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Rayal's eyes were focused as he navigated through the crowd in the market, hoping to find those subtle opportunities that would allow him to showcase his own value. However, his presence was like a discordant beat, standing out awkwardly amidst the bustling market melody.
Despite having washed himself with cool stream water and even secretly donned some crude fabric, the desolation and destitution from within seemed unable to be washed away along with the stream water. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the market, his presence was like a jarring blemish that could not be ignored.
When he tried to approach the stalls and lend a hand in moving or organizing the goods, the vendors' reaction was like being shocked, quickly retracting their own items. Some even directly indicated for him to leave.
[System prompt: Due to your appearance and behavior, your reputation has decreased, and the villagers' favorability towards you has dropped.]
Rayal's gaze was fixed on the popping system prompts. These cold words felt like an invisible cold wind, gradually dimming the flame of hope that had been ignited within him. This game world seemed even more cruel than he had imagined, not allowing any weakness and offering no mercy to the defeated. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of despair.
But the unyielding spirit deep within his soul, rooted in the fighting spirit of the real world, prompted him to lift his head again and move forward with determination. He told himself that no matter how indifferent this world was to him, he had to prove his worth. His steps became more steady, and his gaze more resolute. He knew that as long as he didn't give up, someday, someone would care about the existence of Rayal.
In this way, he persisted and found the old woman on the edge of the market. Her back was slightly hunched, and she was carrying a full basket filled with colorful fruits, emitting an enticing fruity fragrance. However, her hands were trembling, clearly struggling to carry the heavy load.
Without hesitation, Rayal quickly walked over and, before the old woman could react, gently took the basket. The weight of the fruit basket was not light for the impoverished Rayal, but he did not complain at all. Instead, a slight smile appeared on his face. His movements were light and skilled, as if this kind of helping others had already taken root in his heart.
"Young man, thank you!" The old woman's voice was like a gentle spring breeze, warm and kind. Her eyes, through her old glasses, carefully examined Rayal, as if she saw a rare brilliance in this ragged young man.
Rayal nodded, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. He didn't expect anything in return from the old woman, but the feeling of being needed raised the temperature in his heart. It was a feeling he had never experienced since coming to this game world.
"I am Rayal. If you need any further assistance, please let me know," Rayal said softly, his voice filled with humility and determination.
The woman's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and her kind gaze seemed to see the loneliness and longing deep within Rayal. She smiled, her voice filled with profound sympathy and understanding. "You are a war refugee, aren't you? In this world, refugees are all living very difficult lives."
Rayal was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected someone to look at him with such eyes, rather than a condescending attitude. He could indeed pretend to be a war refugee, and this identity might bring him more sympathy and assistance.
"If you don't mind, why don't you come to my house for a visit?" The old woman's words were sincere, like an invitation to a long-lost friend.
In this game world, Rayal felt true human warmth for the first time, which made him indescribably excited. He nodded, his eyes filled with grateful tears. The kindness and tolerance of the old woman was like a ray of light in the darkness, warm and precious to him.
There was a hint of playfulness in the old woman's smile: "Then please help me move this wooden box and come with me to my house."
Rayal looked at the wooden box in front of him, which was much larger than the basket just now, filled with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. Although his strength attribute was not high, his endurance allowed him to perform well in carrying heavy loads. He took a deep breath and used all his strength to lift the wooden box steadily, slightly cumbersome but not backing down.
The heavy wooden box pressed on Rayal's shoulders, but he did not complain at all. As he walked through the bustling market with the old woman, they turned into a quiet alley. The road paved with old bricks was uneven, and on both sides were some mottled small houses, exuding the breath of life.
At the moment they turned into the alley, a system prompt suddenly appeared in Rayal's field of vision: "Achievement Unlocked: Warm World - Obtain NPC's help in extremely low reputation status."
This unexpected achievement caused a slight upward curve in Rayal's mouth. He suddenly understood that in this world, every act of kindness, no matter how small, could become a key to changing fate. With the achievement obtained, he noticed that his experience bar was slowly rising, approaching the threshold of the second level. Although the progress was small, for Rayal, each improvement was an accumulation of hope for the future.
Before long, they arrived at the front door of the old woman's house. It was a very ordinary-looking, but exceptionally clean, stone-built cottage. Ivy spread across the front, with a mix of bright flowers among the green, emitting a faint floral fragrance.
The old woman turned around and pointed to the empty space next to the wooden door, saying, "Just leave it here, young man."
Rayal nodded and carefully placed the wooden box in the designated position. As he set down the heavy load, he felt an indescribable sense of relief, not just from the physical burden but also a release of some mental weight at that moment.
"You've worked hard. Come in, have a drink of water and rest your feet," the old woman's voice was full of concern as she opened the door and invited Rayal into her simple and cozy home.
Rayal slightly bowed, expressing gratitude, and then followed her footsteps into this world full of unknowns and possibilities.
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