My Power Of Math Fantasies
10.2 Ares

In the midst of that shock. A rebel leader named Ares was standing head down. The smell of blood began to feel in his nose. The bodies of his colleagues were already lying in front. And he survived thanks to a protector made by Dayshi.

Long memories of. He remembered a boy living with great pleasure. So happy, even dying is okay. It's just in his imagination.

Dia—si the boy—only slip with mouth gaping. His gaze was blank, he comforted himself deeply into a delusion that he could not possibly achieve there. Until he finally regained consciousness in a world he had hoped for as a mere nightmare.

Again, blood, blood, blood. He always saw blood. His world was just full of that thick red liquid. The stench from the pile of corpses was no longer able to make him nauseous anymore. How to want nausea, he was already used to the environment.

Taper face, dry skinny body. Sweat is always mixed with red liquid. His eyes were red and the surroundings were blackening—it was an eye bag.

His hand held a bell. Tools that should be used by adults working in coal. However, the 8-year-old boy was already holding the device even started two years ago.

"I just want to die." This murmur he always says every day. Unfortunately, what he said could not be accomplished. There are people he loves. The one who has made himself live in a cruel world. That's his nanny.

The one who was always with him. It was his friend who was his one upbringing. That was the usual reason that could not be thrown away for him to survive.

*cting...

The boy hit the stones in front of him. Only the gravel can come out. The power is so small. It is very difficult to break these stones.

"Basic boy!" a heavy shriek was heard and then the boy was slammed away because of an iron-clad kick right into his starving stomach.

The boy momentarily trembled, moaning in pain hugging his stomach.

"What are you doing? What if he dies."

The man wearing the armor rebuked the like.

"The child born of trash for what is pitied."

"Tol0l, I'm not sorry. But let him live longer for this mine. Let him know the taste of his suffering from being born of the scum."

"Hahaha .. sadistic also your joke .... Hey boy, go to your nanny. Yes, I hope your nanny doesn't die soon either" said the soldier who kicked her.

The boy then immediately ran away staggering. He immediately went to the house that was more similar in shape to a hut. The other kids were there too. They were all not much to say, it was the average moody expression that was plastered on their faces.

"Whoops!"

The grill came from a female figure in a dull tattered shirt. The woman immediately approached the child called Ares. He hugged Ares tightly and carried her into the house.

"How is it today, Ares," asked the woman with my eyes staring at Ares.

"Hehehe, not so bad ma'am," he replied.

"You are yes." The woman was angry with Ares. From her words the woman clearly knew that not very bad meant bad. The woman stroked Ares' head and lowered it to another crowd of children.

"Stay here and rest" the woman told Ares. Ares just nodded then sat down. After the woman left, Ares carelessly watched people his age.

"You know, I was able to destroy a lot of coal. I only wear an axe. Hehehe, the axe coming out of my body is indeed the best."

"Woah you can get it out," cried the other children who counted as dozens of children.

"Currently, that person can only destroy. You know because of him we almost died. Fortunately there was a demon—sebutan of the soldiers who watched the mining— who stood there. Otherwise we'd really be dead." A little girl chimed in. He was very, very unhappy with the child who had been showing off his behavior.

"Can't you?" ask other kids.

"Woah, the devil can blow it away."

"hu'um he seems to be using his skill. Like that explosion. Hahaha .. but in the end we were kicked to the battering. I thought I'd really die in there." The ten-year-old boy shuddered to recall the previous incident.

"Wooh, no wonder anyway, hahaha."

The plot from the children attracted the attention of other children to gather. Their faces returned cheerfully. Children named Agamenon and Carnation always seem excited if they have fought each other.

Ares also became interested in them and then also approached the children's plot.

"Anjelir! You really like to grab my attention and then drop me with a prank."

"But it's reality, right?"

"Damn." Agamenon. His frustration made him stooped, but that was precisely what kept the other children entertained.

"He is a troublemaker. The star is me. Because I put the rest of the stones in the cart" said the boy who would not budge. It's Anemone.

"Eeeeh." The other children's response was just ordinary to him. They knew that this Anemone genius was indeed good at utilizing his mana.

"it's Eeeeh." Anemone even follow the shoulder because it is not in accordance with his expedition that wants to also be praised.

"Because you two are." Carnations patted the eel looking at the behavior of his friend. They are often together and their age is worth ten years.

"Ares, here's bread for you."

Suddenly the woman reappeared with a mature fist-sized bread and a glass of water. Ares was the center of attention.

"Eh, you. Congratulations on returning."

A cheerful smile was on the other children. This atmosphere immediately changed, not considered certain by Ares. Ares was very happy at the time and he smiled sincerely without rethinking what difficult times he had faced even later.

This is what Ares really wanted. Ares wants to take care of him and doesn't want to lose them. However, there must be some children who used to gather with those who have not coincided with time.

Ares was watching it carefully. Poor kid who's hard to mine and soon gets sidelined. Usually the child will not get bread, and looks moody in a carefree crowd.

As usual, Ares cut his bread in half and gave half his water . Heavy work for children like them is indeed only given a chance once gone and when it is weak will be repatriated for the next. Bread and water will be obtained after mining. For those who do not participate will not get anything, there is no reason even if it hurts that will make them die.

Ares walked to the sidewalls of the house on the wall where the children were just moody and gave her bread. Ares was not strong and was ever like them.

"You are very good ya~" said other children who saw Ares' behavior. Children after the age of Ares—8 years— feel Ares is a tough child and a figure they want to follow.

Meanwhile, children above his age seemed to see Ares with indignation for some reason. It could be a feeling of spite.

"Ares, you're good, yes" said Anyelir flat but his eyes were empty looking at Ares.

"Does he still not understand ya." Agamenon.

On one side, Anemone was shaking with her hands and jaw firmly pressed.