach, twisted the knife, and cut it open, and stabbed its throat to silence its dying wails.

As he took back his knife, Dorian said quietly "You should have shut up you dumb dog…" Then, he finished taking food and drinks before jumping out.