Coopers coughed quietly.

The scorching air irritated his respiratory tract, making his coughing more urgent - but he waved his hand, took the filter off his face, and threw it into the flames.

This is the last moment of his life. According to the folk customs of Zaun, people should not wear filters at the last moment.

After doing this last thing, Coopers sat quietly where he was, without confessing his sins or feeling any fear about the coming of death.

For him, his life may have ended long ago.

Or, in other words, on that morning, when the twelve-year-old entered the alchemy factory for the first time, his life had already been determined - this city that advocates the wind of freedom is actually not as free as it seems.

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On the contrary, now, when Coopers is about to face his death, this city, as dull as a can, has finally opened a corner of its lid.

Closing his eyes, Coopers finally felt calm.

Suddenly, it seemed as if someone had put a new filter on him to isolate him from the irritating gas.

But what surprised Coopers was that the filter on this side was unexpectedly large, even covering his entire face.

"Let's go." A voice whispered in his ear, "Don't keep the wolf waiting."

Coopers didn't know whose voice it was.

But he didn't hesitate at all.

Stretching out his hand, Coopers adjusted the "filter" on his face, followed the guidance of the voice lightly, and embarked on a new journey.
Chapter completed!