Haven City is basically a large hellhole for the vile and scum people alive. The kingdom will send most of the detained criminals to the city and let them have freedom and free reign over the place. One thing the city respects the most is the farmers who are assigned to cultivate small gardens and raise livestock.
These farmers are also criminals but everybody respects and treat them with the utmost care, for they are the only people that bring food to their table. But there is also another source of food, importing them from the
outside world.
"It is recorded that no Estarians had ever been successful in climbing
over that wall that is about fifty meters tall."
One can raise their head all the way up to the point that it would hurt but they will barely see what's at the top of the thick impenetrable wall.
"If I want to break down all these highrise walls, I will need some explosives. A much more powerful explosive, enough to shatter the thickness of this fortress."
From other people's perspectives whose eyes caught Invictus looking up as high as he could and mumbling to himself, Invictus sounded and looked like a crazy guy in a mask, trying to be different with that guise.
After what happened during the failed attempt of Zark, Hue, and Quinoa,
eyes who are interested in Invictus are now following him around, intrigued by the mysterious figure that is in the city. There are those that want to know what his objectives are in Haven City and people that do not give a damn care about a new face who is clearly not easy to deal with.
Invictus' hungry stomach growled, demanding food.
"I'm famished..."
One crucial change in him he noticed was his sudden dislike for common meat. His taste buds were looking for that unique flavor, the nutrients, and the tenderness of his own flesh.
"I've read an article about autocannibalism and how it changes people."
Apparently, there are fewer to no stories about autocannibalism because people are still sane enough not to eat themselves. Although cannibalism is far more prevalent, it is quite considered a distant tribe'
culture.
"People who are crazy enough to taste their own flesh must be real masochistic psychopaths."
Invictus' case was different from theirs. He had no choice but to eat his flesh to survive. In order to leave the Oubliette alive, he did what needed
to be done. However, it took quite a strange toll on him.
Pork, beef, and other alternative meat were weirdly becoming tasteless for Invictus. There are instances where he would suddenly feel the urge to bite a chunk off his arm. His compulsiveness for his own flesh was growing stronger as days passed without consuming it.
"Is it necessary for me to eat a part of me to sustain myself? I'm eating regularly, yet I am not gaining weight. In fact, I am kind of losing weight. Does my immortality being partial come with cons?"
He walked around the city, exploring the place with much ease and peace, compared to the first time he arrived in the city. It was much more chaotic and people actually feared him, for he is one of the heroes that saved Estaria from the supposed destruction.
It was kind of hard for Invictus to approach the kids and the elders
because everyone was wary of him at that time.
"If I want to do this the easy route, I can just offer people my infinite glitch. I can form a contract with some organization that sells organs. I'd supply them with an insurmountable number of organs in exchange for their cooperation to destroy the walls."
Some might like the idea, but those that are fed up with the same agenda, are always at death's door, just trying to survive, and can't even live a peaceful life. And it is safe to say that most of the citizens of Haven City
wish for the walls to be taken down.
You can't leave but you can enter. Invictus deprived himself of his liberty for the sole purpose of freeing the criminals. By setting them free, Estaria would be in much chaos. There would be crimes here and there, killings, and if this happens, Invictus' will be one step ahead of King Estaroth.
"Hey, mister!"
A group of frowsy kids approached Invictus out of nowhere. Everyone was flippantly naughty, feeling his pockets and places where he could have put his money.
"Mister, give us money."
They were pestering him, blocking his way, even though he was being ignorant of their persistent actions.
'Should I beat the hell out of these kids to make them stop or what?'
"We're not gonna let you go until you give us money, mister!"
They were pulling his sleeves, stretching their arms sidewards to block
his path, and holding both of his legs, so he could not walk.
"Lydia's kids are at it again. Tsk, tsk."
"Doing something like that is effective, though."
"I know, but what if those kids come across someone who hurts even kids? Someone who will not hesitate to hit a child?"
"It is not impossible. Lydia let her kids bother newcomers, and would come later on as if trying to stop her kids. And then the children would then guilt trip the newcomers about how they are so hungry and haven't eaten for days. Ultimately, the newcomers would then feel some kind of guilt, resulting in what Lydia and his kids expected to happen."
Lydia, the mother of the kids who is pestering Invictus, came out of
nowhere. Everything that was said was done.
"I'm really, really sorry about this, mister. My kids really are just so hungry. We haven't eaten for days."
And the drama happened in front of Invictus. The kids and their mother began to act extra as if not receiving money would be the end of them.
"Then shouldn't you be working, lady?" Invictus blurted out, annoyed at the clearly fake acting they were doing. "Work as a harlot. Beer-bellied men with white hair would flock all over you like you're some kind of flower."