Capítulo 861: Chapter 430: “Blood-nosed Rat” Jerry
Jerry felt very conflicted about his nickna, “Blood-nosed Rat.”
On one hand, as the na given to him by others at the port, it wasn’t exactly impressive, and the source of it still felt sowhat embarrassing to him.
The specific source was a gang fight three years ago, where he got punched by a muscular Half orc, breaking his nose. Even the dagger he was holding didn’t manage to draw blood, and he passed out until the fight was over and his companions woke him up.
Later, when his brothers took him to the tavern for drinks, the blood under his nose wasn’t wiped clean. Having grown up without parents and hungry in the alleys of the Saltwater District, he had never really eaten his fill, so by adulthood, he was a head shorter and skinnier than others, standing in the crowd like a rat. Thus, an adventurer at the next table gave him the nickna “Blood-nosed Rat.”
Initially, Jerry didn’t take it seriously, just considered it a joke by others, given his poor performance in that fight.
But surprisingly, none of the grand titles he gave himself were rembered, and instead, this embarrassing nickna stuck around to this day.
On the other hand, three years have passed, and he has to admit that it’s precisely this vulgar nickna that has earned him so notoriety among the lowlifes in the Saltwater District, even recruiting three or so followers.
Occasionally, when drinking in the tavern, there were even a few adventurers who recognized him and could call out his nickna, “Blood-nosed Rat.”
This made Jerry feel a bit smug, as if as long as those well-equipped Big Shots called him that, he could stand on equal footing with them, feeling quite majestic, even raising his head higher while walking, as if he too had beco a Big Shot ruling the seas.
Of course, growing up in the alleys of the Saltwater District, he has learned through bumps and bruises the inherent rules of this place:
——Soone like him doesn’t have the right to take on a serious nickna that appears impressive at first glance.
Usually, they’re based on derogatory terms like “Rat,” “Bug,” or “One-eye,” “La,” or “Rotten teeth.”
Otherwise, if they’re even slightly positive, it’s very likely to cause trouble.
And if one doesn’t have enough strength, taking such nicknas is a dead end.
After all, if you take sothing like “White Shark of the Saltwater District” or “Tiger of the Wharf,” those “One-eye” or “Mute” in the tavern might co over to “greet” you, asking why you’re so superior just by your nickna.
In this scenario, his nickna “Blood-nosed Rat” was just right; not too flashy, yet distinctively different from those at the drinking tables like “Crooked Mouth” or “Tilted Eye.”
It even has a “Blood” character, which upon first glance, carries a bit of montum.
To this day, except for feeling embarrassed about the origin of his nickna, he is completely satisfied with it otherwise.
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Jerry is a local of Suo Yu Bay.
As a child, his dream was to eat to his fill every day and hopefully have a plate of fried eggs every week—he had seen adults eat them at the entrance of a restaurant once, and the rich aroma from the high-temperature sizzling was enough to beco the repeated dream for a hungry child for countless nights.
Growing up and mixing on the streets, he then hoped to beco one of those impressive gang bosses, walking casually on the street with dozens of underlings behind him, with no one daring to look down on him.
Even today, his dream remains the sa.
Only now, years of street experience have made him much more pragmatic compared to before.
At least he no longer fantasizes about suddenly becoming a Big Shot famous throughout Suo Yu Bay, but plans to start from the bottom and slowly climb up step by step.
Today, Jerry has taken a solid step toward the beautiful future of his dreams.
Even though he didn’t participate directly as before and rely stood by to keep watch, he received the promise of a friend with whom he had so previous dealings, who’s currently doing well.
Once this matter is completely settled, he will end his years of wandering life on the streets to beco an official mber of the Corner Shark Gang.
Jerry was very excited, even starting to fantasize about his upcoming gang life.
He also couldn’t help wanting to do sothing for the Corner Shark Gang to raise his presence.
Right now, having just finished the action, although he doesn’t know what the Big Shots in the gang did, after separating from the main group, he instinctively took over the collection of this month’s protection fee for the gang.
“Damn it, opened in such a corner, what kind of custors can it have on normal days?”
“If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve been mixing in alleys since childhood, the average person would only end up in this damned place by getting lost!”
Turning his head to spit into the puddle of dirty water on the ground, Jerry looked disdainful and complained, pretending to be rough.
Seeing the two much taller followers behind him grinning and playing along, he unconsciously revealed a satisfied smile.
He swung his arms in large motions back and forth beside his body, making an effort to show an arrogant, swaggering deanor as he walked.
Upon reaching the store door of the “Salmon Roe” Grocery Store, he paused slightly, contemplating giving the store owner a taste of his authority.
Jerry furrowed his brows deeply, held his expression tight, brewed his emotions within before…
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