Another World: My life is on the rise!

On the first day when she was thrown here.

Many children wanted to take her clothes and dolls.

She stood up and fought with those children to protect her.

The next day.

A boy who was beaten by her was resentful. When he returned here, he tried to attack her from behind with an iron nail. She bit the guy's wrist and it bled a lot.

From then on, they became friends.

At least for the girl named Shirley, she regarded her as the only friend in this cellar.

"We will escape sooner or later."

She often said to her.

"And we must escape, especially for me. If I grow up, I will not be able to do the work here. There are many gaps in those gears that I can't get into. After I am useless, they will definitely kill me because I don't look good."

The picture changed again.

The irritating roar of the steam engine sounded in my ears. The hot underground was full of huge gears and conveyor belts that kept running.

And Lin En finally saw clearly the work they were forced to do every day.

A few years old child.

Driven by the whip, stuffed into the gap of the gear meshing, using the simplest tools, day after day, cleaning the impurities in the deepest gaps that adults can hardly reach. Many children have serious burns and whip marks, and most of them have lost their hearing in the long roar.

And Black String Moon, his puppet lady.

At the age of only five or six, she was also stuffed into the mechanical wheel, mechanically acting as an industrial part day after day.

But she has one advantage.

She never cries, collapses, or shouts.

Even if she was whipped on her back with long blood marks, her eyes were empty, as if she could not feel any pain.

She can't speak.

So many children here call her a little mute.

Every day, they have to stay in the gap of the gears for more than ten hours, and then they will be driven back to the dark cellar by the adults. They are only provided with one meal a day and can only sleep for a few hours. There are new faces every day, and there are new corpses every day.

Most children can't survive here for more than two weeks. A small number can last for a month, but by that time they have lost their human form.

But there is only Shirley.

Her only friend here.

She has been here for two years.

One of her ears is deaf, and there are burn scars on her face. She said that when she came here for the first month, she accidentally touched the hot bearing and got burned. She is very good at finding food. She will secretly drink the oil used as lubricant on the gears when the foremen are not paying attention. She will also pick up some bread crumbs and smelly fish left by the foremen on the way back.

She has been struggling to survive.

"You should have a good intention. You can hear me talking, and you can react when I snatch your things. But you are a little different. When I was your age, I was already playing around everywhere, laughing and joking. Although I didn't know any words, I could already speak."

"But you are really beautiful, just like a porcelain doll. You can tell at a glance that you are not a child from an ordinary family. But you must remember that being beautiful here is a sin, so you must not wash your face... But it's useless to talk to you, you don't understand anything."

"Well... Actually, you look like one of my sisters. When I was sold by my family, my sister was the same age as you."

"She was very cute and would secretly pick up shells on the beach for me, but later she died. A plague broke out in the village, and many people had nothing to eat. One day, my father took my sister out, and then my sister never came back. When we were eating meat, I thought she might also be in someone else's house. Later I found out that she was dead."

Every night.

After snatching the food, she would say a lot to her.

She was not a talkative person, because talking also consumes physical energy, but in front of this little girl who could not speak, she seemed to have endless words to say.

And she had been listening quietly with her eyes open.

It was just that after she talked about her sister's death, she could hear her low sobbing when people fell asleep, and the sound was very small, as small as an illusion.

That was her first time.

She put the doll that she had been holding tightly in her arms in her arms.

Because it was given by her mother.

And she would not cry if she held it.

But she did not hold her doll, she held her, shivering all night, whispering her sister's name in her sleep.

And that night was the only day that she did not hear the rustling sound, which seemed to be the sound of mice gnawing, and the mice here have always been much more tenacious than them.

It was working day after day.

Every day seemed to have no changes.

It was as if Shirley's cheerful personality had also influenced her. Although she still couldn't speak, she listened to the many stories told to her by the older girl in the darkness every night, and felt her overflowing optimistic spirit. It seemed that occasionally, a glimmer of stars would flash in her empty eyes.

Life is still miserable, but it does not feel hopeless.

She just tried many times to open her mouth.

But still couldn't speak.

She encouraged her to be bold and be able to act like a normal girl...

The days passed by.

The children in the cellar also changed round after round.

Finally that day.

she said.

It was her thirteenth birthday.

She didn’t know what a birthday was, but she just felt very happy because she said that this day was a sacred day for everyone. However, there seemed to be a trace of fear in her eyes because she was long. One year older.

I thought nothing had changed.

Until that day.

It was still the underground factory that never saw the light of day. When they all got into the gaps between the gears and bearings, Shirley was left behind.

She has grown up.

The gaps that were not narrow to them in the past have reached the point where it is difficult for Shirley to get in even if she squeezes the bones hard. Even the largest gaps are difficult for her. It has also become a very difficult thing.

She watched from the gap as Shirley, who was trying hard to get into that position, was pulled out by the foremen.

They seemed to be negotiating something.

She could see that pleading look on Sherry's face for the first time.

But she was still shackled, grabbed by the hair, and dragged in the direction of the iron door with a scolding voice. She knew what that iron door was, because many sick children were taken out of that iron door. And then they never came back.

That moment.

Lin En saw fear for the first time in her empty eyes.

That was her very, very few expressions of emotion.

Shirley is struggling.

She was knocked to the ground impatiently.

But the foreman didn't hit her again. He squatted in front of her and seemed to be sizing her up, his eyes seemed to be saying.

She has grown up.

She was taken away.

Instead of being taken out of the iron door, they were taken into another room. It was a place where children like them were never allowed to set foot. It was a room that only the foremen could go to. A lot of garbage was taken out every day. , there were leftover fish and cheese, broken wine bottles and bread crumbs.

She thought Shirley was dead.

Like all the children who were taken away, they never came back.

But that night, she came back later than all the children.

She also brought a lot of food, normal bread and cheese, and that night all the children in the cellar ate normal food for the first time, and they devoured it as if they had never tasted such delicacies in their lives.

Shirley seems to have changed.

Because in the past, Shirley never shared with other children, she would only share with her, but today, she gives very generously to every child.

There was a smile on her face.

But there seemed to be something very painful in his eyes.

That night, she held her and whispered in her ear.

"We can't wait any longer. We will definitely escape. After we escape, I will take you to the countryside. I know a place with a plantation and my aunt. She will make hot beet soup for us. There will be a warm stove and dry bacon, and I will say you are my sister, you have grown up."