Chapter 659: The Logic of the World

These defeated souls from the battlefield of souls have obviously been completely accepted by the dream world. The most obvious point is that they obviously have hair of different colors, and their faces are also very different from those of the city residents, but no one thinks it is weird.

For example, Roland himself has long gray hair, a tall nose bridge and light gray eyes. If placed in the original world, he would definitely attract everyone's attention.

Residents are now just like ordinary people—young guys are biting deep-fried dough sticks, carrying briefcases and newspapers in a hurry, probably to catch the company’s morning bus; Some are waving their limbs and doing morning exercises leisurely, while some set up a chess booth and play a game of chess with their colleagues.

In addition to the ups and downs of cicadas, the cries of babies, the shouts of hawkers and the sound of morning reading from the corridor gradually merged into the morning wind, mixed with the urban noise from all directions, forming a scene belonging to the Tongzilou era. Unique symphony.

This scene full of life made Roland feel very nostalgic.

Just then, a woman ran down the alley.

The chopsticks in Roland's hand shook subconsciously, and that person was Garcia Wimbledon.

She was wearing light sportswear, showing her white thighs, her gray hair was tied on top of her head, and there was a towel hanging around her neck. Sweat soaked her collar, and fine beads of sweat could be seen on her arms, obviously she had been running for a long time.

To his surprise, all the people in the alley turned their gazes on her at the same time, and many of them whistled, looking very excited, as if they saw a star.

But Garcia ignored it, kept walking, passed through the alleys and streets like the wind, and finally disappeared at the entrance of the apartment building.

"It's really that Garcia!" Someone in the powder shop exclaimed.

"I'm not wrong, you can see her when you get up early, as long as the weather is good, she will run here for an hour every day."

"It's the first time I've ever met a character on TV."

"She looks much better than she looks on TV."

"By the way, Garcia has an important match recently, right?"

"No matter what, I support her and hope she can win to the end."

"Nonsense, she is a genius!"

The surrounding discussions surprised Roland. How come it feels like the residents here are very familiar with Garcia. What does the competition mean? Could it be that she is a new star in the sports world?

When the boss came to clean the table, he drank the last sip of soup, took out his wallet and asked, "Why, was that woman famous just now?"

The boss looked at him with a surprised expression, "You don't live here, right? Is there anyone in Tongzi Street who doesn't know Miss Garcia's name."

"I just moved here not long ago." Roland became more curious. "What does she do?"

"She's a fighter!"

"Pfft!" He almost spit out his saliva, "cough cough... what?"

"Hey, just watch the TV, she's the most famous person in this area, and it's because she lives here that we can live here."

"Why?"

The boss pointed behind Roland, "Look there."

He looked back, he didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he found a big sign "Chaizi" drawn on the wall of the shop across the alley.

"Demolition?"

"Yeah, the development company has long wanted to demolish this place and build a new skyscraper, saying that Tongzi Street is too old, and it is unsightly to put it in the bustling area of ​​the city. Put their bullshit on it, it is clearly a cultural relic building!" the boss said. While looking for money, he sighed, "Those people wanted to move us all to the outskirts of the city. If Garcia hadn't revealed this matter on TV and won the support of many people, the developers would probably have already started driving people away."

Roland twitched the corner of his mouth, "That's really...a bit too much."

"That's why we all support Ms. Garcia." The boss smiled and patted the change into his hands. "Since you are a member of Tongzi Street, you will sooner or later be surrounded by her!"

...

Although the dream will use some incredible power in order to piece together some obviously inconsistent fragments, but this is too unimaginable.

What is a martial artist? Is it a new event for the Olympics?

And demolition of the building of the soul? There is a gate leading to the memory fragments, and the Creator of the World lives here!

Feeling that he can live here, thanks to the third sister?

Roland returned to Room 0825 with mixed feelings, just as Zero walked out of the bedroom sleepily.

Her hair was messed up, and her dress was wrinkled. One side of the neckline slid down, revealing half of her shoulders. "Uncle, are you up? I'll make breakfast right now."

"No, I've already eaten, and I brought you something to eat by the way."

Roland put the bought omelette, siu mai and milk on the table, and then turned on the TV.

The little girl walked down the table with a puzzled look on her face, "Why are you getting up earlier and earlier?"

"I said I found a job. Naturally, I can't sleep in anymore. Your family has called you for living expenses, and the company has also paid your first salary. You don't have to worry about money for the time being."

"That should be saved, who knows how long you can last, and the food in the refrigerator hasn't been eaten yet." Having said that, Zero quickly cleaned up the breakfast.

"By the way, do you know Garcia?"

"Of course, Sister Garcia is a genius," she pouted, "I joined the Martial Arts Association at the age of 20, and I heard that she has never lost a single game in the qualifiers. Her classmates regard her as an idol, but I think It's not interesting for the two to fight back and forth on stage."

Leaving aside why Garcia is called a sister, but she is an uncle, according to the little girl, these fighters actually set up an organization?

"Martialists...are there many?"

"There are only a handful of them," Zero glanced at him, "Don't think about it, uncle, not everyone has this talent, only those who have awakened the power of nature can embark on this path. And the awakened It is just an entry requirement, without perseverance and perseverance, it will only become a puppet of power in the end, and it will cause a lot of trouble for everyone.”

"Uh... how do you know so much?"

"What our teacher said, he also said, if you have time to fantasize about becoming a martial artist, it's better to do two more sets of exercises, and strive to be a useful person in society in the future." She went to the bathroom to wash up, and then He picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the gate, "Today I have a whole day of class, so I'm leaving."

After Zero left, Roland stretched out his hand, feeling the strange power in his heart.

Could this be what she called a force of nature?

He was suddenly full of interest in the dream world—becoming a puppet of power, why does it sound a bit like magic backlash? In order to accommodate the memory of the Devourer, what kind of self-consistent rules did it generate?

According to the original plan, Roland planned to visit the school library.

But now he has new ideas.