Back at the factory, Silco tasted the lamb hot pot Felix had made.
It was the happiest meal Felix had eaten since arriving in this world.
He still could not accept sump frogs as food.
After dinner, Felix took the materials back to his bedroom.
Now that he had gathered everything, he was ready to study and conquer that shotgun.
The thing was not that hard to make.
Materials were easy to collect in Zaun, and Felix had been excellent at science back on Earth.
He had even won first prize in a provincial robotics competition.
With the system’s assistance, figuring it out was only a matter of time.
Time passed quickly.
Felix stayed up all night trying to complete it, and by the afternoon of the next day, he finally had results.
In Felix’s hands, a heavy shotgun more than a meter tall was born.
With the gun nearly as tall as himself slung over his back, Felix ran excitedly to the door.
“Silco!
I did it!
I finally made it!” Piltover had very strict control over weapons.
Firearms rarely fell into the hands of Undercity residents.
Even Enforcers did not carry weapons on them at all times.
The real significance of this weapon was not just its tremendous power.
It represented enormous profit, as well as an important force for resistance.
Felix knew Silco’s ideals.
“Silco?
Silco!” He shouted a few more times, but still no one answered.
Felix walked out of the room and asked the guard on duty.
He learned that Silco had gone out last night and had not returned since.
As soon as Felix heard that, a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart, even though the possibility was very low.
He wasted no words.
After hiding the shotgun, he casually picked up a steel pipe and ran out the door.
Felix first ran to The Last Drop, where he grabbed a short, skinny man wearing glasses.
Felix knew he was one of Vander’s people.
“Huck, have you seen Silco?” “Silco?
I did see him.
He actually disrespected Vander.
I really don’t understand what’s going through his head.” “Where is he?” “How would I know?
I don’t have the authority to manage him.
Kid, when you talk to people, you should show some respect, understand?” The bespectacled man was getting angry.
Felix had no time for that.
He pulled a small knife from his waist and pressed it against the man’s neck, leaving a thin line of blood.
“I asked you, where is he?” Felix clearly cared about Silco a great deal.
Having lived two lives without ever meeting his biological parents, he cherished this bond.
Even if it had only lasted three short months, Silco had always treated him like a child.
The other people in the tavern noticed what was happening and stood up, turning their eyes toward them.
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
Suddenly, the tavern door was pushed open.
Vander, one hand pressed against the wound at his waist, returned to the tavern.
Felix grew even more agitated when he saw Vander was injured.
“Where is Silco?
Vander!” Vander froze for a moment.
Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps because he still remembered the brotherhood they had once shared, he slowly spoke three words.
“By the river.” Felix put away the knife, picked up the iron pipe beside his feet, and walked outside.
During that time, two tall men blocked Felix’s path.
Felix tightened his grip around the iron pipe.
“Let him go,” Vander said.
Only then did the two men slowly step aside.
Felix passed by Vander.
“Silco had better be okay.
You went too far.” The coldness and composure in his voice did not sound like something a ten-year-old child could say.
Vander said nothing.
As Felix walked out, Vi and the others were heading into the tavern.
Powder, Jinx, the blue-haired girl from before, recognized Felix.
“It’s you?” Felix ignored her and walked straight past them, heading toward the river.
Soon, Felix reached the riverbank.
On a deck, he found Silco lying there.
At that moment, Silco was covered in blood.
His wounds had already begun to fester after soaking in the heavily polluted water, especially his left eye, which was clearly already necrotic.
Tears slid down Felix’s cheeks.
He knelt beside Silco, repeating his name.
Then he picked him up and carried him toward the factory.
He knew that without money, Zaun’s doctors would not save anyone, and with Silco’s injuries, every minute of delay meant more danger.
Felix’s small body staggered under Silco’s weight, but his steps remained firm.
After returning to the factory, Felix had the blond at the door carry Silco on his back.
Felix went into his bedroom and took out the shotgun he had just finished, along with a small bag of gold coins.
“Move.
Take us to the best clinic in Zaun.
You lead the way.” The distance was not that far, but Felix felt every step stretch endlessly.
When they reached the clinic, Felix looked at the filthy, chaotic environment and felt even more aligned with Silco’s ideals.
The doctor examined Silco’s injuries.
“What a shame.
If you had come earlier, the eye might have been saved.” “Cut the crap and do what you can.” Felix interrupted when he saw the corner of the doctor’s mouth curl upward.
“Saving him is certainly possible, but the medical fee…” The doctor clearly did not intend to treat Silco immediately.
Instead, he started by talking price.
Felix wasted no words.
He released the safety on the shotgun and fired at an empty space.
Even he himself was shocked by the power of the shot.
Caught off guard, the recoil forced him back two steps.
Then he threw the bag of gold coins to the doctor.
“Cure him, and it’s yours.
Fail, and the bullets are yours.” Felix spoke simply and clearly.
The doctor swallowed.
There was a little wariness in his eyes, but far more greed for the gold coins.
“Fine.” Then he immediately moved Silco onto a bed.
Felix watched from the side as the doctor disinfected the wounds.
Seeing Silco’s tightly furrowed brows slowly relax, Felix, who had gone two full days and one night without sleep, finally could not hold on anymore.
He fell asleep with his head resting beside Silco’s sickbed.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already completely dark outside.
Felix saw that Silco had woken up, so he called out, “Doctor!
Bring some food.
I’m hungry.” The doctor, who had been woken up, was rather annoyed and muttered, “This is a clinic, not a diner.
Honestly.” Still, he went and brought some food.
As for the taste, well, as long as it filled the stomach, that was good enough, wasn’t it?
Seeing Silco’s eyes grow dim, Felix said, “It’s okay.
That eye can be replaced with a prosthetic one.” “Vander betrayed us.
He became timid and weak.
That battle broke his spirit.” Silco did not respond to Felix’s words.
“We sacrificed so much.
We had clearly already seen hope.
As long as we kept going, we would have succeeded.
But he became like this for the sake of an easy life.” At that moment, only hatred remained in his eyes.
The pride and admiration he had once held had all turned to ash.
Felix saw the change in Silco.
“He’ll pay the price.” “I’ll make him regret it.
Absolutely.
Vander, we’ll see.” Silco’s eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness.