These losers from the Soul Battlefield had obviously been completely accepted by the Dream World. The most obvious thing was that although they had different-colored hair, and their faces were very different from those of the city residents, no one felt that it was strange.
For example, Roland himself had long gray hair, a high nose bridge, and light gray eyes. If he had been in the original world, he would definitely have attracted the attention of many people.
Now, the residents were just like ordinary people. Young men were biting deep-fried dough sticks, carrying briefcases and newspapers under their arms. They were walking in a hurry, probably to catch the early bus to the company. The old people gathered in the open space in front of the apartment building in twos and threes. Some were waving their limbs and doing leisurely morning exercises, while others set up a chess stand and played a game of chess with their friends.
In addition to the undulating chirping of cicadas, the cries of babies, the shouts of hawkers, and the sound of people reading in the corridor also gradually merged with the morning breeze, mixing with the noise of the city from all directions, forming a unique symphony that belonged to the era of the tube-shaped apartment.
This scene, which was full of life, made Roland feel particularly nostalgic.
Just then, a woman ran along the alley.
The chopsticks in Roland's hand trembled subconsciously. It was Garcia Wimbledon.
She was wearing a light sportswear, revealing her snow-white thighs. Her gray hair was tied up on top of her head, and there was a towel hanging around her neck. Sweat soaked her collar, and fine beads of sweat could also be seen on her arms. Apparently, she had been running for a long time.
What surprised him was that the people in the alley all turned their gazes to her at the same time. Many of them even whistled, looking especially excited, as if they had seen a celebrity.
Garcia ignored them and kept running. She passed through the alley like the wind, and finally disappeared at the entrance of the apartment building.
"It's that Garcia!" someone in the noodle shop exclaimed.
"Am I right? If you get up early, you can see her. As long as the weather is good, she will run here for an hour every day."
"It's the first time I've met a character from TV."
"She looks much better than she does on TV."
"By the way, Garcia has an important match recently, right?"
"No matter what, I support her. I hope she can win in the end."
"Nonsense, she's a genius!"
Roland was greatly surprised by the discussions around him. Why did he feel that the residents here were very familiar with Garcia? What was the competition? Was she a rising star in the sports world?
While the boss was wiping the table, he drank the last mouthful of soup, took out his wallet and asked, "Why, is that woman famous?"
The owner looked at him in surprise. "You don't live here, do you? Everyone on Tongzi Street knows Miss Garcia."
"I just moved here not long ago." Roland was even more curious. "What does she do?"
"She's a martial artist!"
"Pfft!" He almost spat out his saliva. "Cough cough … What?"
"Hey, you'll know when you watch TV. She's the most famous person in this area. It's also because she lives here that we can live here."
"Why?"
The owner pointed behind Roland. "Look over there."
He looked back. He hadn't noticed it before, but now he realized that there was a big "Demolition" painted on the wall of the shop opposite the alley.
"Demolition?"
"Yes, the development company has long wanted to demolish this place and build a new skyscraper. They said that Tongzi Street was too old and unsightly in the bustling city. Bullsh * t! This is a cultural relic building!" The owner sighed as he searched for the change. "Those people want to move us to the suburbs. If Garcia hadn't exposed this on TV and won the support of many people, the developers would have started to drive us away."
The corner of Roland's mouth twitched. "That's really … a bit too much."
"That's why we all support Miss Garcia." The owner smiled and slapped the change into his hand. "Since you're a member of Tongzi Street, sooner or later you'll be her supporter!"
…
Although the Dream World would use some unimaginable power to piece together some obviously inconsistent fragments, this was too inconceivable.
What was a martial artist? A new event in the Olympic Games?
And demolishing the Apartment of Souls? This place was connected to the door to the memory fragments, and the Creator lived here!
So it was thanks to Third Sister that he could live here?
With mixed feelings, Roland returned to Room 0825. Zero happened to walk out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes.
Her hair was messy, and her dress was wrinkled. One side of her collar had slipped down, revealing half of her shoulder. "Uncle, you're up? I'll go make breakfast now. "
"There's no need. I've already eaten. I also brought you something to eat."
Roland put the omelets, shumai, and milk on the table and then turned on the TV.
The little girl walked down from the table with a puzzled look. "Why are you getting up so early now?"
"I said I found a job, so I can't sleep in anymore. Your family sent me living expenses, and the company also gave me my first salary. I don't have to worry about money for the time being. "
"You have to use it sparingly. Who knows how long you can last? Besides, there's still food in the fridge." Having said that, Zero quickly finished the breakfast.
"By the way, do you know Garcia?"
"Of course. Sister Garcia is a genius." Zero curled her lips and said, "She joined the Combat Association at the age of 20. I heard that she has never lost in the preliminaries. Everyone in the class regards her as their idol, but I think it's boring for them to fight on the stage."
Not to mention why Garcia was called a sister and he was called an uncle, according to the little girl, these martial artists had formed an organization?
"Are there many … martial artists?"
"There are only a few." Zero glanced at him. "Uncle, don't even think about it. Not everyone has this talent. Only those who have awakened the Force of Nature can walk on this path. Moreover, awakening is only the entry requirement. Without perseverance and perseverance, one will only become a puppet of power and bring a lot of trouble to everyone. "
"Uh … How do you know so much?"
"Our teacher said so. He also said that if you have time to fantasize about becoming a martial artist, you should do more exercises and strive to be a useful person in society." After washing up in the bathroom, she picked up her schoolbag and walked to the door. "I have a whole day of classes today. I'm leaving."
After Zero left, Roland reached out his hand and felt the strange power in his heart.
Could this be her so-called Force of Nature?
He was suddenly interested in the Dream World. Becoming a puppet of power, why does it sound a bit like a magic bite? In order to accommodate the Devourer's memory, what kind of self-consistent rule did it create?
According to the original plan, Roland planned to go to the school library.
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