79. Well, that is strange

Far off from the bustling Axel City, where wealth and power thrive, lies a lowly desolate community of barely one thousand people whose lives depend solely on how much they can find.

Driving into this place was like driving into a scene after an apocalypse, the buildings were not exactly what a person would call a home, rather bits of metals patched together with one on top as a roof.

Most of which wasn't even large enough to contain a family of two people. The streets were covered in fifth, old papers, sweet wraps, rags, and dead animals. Stinking drainage and whatnot? it's just sad that there are people who call this place home.

"Why does he live here?" Oscar wondered again as they drove past the street. Thanks to the kind of car they drove, all attention was drawn to them, people standing in awe, some in envy while others stared with sheer hatred for the rich people who lived in the same city but did not care about them.

Looking out the window, Oscar could see a few abandon
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