It was really cold. Marin carefully let his way through the icy streets. The owner, who was wearing shabby clothes and with a thin body, looked at this strange city. It had been seven days since he came here, and the last bread at home had been eaten the day before yesterday. Looking for

After searching the familiar yet unfamiliar home where he lived, Marin couldn't find any suspicious currency and could only walk out of the house - if he could freeze to death if he went out, then he would starve to death if he didn't go out.

Speaking of his experiences in the past few days, Marin didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky - unlucky, it was indeed unlucky. Other heroes who rescued babies always picked up the child from under the wheel; when he went to pick up the child, the car actually accelerated.

, meeting a guy who can use the accelerator as a brake is not called unlucky.

It can be said to be unlucky... As a forty-year-old social animal, he was hit by a car because he was saving a child, but he was reincarnated into a different world. Or he was reborn as a child who looked about ten years old in the mirror. Can this be considered unlucky?

?

This was almost like re-living, so, facing his own dialectical relationship that was difficult to justify, Marin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

And he also has a very big problem - he is very hungry.

I don't know why, but his little body is very good at eating. A long loaf of bread can only be eaten once, which is half full.

Could it be that after reincarnation, we will face the tragic end of starving to death?

With such sad thoughts, Marin leaned against the wall. Feeling that his whole body was weak, he slid to the corner of the street - first, let's take a rest.

It's been a long time since this morning, and I haven't found any work or food.

Although there were nuns delivering bread on the street before, seeing the poor people using a card to receive bread, Marin felt that he did not have such a card.

Besides, if you have arms and legs, why bother fighting for a piece of black bread with those poor people who are missing arms and legs?

Who knows whether there is more wood residue or wheat flour in it.

Hey, where are the kind-hearted ladies in various novels, comics and animations?

There is a poor child here who is tortured by hunger, facing the suffering of hunger and cold.

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Crossing the street, the middle-aged man carefully avoided the ice on the street. This winter forced him to tighten his collar. When he walked around the corner of the street, he noticed the little boy sitting on the street.

He went around.

In this damn world, people are dying every day. Some people die of hunger, some people die of exhaustion, and some people... die of drunkenness and dreams.

Fate is really unfair. The aristocratic young men in the north of the city don't have to worry about their livelihood since they were born, while the bastards in the south of the city can only wear thin clothes and shiver in the autumn wind and fallen leaves.

What about the adults in their family? There have been no natural disasters in Carter Castle in recent years. Some people dream of having children but cannot, but the adults in this family want to leave their children on the street and let the wind and snow... It's really damned.

After walking a few steps, the middle-aged man gradually slowed down. He turned his head and looked at the child in a daze on the corner of the street.

He is a seemingly quiet child. Although the hunger visible to the naked eye is taking over him, he still does not beg for anything.

For some reason, he walked back, came to this little kid, took out a piece of black bread from the bag in his arms, and threw it in front of him.

The child grabbed the bread and looked up at him.

"Here's something to eat for you, you're really hungry." He tried his best to make himself smile more kindly and approachable.

So the child lowered his head, wolfed down the bread... and stuffed it into his mouth.

Okay, the little cub went down in one gulp.

"...I can't even choke you to death. You are really tough." He muttered to himself, stretched out his hand, picked up the little boy and lifted it up.

She is very thin, but surprisingly still alive, and does not look like she is about to die.

Especially the pair of black pupils are very beautiful.

"Anyway, I already have a daughter. As the Thai people say, let's have a son and a daughter." The middle-aged man said to himself, and finally picked up the little cub.

"Do you have a name?" he asked in a standard Yawil southern accent.

"Marin." He replied, his voice was very strange, with a thick accent, and it was not like he looked like a southerner.

Ha, don’t worry about him, as long as he’s not a monster.

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"Dad!" The young girl heard the footsteps, and her big animal ears trembled to confirm the identity of the owner of the footsteps. She got out of the warm chair and blanket, stood by the door, and watched her father open the door.

opened the door.

"Maya, good afternoon." The father smiled and handed over the paper bag in his hand.

"Good afternoon, Dad, what is that? Can you eat it?" Taking the paper bag, the fluffy kitten girl looked at the little thing in her father's arms.

"It's not food, um..." Her father looked at his daughter and then at the little thing in his hand: "It's your brother."

"What is my brother?" Curiosity is instinct and nature. His daughter swung her tail, her big silver-gray tail with round spots, her round silver-gray ears with round spots were also shaking, and the owner of the long silver-gray hair,

It is like the embodiment of curiosity.

Asking, searching.

"He is the one who protects you." The middle-aged man put down the baby in his hand: "His name is Marin."

"Marin!" the young girl cheered happily.

He didn't notice the panic in the eyes of the human cub in front of him at all.

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Marin has always felt that the so-called middle-aged social animals who died of overwork, reincarnated into another world and embarked on the path of a winner in life... were just whimsical fill-ins in the minds of Internet article authors.

How can there be such good things in this world? Even if there are such good things, it is not the turn of social animals.

A middle-aged social animal reincarnated into a different world to work as a programmer. He was already half-bald and greasy before reaching middle age... It was an unexpected and reasonable super development.

It wasn't until such a good thing happened to me that I realized that there seemed to be no way in front of me.

The cold world, the dilapidated buildings, the stinky streets, the most terrifying thing was that on the way back, the man holding him crushed an overly large mouse to death with his feet.

...It was a rat about the same size as a Chinese garden dog, and its front teeth were bigger than Marin's thumb today.

Simply fatal.

Although it is terribly weird, at least now he has a home and a bathtub with hot water. Although he can only wear adult shirts and wrap himself in blankets, it is at least better than living outside. The most important thing is,

The little leopard girl cooked him a big bowl of noodles and put it all into his stomach.

Whether it was his face or his life, Marin, who was so hungry that he was dizzy, had no choice.

And there is no need to choose between eating solid brown bread and hot pasta.

"Marin!" The little girl with leopard ears and tail walked up to Marin.

"Well, my name is Marin." Out of respect for the aborigines, fear of the unknown, and curiosity about this furry girl, Marin smiled and nodded: "What's your name?", and then he continued

Added a question.

"Maya! Dad said you are a brother, will you protect Maya?!" This... this little leopard girl said, grabbing the tail and biting it... in her mouth.

Wait a minute! This is unhygienic!

Also! Doesn’t it hurt to bite like this?!

With this question, Marin nodded.

Because he noticed the doubt and fear in her eyes, just like the child he picked up and faced the speeding truck.

Marin feels that if possible, he should respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them.

If it's not far away...then accept it.

So he nodded vigorously again: "Yes, I will protect you."

Then fear was replaced by joy, and the little leopard girl screamed and rushed over.

It's like finding the best toy, like seeing the best climbing frame, and like seeing the best cardboard box.

Marin reached out and touched her ear. It was warm. It was real.

Marin reached out and touched her tail. There was temperature and humidity, and it was true.

Marin stretched out his hand and touched his ear...it was a bit square.
Chapter completed!