After climbing more than a dozen floors in one breath, Roland felt his feet ache when he relaxed.
There was no elevator in this old-fashioned building. Even in his dream, he was glad that he did not appear on the top floor.
There was no doubt that it was Zero who caused all this, but it was not entirely Zero — because no one would take revenge on him in this way.
The only purpose of painstakingly creating this strange dream was to let him witness her failure. Not only was she deprived of her memory as a Pure Witch, but she also became a defenseless junior high school student?
For a moment, many evil ideas popped up in Roland's mind.
Based on Zero's current appearance, no matter what he did to her, she would not be able to resist.
Could this also be considered revenge?
It could only be said that Zero did something at that time to make the incredible recasting of her memory, but the final result was not what she wanted to see.
If this extraordinarily large tube-shaped building was a faithful reflection of Zero's memory, then it was just a building.
In the distance, the rising and falling skyscrapers and the ceaseless flow of vehicles and pedestrians on the street were obviously his memory — a soul from the modern world.
Zero and the person she devoured were integrated into this dream as a modern person, which meant that her attempt had completely failed.
This was a more reasonable inference.
What about himself?
Roland slowly walked downstairs while thinking about this question.
He did not belong here, at least not in this Loser's Building. A very obvious feature was that he still had a complete memory, knew that he was in a dream, and could leave this place at any time.
Of course, next he would have to order a more convenient falling tool. Last time when he fell from the sofa and hit his head, he could still feel a dull pain this time, which meant that the dream had reached a level of authenticity.
If that was the case, how far could it go in terms of richness?
Was it all-encompassing or just an empty shell?
...
Roland returned to room 0825 and carefully examined the residence again.
It was a standard one bedroom and three living rooms without a balcony. The three single rooms were Roland's bedroom, Zero's bedroom, and a utility room. The storage room was filled with large items, such as an old-fashioned bicycle without a flywheel, a sewing machine, a rusted iron door, and so on. They probably wouldn't be worth much even if they were sold as scrap.
Roland then walked to the door of Zero's bedroom. There was an obvious notice on the door: No unauthorized entry.
However, this kind of warning was nothing to Roland.
He unceremoniously pushed open the door, and a faint fragrance floated into his nose.
In the small room, the furniture was arranged neatly. Even the bed was folded. The clean table and floor were spotless. It was hard to believe that a middle school student could do this.
After Roland walked around, his eyes were quickly attracted by a cartoon diary placed at the corner of the desk.
She actually had the habit of keeping a diary?
This was a good opportunity to learn more about Zero's past.
For him, peeking at a little girl's diary in his dream did not give him any psychological pressure.
Roland picked up the pink book and found a plastic lock on the side.
However, this kind of thing was not difficult for him at all.
The function of the plastic lock was to increase the psychological comfort of the child, and it had no function to prevent peeking. Roland found two toothpicks, inserted them into the keyhole, and picked the lock after a while.
He turned to the first page. Although the handwriting on the paper was immature, there were few ink spots and alterations. Obviously, she was quite serious when writing these things.
[February 16, because the school moved, I was sent to a different family. The owner is called Roland, an uncle who is not very particular. He works in a bar and often sleeps during the day, goes out at night, and comes back in the early hours of the morning. He always has an unpleasant smell of alcohol on him. I really don't want to live here, but my family says that he asks for the least boarding fee and food. They don't allow me to say one more word, or they will send me to the countryside. ]
What the hell is this background? Roland could not help but grit his teeth. Ever since he was young, the number of times he went to a bar could be counted on one hand, not to mention working there. But the dream itself was an unreasonable place. It often spliced many unrelated fragments together, and it didn't feel strange at all in the dream.
Thinking of this, he could not be bothered to argue with the dream.
[February 27, school started. Uncle Roland seems to have lost his job. He looks very dispirited. His dinner became instant noodles, and I had to buy them.] ]
[March 2, recently all my pocket money has been spent on instant noodles. This can't go on. The magazine said that twelve years old is the period when the body is growing, and we must ensure adequate nutrition. I have to negotiate with my uncle. If I get beaten up, I will … endure it. I don't want to go to the countryside. ]
[March 3, he agreed to my proposal. That's great! Every month he gives me a portion of my living expenses to buy fresh food. However, as long as I am not at school, I have to make all three meals. Who is taking care of who? Why do I feel that he should give me a higher salary? Whatever, I often have to do these things at home anyway. I'm used to it. ]
[June 8, after coming to the new city for three months, I have gradually adapted here. I have made many friends and my grades are the best in my class. Although Uncle Roland is very careless and always slovenly, he is actually not a bad person. At least he has never beaten me. Unfortunately, he still has not found a job. It looks like he is about to give up. This is not a good sign. It is impossible to support him and me with the living expenses from home alone. I have to think of a way to help him. ]
[June 22, hmm … it is so hard to earn money. I drew some cartoons and sold them to my classmates in cram school. In the end, I only earned 15 yuan. This is not even enough for two days of food. Right, was my tone with my uncle a little too casual recently? After all, he is an adult. It is a little rude, but I can't help it. Is this the rebellious phase? ]
[June 25, God, I was scared to death today. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Uncle Roland fall from the chair. Luckily, there was a sofa underneath. Putting the chair so high, is he trying to commit suicide? It is so infuriating. If he hurt himself, won't it be even more difficult to find a job? Forget it, I will ask him tomorrow what is going on. ]
It only took Roland half an hour to finish reading the whole diary, leaving out the unimportant details. She also had a general understanding of the reason why Zero lived in the same house with her.
The dream world seemed to have fabricated a background that suited everyone's identity in the modern era. This was undoubtedly an extremely complicated structure, and it was probably impossible for him to complete it by himself. It was no wonder that he had been unconscious for almost two months after the Soul Duel.
When he locked the diary and put it back in its original position, Roland could not help but be startled.
There was a stack of books on the desk, which seemed to be the little girl's teaching materials.
He swallowed and reached out to move all the textbooks over.
The first was language, the second was ideological and moral education. When he flipped to the third book, his breathing became a little faster.
That was the chemistry textbook used by middle school students.
Its content was very simple. There were very few words and most of them were illustrations. At first glance, it looked like 100,000 whys. However, when Roland turned to the last page, a long folded page fell out.
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