Since I Didn't have Anything Left to Lose in Life after my House Burned Down, I Bought a Dark Elf Slave with the Remains of my Meager Savings - Chapter 11.1
Comments for chapter "Chapter 11.1"
I appreciate the author trying to give his MC flaws and failures, it’s a good practice for building characters with depth. Unfortunately, this failure is way too drastic to be supported by the rest of the story, and also, this was a pretty silly story up until now. It was plenty of failure to have the boy die. Being a coward who condemns this newly widowed mother to purgatory, rather than face her tears, is too contemptible to be part of a sympathetic character’s backstory.
What gives this pair of arseholes the right to decide that instead of telling the boy’s mother the truth, that they were too late to save her son, that they’ll just let her believe that he’s still alive but missing so she can spend the rest of her life pointlessly looking for him… just so they can feel better themselves about failing to save him ? They get to decide who gets to grieve ?!
all this goofy ass waffling is crazy when the only thing you could control is bringing her son back to her and you literally chose not to, guy’s just a selfish asshole crying about dealing with death meanwhile the mom is a million times worse off and she lost her family and you can’t even give her closure
I don’t want to be that guy but… I could’ve handled it better
He shoud have at least shown her the grave.
To the PR she’s not a bitch she’s realistic you obviously don’t know much by saying that. She cares more about the MC than a random child she met once who mind you tried stealing from them, think and use that small brain maybe you’ll understand why the author put that in.
All things consider, it was pretty cowardly not to bring the body back to the mother.
I’m pretty sure either way she is gonna off herself eventually. If she can get closure sooner rather than later, she won’t suffer as long.
I really don’t agree with how the MC handled the situation this time.
Dead
Poor lass
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Nah I get it, that sudden moment when the reality of mortality kicks in. I spent about 3 month thinking about that stuff when it first hit me. then I realized “Worrying about dying is actually more stressful than the imminent death that Im imagining” so I remembered the wise words of my friend a long time ago “shit happens, deal with it” and just stopped caring about it. I still feel it every now and then but i can get over it pretty easily now.
Supposedly he will revive from the grave under that potion.