Return of the Strongest Scavengers Assassin

Chapter Thirty Eight

Reed gets back into the road to the small town tori in the middle of nowhere, the air smelled of dust and forgotten dreams, and the horizon stretched out endlessly, as if mocking his struggle.

Two hours into the drive, Reed's eyes stung from squinting against the relentless sun.

And then, like a mirage, it appeared: a battered signboard, its once-bold letters now faded to a weary gray. "Welcome to Tori," it read, as if daring him to believe in second chances. Reed's foot eased off the gas pedal, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

The road narrowed, flanked by gnarled trees that seemed to lean in.

The town materialized on the horizon—a cluster of weathered buildings, their paint peeling, windows boarded up, as dusk settled, Reed ventured into the streets.

The town square was deserted, the fountain cracked and dry. A stray cat darted across his path, disappearing into an alley.

The town appeared deserted, its streets devoid of life and its buildings sta