Chapter 236: Amya


    ''Where the heck am I?''


    Famin questioned, looking across the ce he was in. He found himself in a small room lying on a bed with a quilt covering his body. As he started to move, his body stung. Looking at his arms, he saw bandages.


    Raising his head with some difficulty, he tried to determine the ce he was in.


    "Oh, you''re awake?"


    He heard a female voice and immediately looked at the door that led to another room. The voice belonged to a ponytailed girl about his age. She was the girl that the men who beat him up were talking to.


    Famin, however, was clueless as to who this person is. He hadn''t noticed her in the shop.


    "Uh." Seeing someone unfamiliar, he didn''t know what he should say.


    "How are you feeling?" The girl approached him and asked.


    "I...I''m fine. Where am I?" Famin was nervous for a while, then eventually calmed down when he figured that the other party didn''t seem to have harmful intentions to him.


    "Where else? It''s my ce. Do you like it?" The ponytailed girl replied with a smile.


    "It''s good. Um, thanks for this." Famin expressed his gratitude. As he tried to get up, he was stopped by the ponytailed girl. Confusedly, he looked at her. "What''s wrong? I believe that I''m fine."


    The ponytailed girl didn''t answer immediately. She pulled her hand back and walked to the other room. Secondster, she brought a ss filled with water and passed it over to Famin. "Here, have this. Then, listen to me properly."


    Famin felt that the girl was quite kind and drank the water. "Okay"


    "You have to quickly leave the ce." The ponytailed girl said with a serious look on her face.


    "Ah, I was just going to do that-"


    "No. Not like that. You have to leave the block."


    For a few seconds, Famin didn''t know why she would say something like that but then, he recalled the events that happened prior. He quickly figured out that the reason she told him to leave was likely because she ''felt'' that he wasn''t a Yvadian.


    Awkwardlyughing, he said. "There seems to be a misunderstanding. I''m a Yvadian."


    "Sure, you are." The ponytailed girl gave a light smile. "Anyways, it''s better for you to leave as soon as possible. If those three men see you again, they would let''s not go there."


    Famin got anxious when he heard her. "But I''m really a Yvadian wait, were you there when they were beating me up?"


    An awkward smile crept over the ponytailed girl''s face. "I''m sorry. It wasn''t suitable for me to appear back then. Even if I did, it''s unlikely that I could have ''saved'' you. Regardless, I apologize."


    "Oh no, there''s no need to apologize. I was just curious. Nice to meet you, I''m Famin." Famin introduced himself with a smile. He was an open-minded and humble person. Having been bullied his whole life, he had grown to appreciate people who help him in any way. He was greatly thankful to her as in his entire life, this was one of the few instances anyone had even bothered to help him.


    The ponytailed girl stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his hand with hers. "Call me Amya."


    "Amya uh, is a good name I guess." Needless to say,munication was not Famin''s strong point. "Okay then I''m leaving." He decided that it''s better to leave the ce. Thus, he raised his upper body.


    Amya pushed him back.


    "What''s wrong?" Famin again showed a confused expression. "Didn''t I say that I was leaving?"


    "You are leaving the house, not the block," Amya said with a straightforward expression.


    Famin''s eyes widened. "How do you know that?" Soon after, he realized that he had made a blunder.


    "Well, now I know." Amya showed a crafty smile, then her face quickly turned serious. "Look, I''m serious. People are out to get you. If they were to see you, thews of the Provincial Government couldn''t protect you because thisnd is only partially under the governance and jurisdiction of the Provincial Government."


    "People are out to ''get'' me? What do you mean? Do they want to kill me?" Famin appeared highly skeptical of what she said.


    "Precisely," Amya answered in a serious tone.


    "..."


    "..."


    After a moment of staring into each other''s eyes, Famin burst intoughter. "Hahaha! Hahaha that was a good one."


    Amya snorted. "Yeah,ugh. Laugh all you want because this might be thest moment you canugh."


    "Oh, uhm, sorry. I didn''t mean to offend you. I just find the notion of people out to kill someone in broad daylight er, moonlight very odd."


    Unlike the pre-apocalyptic period, the crime rates are significantly lower in the modern post-apocalyptic world. With over fifteen hundred years of civilization since the Silent Age, humanity has adopted newws and regtions. The culture had also evolved since the pre-apocalyptic period.


    These two factors yed an immense role in recreating and reforming the society. The world of today learned from its predecessors. Even though the new world (post-apocalyptic period) still has close cultural and social ties with the old world (pre-apocalyptic period), reforms were made. The original ancestors came to know of the ws of the old world and thus restructured the foundation of the world.


    Moral standards had also changed.


    That''s not to say that crime was ''banned''.


    If that were to be the case, a certain person wouldn''te across people selling organs.


    If that were to be the case, a certain organization specifically designed for the purpose of threatening humanity wouldn''t have existed.


    If that were to be the case, a certain group of people wanting to kill its own kind wouldn''t have existed.


    If that were to be the case, a certain person''s former girlfriend''s and cousin''s life wouldn''t be put in danger.


    Nothing is absolute. Imperfections are the reason mankind could strive for perfection. Utopia doesn''t exist, will never exist, and shouldn''t exist. It doesn''t exist because society is wed. It won''t exist because society is wed. And it shouldn''t exist because society is wed and it''s a utopia in itself.


    The best way to exin it would be - morals have ''upgraded''. The upgrade is less of a product of society, environment, and teachings and more because of theck of necessity.


    That''s why Faminughed at the notion of him getting chased by religious extremists simply because he belonged to a different religion, especially one that was out to kill him. Although his confidence is rather confusing since he was beaten up by religious extremists not long ago.


    Amya had a face that had the word "offended" written on her face. Secondster, she sighed. "Okay, I''ll believe you for the time being."


    "Uh yeah, thanks." Famin nodded, then raised his upper body which was, for the third time, pushed back. "Now, what?"


    "First, tell me your origins. Truthfully." Amya ced heavy emphasis on the word ''truthfully''.


    "My origin? Why do you want to know that?" Famin asked in curiosity.


    "So I can prove that you are indeed a Yvadian. If you are one, you surely have some documents that you are indeed a Yvadian, right?" Amya asked.


    "Oh, I do have them at my ce. Let''s see I have a birth certificate that wouldn''t prove that I''m a Yvadian because I grew up in an orphanage and it was inurate. Later, when my parents"


    Amya felt that there was something wrong with what he had said. "Wait, didn''t you say that you grew up in an orphanage? How can your adopted parents prove that you were a Yvadian? Were they Yvadians as well?"


    "I never said they were adopted. They are my biological parents who, for some reason, left me at the orphanage. Whatever, it''splicated. I do have legal documents that prove I''m a Yvadian." Famin clearly showed signs that he wasn''t willing to talk about it.


    Amya blinked her eyes, revealing deep curiosity but didn''t linger on that topic. "Back to the point, where did youe from? Did you always live in the block?"


    "No. It''s been around two I think it''s been less than two weeks since I came here. I''m a member of Community Service in the area around the Eastern Dream Academy. Previously, I used to work in North Linin. Two months ago, Civil Laureates arrived and hosted a testing. Like many others, I tested and was given a schrship for studying in the academy. And well here I am." Famin briefly exined.


    The testing he was referring to was affinity testing.


    "Okay, North Linin. Which document are you referring to? Does the document say you are from North Linin?" Amya stood up.


    Famin replied in the affirmative while lying on the floor. "Citizens Approval Number (CAN). Yes, my address and religion are mentioned."


    "Where is it?"


    "In my ce?"


    "Where is your ce?"


    "Um this block?" Famin answered in an unsure manner.