Chapter 659: The Logic of the World
These defeated from the Soul Battlefield have obviously been fully accepted by the Dream World. The most obvious point is that even though they possess hair of different colors and their faces are quite different from the city residents, no one finds it strange.
For example, Roland himself has long grey hair, a high-bridged nose and light grey eyes. If he were in his original world, he would definitely attract a lot of attention.
The residents are now just like ordinary people – young men bite into fried dough sticks, holding briefcases and newspapers as they hurry along, probably to catch the company’s early bus; older people gather in twos and threes in the open space in front of the apartment building, some waving their limbs, leisurely doing morning exercises, while others set up chess stalls, playing a game of Chinese chess with like-minded friends.
In addition to the undulating chirping of cicadas, the cries of babies, the shouts of vendors, and the sounds of early mornings coming from the corridors are gradually merging into the morning breeze, mixing with the urban noise from all directions, forming a symphony unique to the era of tube-shaped buildings.
This scene full of life makes Roland feel particularly nostalgic.
At this moment, a woman ran along the alley.
Roland's chopsticks trembled subconsciously, it was Garcia Wimbledon.
She was wearing a light tracksuit, revealing her snow-white thighs, her grey hair tied on top of her head, and a towel around her neck. Sweat soaked her collar, and fine beads of sweat could also be seen on her arms. She had obviously been running for a long time.
To his surprise, the people in the alley all turned their gazes to her, and many guys whistled, looking particularly excited, as if they had seen a celebrity.
Garcia ignored them, and her footsteps didn’t stop, she passed through the alley streets like the wind, and finally disappeared into the apartment building entrance.
“It’s really that Garcia!” someone exclaimed in the noodle shop.
“I told you, you can see her if you get up early. As long as the weather is good, she runs here for an hour every day.”
“This is 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 competition coming up, right?”
“I’ll support her no matter what. I hope she can win in the end.”
“Nonsense, she’s a genius!”
The surrounding discussions surprised Roland. It felt like the residents here were very familiar with Garcia. And what does the competition refer to? Could she be a rising star in the sports world?
Taking advantage of the boss coming over to wipe the table, he drank the last mouthful of soup, took out his wallet and asked, “Why, is that woman just now very famous?”
The boss looked at him with a surprised expression, "You're not from here, are you? Everyone in the Tube Street knows about Garcia xiaojie."
“I just moved here not long ago,” Roland's curiosity grew even stronger. “What does she do?”
“She’s a martial artist!”
“Pfft!” He almost spat out his saliva. “Cough cough... what?”
“Hey, you’ll know if you watch TV. She’s the most famous person in this area. And it’s precisely because she lives here that we can continue to live here.”
“Why?”
The boss pointed behind Roland, “Look there.”
He turned his head and looked. He hadn't noticed it just now, but now he saw a large “Demolish” character painted on the wall of the shop across the alley.
“Demolition?”
“That’s right. The development company has long wanted to demolish this place and build skyscrapers, saying that Tube Street is too old and an eyesore in the city's prosperous area. That’s their bullshit. This should be considered a cultural relic!” The boss sighed while finding change. “Those guys want to move us all to the suburbs. If Garcia hadn’t revealed this on TV and won the support of many people, the developers would probably have started kicking people out already.”
Roland twitched his lips, “That’s really… a bit much.”
“So we all support Garcia xiaojie,” the boss said with a smile as he patted the change into his hand. “Since you’re a member of Tube Street now, you’ll become one of her supporters sooner or later!”
……
Although the Dream World uses some incredible power to piece together some obviously inconsistent fragments, this is too absurd.
What are martial artists? A new Olympic event?
And demolish the Soul Building? This place is connected to the gate leading to memory fragments, and the Creator lives here!
So the reason he can live here is thanks to Third Sister?
Roland returned to room 0825 with complicated feelings. Gielah just sleepily walked out of the bedroom.
Her hair was a mess, her dress was wrinkled, and one side of her neckline was sliding down, revealing half of her shoulder. “Uncle, you’re up? I’ll make breakfast now.”
“No need, I already ate, and I even brought you something to eat.”
Roland put the fried egg pancake, siu mai, and milk he bought on the table, then turned on the TV.
The little girl sat down at the table with a puzzled look. “Why are you getting up earlier and earlier now?”
“I told you I found a job, so naturally I can’t sleep in anymore. Your family sent you your living expenses, and the company also paid my first salary, so we don’t have to worry about money for now.”
“We still have to save money. Who knows how long you can last, and the vegetables in the refrigerator haven’t been eaten yet.” Even so, Gielah quickly devoured the breakfast.
“By the way, do you know Garcia?”
“Of course, Garcia is a genius,” she pouted. “She joined the Martial Arts Association at the age of twenty. I heard she hasn’t had a single defeat in the preliminaries. The classmates in my class all regard her as an idol, but I think it’s boring to see two people fighting on stage.”
Putting aside why Garcia is called sister, while he is called uncle, according to the little girl, these martial artists have even formed an organization?
“Martial artists… are there many?”
“Only a handful,” Gielah glanced at him. “Uncle, don’t even think about it. Not everyone has this talent. Only those who have awakened the Power of Nature have the possibility of walking this path. And awakening is only the entry condition. Without perseverance and determination, you will only end up becoming a puppet of power, bringing a lot of trouble to everyone for nothing.”
“Uh… how do you know so much?”
“That’s what our teacher said. He also said that instead of fantasizing about becoming a martial artist, you should do more homework and strive to become a useful person to society in the future.” After washing up in the bathroom, she picked up her bag and walked towards the door. “I have a full day of classes today. I’m leaving.”
After Gielah left, Roland reached out his hand and felt the strange power in his heart.
Could this be what she calls the Power of Nature?
He suddenly became full of interest in the Dream World – becoming a puppet of power, doesn’t that sound a bit like magic backlash? In order to contain the memory of the Devourer, what kind of self-consistent rules has it generated?
According to the original plan, Roland had planned to visit the school library.
But now he had a new idea.