Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality

In the south area of ​​Jiemen District, people come and go on Weiqu Street, including many young people.

The long holiday for Tom Yam Campus has arrived.

As if to make up for the time they had not spent on the streets during school, too many students who had changed into private servers were walking up and down the streets, enjoying the entertainment around the campus that was originally prepared for students during the holidays.

Food place.

Among this group of students, a certain group of three young people walking side by side still stood out.

One of them wore a mask, a hat, black pants and a white coat, with a streak of white highlights falling on his forehead, leaving only sharp eyebrows to pay attention to the surroundings.

In his hand, he held a cup of drink.

There was a man with a punk haircut and a bright yellow jacket that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. His eyes were wandering around.

In his hand, he also held a cup of drink.

There was another person with ordinary hair and clothes, black pants and a T-shirt, but the other person only had one drink in his hand, and he was holding two!

The two straws were placed in his mouth together, with one protruding from the mouth, but he mastered the unique skill of not hindering his speech.

"You are already carrying the cards of King Airei and Ace Killer. Go and get another Belial card and a Thunder Killer! Don't you know this formula?"

"Is there such a formula?"

Looking at this man who was drinking water and talking at the same time, Omer wondered why he could not choke.

"Oh, it seems that no one in this world has copied "Ultraman Geed". It's really strange to say that," Bize began to shake his head, "No one has copied Orb and Zeta, so there really are people who can resist the Nebula reward.

Aren’t you going to do copywriting?”

"Is there any unexpected resistance? For example, the person involved is also in this world."

Not understanding those works does not prevent him from understanding the words. Homare can easily give several similar examples.

He had read a lot of news involving time travellers, especially the disputes over privacy protection.

When I was copying the text, I found that the characters in the work were also gearing up here, which was really one of life’s great ‘surprises’.

"There's no way it won't be on the news! They're both so big, and Zeta is a pure fool."

"Can you say something that both David and I can understand? David, stop being distracted. What are you thinking about?"

There is no so-called Ultraman Zeta in the 'non-existent memory'. I don't know whether it is because the original owner of the memory has not touched it or simply because the original data damage happened to cover that part. In short, Omo, who did not understand, turned around and said hello.

David did not join the conversation.

"I'm a little curious, has uncle really turned into an electronic ghost?"

"Yes, I originally planned to help him delete the browsing history and hard drive files at his workplace, but he was able to do it himself. It seems that he has mastered the skills of electronic ghosts very well."

"Do you want to see him? I can try to call him out."

David was silent for a moment and shook his head: ".It's better not to disturb him."

".also."

It could be seen that David was a little frowning when he raised this topic, as if he was remembering some bad past. Regarding this, Omo followed his words, and then glanced at Bize.

As expected, this time-traveler who knew the past of David and his group very well was winking at him, trying to activate the 'team voice' function.

If he really added a chip to his brain, he would have a chance to do it, but Bize is obviously still obsessed with the organic body, and he has no tacit understanding of eye contact with Omo.

Let him try to practice spiritual power and telekinesis in the future. Without installing a chip, he can rely on source energy to transmit sounds and enter secrets. At least it is not possible for ordinary people.

But to be honest, the risk of being eavesdropped on that kind of skill is quite high. If someone else is better at it than you, it will become a public free microphone, so Omo didn't learn it himself.

But that doesn’t stop me from urging this guy!

After experiencing the Tianmen City incident, Omo's mentality has changed to some extent. Originally, his energy cultivation and physical training were all step-by-step, taking his time and not in a hurry, but now he has a sense of urgency.

It's starting to look a little bit like a riot.

Just a little bit.

After all, he still knew that Tianmen City was quite a weird place to begin with. The environment where time travelers, soul-traveling phenomena, and even monsters were refreshed from time to time was incomparable to the Jiemen District.

How can a normal city hold limited-time events and dangerous missions from time to time?

Jiemen District is considered a comfortable novice area for the time being. The public security cannot be said to be particularly good, but at least it is in a dark place, unlike the Tianmen City where the years are quiet and peaceful when nothing happens, and when something happens——

——The decisive battle, the ancient battlefield of stars!

It’s time to persuade Bize to make more progress, he thought, while looking at David who was depressed and just taking steps subconsciously, he took two steps in Bize’s direction without leaving a trace, leaning forward slightly.

This does not require cooperation or tacit understanding. Bi Ze, who is already very eager to explain, saw the opportunity and leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice:

"David has a deceased mother, so she doesn't receive the same treatment as him."

'His kind of treatment' - refers to the fact that David appeared in the west area of ​​​​Jiemen District at 1 a.m. on June 5 with a broken King Kong prosthetic body. He was on the verge of mental limit and lacked the ability to move, so he could only be alarmed by barking helplessly.

I got a cleaning robot and was sent to the nearest building with medical facilities - the infirmary of Rimon Middle School in Jiemen District.

The body is reshaped based on the cross-section of the limbs, and the spirit of three spiritual energy teachers working together to cleanse.

It can be said that most students have never enjoyed the medical lineup from the cards to the teachers themselves.

It was this lineup that brought David Martinez back from a state of being infinitely close to death, and even enabled him to break free from madness.

David has always regarded it as miraculous luck. Even when he met Rebecca, who was clearly crushed but appeared intact, he did not underestimate that luck at all, but maybe he heard himself talking about Morrison.

After experiencing it, he truly realized that the moments he regarded as miracles were actually not uncommon in this world.

Even if it is roasted into a charred corpse, even if its soul is torn apart, it can be re-aggregated and converted into data. This technology should remind him of Arasaka Tower's shrine - "Cyberpunk 2077" has been copied by humanities for a long time. David

I was even recommended to play this game by my friends.

He talked about this matter with Omo in the contact software.

But the soul prison of Arasaka Tower is obviously not the same as the data paradise of the Internet here.

Omer can even call Morrison out at any time, provided Morrison is willing to ignore him.

When he thought of this, David could not help but think of the fact that he had truly experienced the only regret after happiness.

His late mother, Gloria Martinez, was left behind forever in her original world.

"David, I heard that this of yours," Omer raised his hand and patted his back, where the military implant called 'Sianwistan' is located, "was left to you by my aunt.

of?"

".yes."

David, who was suddenly mentioned this, had no doubt that he was there. After all, he had indeed introduced to Omer what was special about him, mentioning that it was something his mother had left for him, but he had not elaborated on how it was left behind.

"I heard that you refused to have this implant modified and optimized."

"..." David was silent, looking down at the milk coffee in his hand.

This was not a big deal. Even if his companions knew about it, they did not advise him. After all, this world has done a lot of research on mental adjustment and even soul protection. Even without implant adjustment, the mental state can be corrected through other implant effects.

It just costs more money.

Unlike Omo, who has strengthened his stingy attributes through his childhood experiences and recent encounters, David doesn't care about the high price. After all, he is already working in a mercenary firm that has started steadily, so he can save that money.

It's not difficult, let alone that people still care about him.

Omer felt that he might have received those auxiliary implants earlier, based on the concern of those around him.

Obviously it would most likely be rejected, but what if it was a sudden attack as a gift?

Thinking of this, Omer picked up the soda in his hand.

The sensor mask on his cheek immediately 'decomposed' into a small part in a particle state, allowing him to touch the straw and take a sip. When the straw was removed, it re-closed.

The feeling of bubbles popping up in his mouth made him think more clearly. Although it was far less profound than black coffee, it was still vivid. At first, he thought that sooner or later, people around David would come to trouble him because of his interference with David. As a result, this

A few days passed and there was no movement.

Maybe he should take the initiative to 'help' and hand this plan to someone around him as an apology.

Whether it was the generous elder brother that day or the short girl who came to pick up David later, he would probably respond to me with a "boy, you are very smart" reaction. Of course, there may also be some small warnings.

You can't really think of people that innocently.

"Let me guess, it's just a guess. Ignoring the considerations of today's auxiliary implants, you are..." Omer, who had sorted out his thoughts for a while, spoke again, and immediately looked at David, "You want to keep her remaining intact."

Is it the right thing?"

This sentence made the silent David look at him, and his slightly surprised look turned a bit relieved after a few seconds.

"Is it another Omer-like so-called speculation?"

"There will still be a lot of mistakes. I told you not to take this as mind reading."

Omer was helpless, but he was relieved to see his reaction.

This seemed to be something that could be left alone, and it wasn't like he couldn't figure it out himself.

"But as a friend, I still hope you don't think too much."

He originally wanted to say that the implant left by his aunt was in David's body, and her will would always be with David, but thinking about it, Bize might have said this better than him. His adoptive father was still alive and kicking in the electronic world.

Even if David didn't think too much, he himself felt a little hypocritical.

Forget it, beat it, beat it, beat it. Omer turned around and glanced at the guy beside him who was replying "Yeah, yeah" heartlessly.

Speaking of which, Bize was also the one who got to know David well at the beginning. This guy was obviously a cashier with a high emotional intelligence, and he knew more information about David, but there was no movement.

Are you really not paying too much attention or is your pace too fast?

Just ask later, Omo thought, hearing David's wry smile in response, and slightly changed his travel plan.

Playing games in this state is slow to start or even difficult to start, so it would be better to show something that can divert attention.

"David, Bize, we'll go to the game hall later. How about we go to the Yuan Neng training ground first?"

"Ah?" "Okay."

Compared to David, who was still confused, the one who reacted more naturally was Bize, who knew Omo well enough.

Because of this understanding, it became clear that asking Omer to change the established arrangements was a huge problem in itself.

As for the source energy training ground...

Since he has no foundation in Yuan Neng cultivation, Bize has never been to such a professional place and is quite curious about it.

As a player with mechanical implants, David was almost insulated from source energy, so Omo's greeting really aroused interest.

Having no contact with extraordinary power does not mean that there is no yearning, it just means that there is no contact channel, and the world can talk about the existence of "magic", and its magic theory is printed in textbooks - David cannot deny it

I have also had throbbing in my heart, but I was embarrassed to reveal it rashly.

After all, I consider myself no longer a child.

And today, Omer gave the reasons that justified his attempt to contact:

"I'll show you my travel harvest. It should be more intuitive to see it there."

Then he would naturally be willing to seize the opportunity.
Chapter completed!