Jason, having just overheard the conversation between the girl and the guy, was stunned as he recalled the time, he had expelled some individuals from the building on allegations of harassing that very girl.
He remembered those men were in their twenties to thirties and had been driven out based on the girl's harassment claims.
He also recollected that they had to leave the city after their identities were exposed in the newspaper along with the details of the incident.
'So, that happened to those guys too, and I expelled them without fully investigating the truth,' Jason reflected, feeling remorseful about how their lives must have worsened. He wondered if they were able to live decently afterward.
'I can't change the past, but this time, I won't let the same thing happen to that kid, no matter what,' he resolved as he descended the stairs, noticing the girl had already entered her apartment.
He walked into his own apartment and approached the sofa in front of the TV, where he sat down next to his wife, who was watching a drama after finishing her work.
"What happened, dear? Why did you come back so quickly? I thought you were going to Mr. Lashe's apartment and isn't his place on one of the higher floors?" she asked, turning off the TV and looking at him.
"Rosy, listen to what I'm about to say, and then tell me if I did something wrong because I feel quite guilty," Jason said as he began recounting what he had heard on Evan's floor.
He explained that as he was going upstairs, about to head to the next staircase for the second floor, he saw the guy he always chased away coming out of a girl's room. He was about to confront him when Evan stepped outside, perhaps to take a walk around the neighborhood, and was spotted by both of them. The guy tried to lash out at Evan again, but Evan managed to escape. What he heard from them next left Rosy shocked and filled with anger.
"Don't worry, you haven't done anything wrong," she said, standing up and heading towards the door.
"Hey, where are you going now?" he asked as Rosy stopped and looked back at him.
"Where? Don't you know about that trickster girl who ruined those guys' lives? And I don't want Evan to end up like them," she said, about to leave when Jason stopped her with words that made her pause and lightened her mood.
"Listen, don't do anything rash; they could get away since we don't have any evidence against them. I'm sure they'll slip up, and then we can hand them over to the police for false accusations. Don't you remember who your husband is and what he's capable of?" he said, puffing out his chest and flexing his pretend muscles.
"Okay, okay, but keep that kid out of it; he'll become more introverted and socially awkward," she said as she returned to her drama, confident that her husband would handle the situation.
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As this unfolded, Evan, who had dashed out of the building, was wandering the area. Along the way, he noticed numerous restaurants and coffee shops scattered about.
Observing the hustle of people to and from work, he also spotted malls bustling with crowds. Preferring to avoid such congestion due to his discomfort in crowded spaces, he pondered his next move.
"Where to now? Ah, that place! Why don't I check it out?" he mused, searching for a particular building. Despite his efforts, it remained elusive until he resorted to asking passersby. With their guidance, he finally located the building, distinguished by a gaming console icon emblazoned on its banner.
It was the classic novel game parlor, a favorite haunt for our main character and his friend to unwind. It was here that friendly rivalries sparked, motivating them to hone their skills, perhaps to become professional gamers or even top players, akin to a regressor with foreknowledge. Surely, this is a tale familiar to you right.
{A/N: Hey you I was thinking that you leave this place but here you are but don't worry you have come here on your own but not be able to go back on your own.}
Heh, you will never be able to catch me brat I am always above you and always be and listen my fellow reader I will be back after some time, and I have to say bye and this moron is coming toward me with a big knife. So, take care.
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{A/N: Sorry guys he ran away again but I promise this guy will be catch by me sooner or later and sorry for the disturbance and please continue in the chapter.}
Evan discovered this place through some friends at the orphanage when he was just a regular kid, able to hang out with them.
He vividly recalls his friend describing this place as a paradise for those who love gaming, which made him long to visit.
Without hesitation, he went inside and discovered many intriguing things.
Looking around, he saw various games like pool tables, bowling alleys, and more. However, what captivated him the most was the floor above, bustling with gaming computers where many people were engrossed in playing, including kids in school uniforms, seemingly skipping school for the games.
As he continued to explore, he noticed people using the PCs for various activities, from gaming to chatting with friends. He was even surprised to see some girls gaming, as he had never imagined that girls enjoyed such activities.
{A/N: I'm saying this because Evan, who has just left the orphanage, always thinks that girls don't like games and that only boys enjoy coming to this place to play games.}
'Well, everyone has the choice to do what they want, so it's not much of a surprise,' he thought as he started looking around. Suddenly, as he was passing by a gaming area where some schoolboys were playing, his leg got caught in something, and he stumbled onto the guy who was playing the game next to him.
"What have you done?" the guy exclaimed as Evan, who was on the ground, sat up to find the guy looking at him angrily.
"Sorry, sir, my leg got caught on something," Evan explained, but the guy didn't listen and grabbed Evan's hair, pulling him towards the screen to show him something.