This Game Is Too Real-Chapter 770 All Taught by the Same Group of Instructors

In the central part of Tiger State, beside a densely wooded valley.

The Thousands of leaders of the Tiger Army held binoculars, staring dumbfounded at the northern pass, where a swarm of silhouettes moved across a stretch of muddied land in disarray.

These figures were agile, young in appearance, and likely the last wave.

It took a good long while before he forced out a sentence from his lips.

"Dammit... have these country bumpkins taken the wrong medicine?!"

The swarming figures running northward, of course, belonged to the Moon people hiding deep in the mountains and forests.

Or, to put it in another way, they were the sheep being kept in a pen by them.

Now, to everyone’s surprise, this group of bark-eating sheep had unexpectedly kicked open the fence gate of the sheep pen and trampled the watch dog as well.

As for what exactly happened here, that takes us back to the heavy rain last night...

Last night, under the dark skies, a hundred-man squad of the Tiger Army went to the vicinity of the Moon Clan’s village for a change of guard.

In truth, a ’change of guard’ meant simply keeping watch next to the Moon people’s village, striking when they saw something of value and waiting if nothing caught their eye.

These displaced Moon people usually hid in the wilderness, with not even a decent village nearby, just a few small noble estates and farms scattered around, a few worn-out dirt paths trodden underfoot and not even leading directly to the Moon people’s villages.

No one wanted to be stationed in such a wretched place crowded with paupers, and naturally, neither did the Thousands of leaders responsible for suppressing bandits. Besides, these barren lands where supplies were difficult to deliver weren’t suitable for large troops to be stationed.

Therefore, he usually stayed in nearby settlements, eating and drinking well, only following the boss’s instructions to keep an eye on those Moon Clansmen, making sure they didn’t make too much noise, and occasionally cracking down on them to make a case for pity sales with the Alliance.

This change of guard was routine, just like always. He had even brought some new recruits to see if there was a chance for them to practice shooting.

However, due to the torrential rain en route causing muddy roads, this bunch of slackers was delayed too long and stumbled right into the Moon people’s ambush, getting wildly shot at amidst a hail of gunfire.

When they heard the sound of gunfire amidst the rain, the hundred-man squad stationed near the Moon Clan’s village instantly realized something was wrong and hurriedly left their positions to provide support.

But they encountered the same problem; the torrential downpour delayed their march, and by the time they arrived, the young men who had come for the guard change had already been driven off. By the time they came to their senses, they were already within the ambush circle.

According to that Centurion who had escaped back, while they were fighting, a loud shout came through the rain—

"If you don’t want to fight, just drop your gear on the ground and run, we can make money together!"

A bunch of soldiers figured there really was no need to go all out.

This is Tiger State, where the Tiger Clan is the majority. Could a bunch of Moon people, trampled into the dirt, really turn the tide?

Not to mention letting them win once, even if they won a hundred times, bandits would still be bandits, wouldn’t they?

Thinking of their own precious lives, they simply threw their equipment to the ground and ran through the gaps left open in the ambush circle.

After all, the gear was looted from the Moon people anyway, and losing it didn’t mean much of a loss.

And so, the net encircling the entire "sheep pen" showed a thin opening.

By the time daylight came the next day, it was all too late.

Not giving them a chance to find their feet again, the Moon people seemed determined to go big this time and had emptied out the entire village...

The lambs no longer grazed on grass; they had switched to eating meat!

The right hand gripping the binoculars tightly, the Thousands of leaders clenched his teeth with a grinding noise.

The adjutant by his side was equally stunned and took a while before swallowing hard to break the silence.

"Commander... should we pursue?"

"Pursue... what the hell is there to pursue!" That Thousands of leaders angrily put down the binoculars.

As the proverb goes, the horses are run to death by the sight of distant mountains, and he couldn’t even see clearly.

Moreover, a heavy rain fell last night, turning the already dilapidated dirt road even muddier, if someone really did rush over, they would have run off without a trace by now!

No doubt about it.

It was definitely that bastard who greets people by cursing at their mothers!

Now, he regretted it immensely in his heart, resenting that he should never have let that guy through in the first place.

But it’s all too late to say anything now...

"What do we do now?" asked the adjutant, who also realized the severity of the problem, looking solemnly at his commanding officer.

"Let’s retreat, go back and report to the Legion Leader; this is no longer something we can handle."

The Legion Leader, of course, is the general of the Tiger Army, but this isn’t an official title, rather it’s a popular local moniker.

The Tiger Army, after assimilating some officers from the Grey Wolf Army, not only learned some of the "new military concepts of the Weilante People" brought by General McCullen, but also picked up some of the Army’s "dregs," thus many of the Tiger Army soldiers fancied themselves as the Eastern Legion.

As for the Black Panther Army, they could barely be considered a Southern Legion.

Thinking about the little money that had flown away, the Centurion felt a pang in his heart and couldn’t help but curse his mother as well.

Weapons and money sent from Jin Galun Harbor were things the Tiger Army could "get a share of."

Witch Camel, having heard of the Moon Clan Resistance Army’s activities in Tiger State, was frightened out of his wits, sending more and more West Winds currency by the shipload to the Legion Leader’s pockets.

Now that this flock of two-legged sheep had run away, it was feared that both significant sources of income were lost.

The more the Centurion thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could vent his anger on the person who had bribed him.

Seeing this military officer turning to leave, the clutch of minor nobles following not far behind him suddenly panicked.

The highest-ranked among them was merely a baron, and some "prospective barons" couldn’t even count as nobles, just non-heritable titles bought from the governor. Their farms were only fifty or sixty acres in size, and they could count their serfs on one hand; their private security was a single rifle that misfires.

No matter how pathetic those Moon Clan people were, it would still be a breeze for them to attack these insignificant figures.

A down-and-out baron was pushed to the front. Trembling with fear, he blocked the general’s path, pleading desperately.

"Sir, you must not abandon us! Those Moon Clanners are traitors appointed by His Majesty, and you are His Majesty’s subject. Isn’t it within your duties to pursue and suppress these traitors? You can’t just take the money... and ignore all responsibilities, can you?"

"My duties?" The Centurion laughed as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world, ha-ha, truly stopped in his tracks, and reached out to touch the baron’s face.

"You talk to me about responsibilities, you’ve really got the guts. My military pay comes from the Legion Leader, aiding the Legion Leader to relieve worries and solve problems is indeed my duty. Who the hell are you?"

All the soldiers, including the adjutant beside the Centurion, watched with an air of seeing a dead man’s joke, laughing at the scene.

In this godforsaken wilderness, even if two people died, it could be blamed on the Moon Clan. How dare these grandsons breathe?

The group of minor nobles immediately felt a sense of panic, shuffling their feet backward, hastily abandoning the unfortunate one they’d pushed forward and dissociating themselves from him.

However, it was too late to leave now. A group of soldiers had already blocked their escape, shoving them back into place.

That baron stared blankly at the Centurion, his eyes filled with fear, his complexion shifting, shivering uncontrollably.

"Duties... it’s not my illusion. This word, why does it sound like it’s filled with Alliance spirit? You couldn’t possibly be a spy from the Alliance, could you?"

"How, how could that be..." The baron was sweating profusely, with a face about to cry.

This is the wilderness, the Alliance must be so flush with cash they don’t know where to spend it, to send spies here.

What for?

Patting the baron’s face with his calloused hand, the Centurion admired the cowering look on his face, pleased with how the baron dared not even breathe heavily.

So what if he’s a baron knighted by His Majesty?

What does it matter if one is a noble lord?

Before the true power of life and death, they are no different from a dog.

His eyes suddenly shifted, and he chuckled, "But you make a point. I remember now, our Tiger army receives a part of our funds from the Court, and that money ultimately comes from you. We really should ensure your safety... as a kind of, what’s it called, obligation."

The baron was sweating profusely as if it could form a small channel on him, seeing that this demon-like figure seemed to be sparing him, he hurriedly expressed his gratitude as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"Right, right... no, no, no, Your Excellency has many important matters to attend to, how can I dare to trouble you with such trivial issues? We can just bear with it."

He didn’t dare mention the matter of the Moon Clan anymore; he just wanted to get past this hurdle.

After all, the Moon Clan only robbed money and grain without killing people, but this group might truly vent their anger on them or even kill them to earn merits.

The governor did not favor these small nobles who were trying to cultivate wilderness, those merchants coming from Jin Jialun Port to build factories and workshops were the real new favorites of that master.

However, it seemed already too late to change his tune now, as the centurion laughed heartily and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well then, it’s getting late. I’ll bring some of my brothers to stay at your house tonight, to prevent those Moon robbers from stealing your money, grain, and wife."

The baron panicked at once and hurriedly said,

"No, no need, Your Excellency, I’ll make sure to lock the doors tight tonight..."

"No need?" the centurion squinted, sizing him up, "Could it be that... you are harboring Moon robbers in your house?"

Seeing the soldiers putting their hands on their waists, the baron felt his legs go weak and nearly knelt on the ground.

What a disgrace!

This guy really thinks he can pass as a Tiger Clan person!

And a damn noble at that!

Watching that waste coldly, the centurion gave a smirk that was not quite a smile and waved his hand.

Two soldiers immediately understood and walked up, chuckling. They grabbed the baron, who looked like he was about to lie down on the ground, one on each side.

They knew their leader’s nature well - he would never cut them out of their share of the meat.

"You two give him a hand! We’ll follow the baron back to his place and say hello to his wife."

"Right away, boss!"

"Ha ha ha!"

The two soldiers pulled the baron up from the ground, all the while grinning and resonating with their leader’s command.

The surrounding nobles were as silent as cicadas in winter, numbly watching the man flailing and wailing like a piglet about to be slaughtered.

When the Moon Clan first attacked, they had clung to the hope that His Majesty would save them, yet they never expected to be first stabbed by their own.

And the soldiers felt the same way; they had no reverence for titles or royal authority in their hearts and were already sniggering at the thought of how the ladies and daughters of the nobles would taste.

Almost unanimously, both the whip handlers and the whipped had concluded in their minds that Witch Camel was already dead...

Although the leader of the Tiger army had not declared himself king, the North of Lowell state and even the entire Tiger State were already under his rule...

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the northern end of an unnamed valley, a group of people who had escaped from danger were happily crying tears of joy as they burst into song, scooping up handfuls of water from the stream to splash on their faces.

Thanks to last night’s downpour, which had made it impossible for their pursuers to follow their trail.

Of course!

It was mostly thanks to their great general!

Before Laxi arrived here, they hadn’t won a single battle, yet last night they won two.

Even the veterans of the Resistance had to admit that the guy really had some skills, although he lacked grand schemes and grand ideas in his head and had an arbitrary and authoritarian style, even uttering the outrageously subversive claim, "I am equality." But at least he was good in battle.

Before they got to Mammoth State, it was fine to have him lead everyone. They could replace him later.

However, those veterans didn’t notice that the young men they had rescued from the farms looked at Laxi as if he were the Moon God incarnate in the mortal realm, their fervent eyes gleaming with light.

This included the boy who got kicked in the butt by Laxi when they first met, including the rookie who had soldered the rifle strap to his shoulder.

The Resistance had rescued them from the farms, and they were certainly grateful, but in the end, they still had to till the land, starve, endure... it seemed like nothing had changed.

And there was no Red Soil in those remote, deep forests; they were so hungry they even had to chew on tree bark and eat inedible kaolin clay.

Did they rebel just to starve?

Of course not!

It was because the people who took their hands promised that, as long as they joined the uprising, they would be given their own land and endless food once it succeeded!

The Moon Clan elders also told them that everyone could afford a wife in the future, just like the Free People.

Right now, only Laxi seemed capable of realizing this distant dream for them.

After all, this dream couldn’t be achieved by farming, not even if the Wasteland Era ended.

They had to seize it!

Seize it from the nobles’ farms and manors!

To grab the most fertile land and fruitful granaries, the money and food that His Majesty had taken from them, to reclaim everything that rightfully belonged to them—

Like the wildfires that boil in midsummer!

Watching those high-spirited lads, Laxi squinted slightly and curled the corners of his mouth into a faint smile.

This was the first time he saw even a glimmer of hope in them, rather than the cowering he saw in the battle reports.

There were over four thousand people who escaped with him, about half of which were the "old-timers" who had caused chaos in Jin Galun Port with the White Bear Knights, the rest were mostly people the Resistance had rescued from nearby farms.

The latter included men, women, and some children who were not quite adults.

As for the elderly, they were rare, given that, unless they had a special skill, slave owners usually wouldn’t keep a beast that couldn’t work and would bury them in the Red Soil more often than not.

"You’re doing well! But it’s not enough!"

Looking into those pairs of eyes staring at him, Laxi shouted at the top of his lungs.

"On the battlefield, time is your life! You must be faster than your enemies, strike harder than they do, the ones who survive are you!"

"Remember! To climb out of the dead man’s pit, you have to be hard on yourself first; if you want to live, don’t damn well treat yourself like a person!"

"I’m teaching you how to survive today, and later you have to pass it on to your soldiers! Today we’re just a few thousand, tomorrow we’ll be tens of thousands, and later we’ll have countless more!"

"The breakout isn’t over yet, we have to cross Tiger State, then Horse State, until the Empire’s men can no longer catch up to us!"

"Follow me North! Pack up and move on!!"

...

...

"...I’m teaching you how to survive today, and later you have to pass it on to your soldiers! Keep your eyes wide open and your ears perked up!"

"...Damn it, imitating me again!"

"...Hammer, hammer, all day it’s just hammer, I say damn hammer, and you’re saying hammer too! Did you come up with ’hammer’? Yell ’Yes, sir!’"

Jin Jialun Port, on the open space of Lowell Camp, the furious roar echoed.

A group of young men in military uniforms stood neatly in a line, chests out and backs so straight they could be measured with a ruler.

They were all reserve officers promoted from the grassroots, the future company commanders, battalion commanders, and even regimental commanders of the Jin Jialun Port Militia Group.

Standing before them at this moment was an instructor from the Alliance’s elite "Rapid Reaction Force," the Burning Corps—Zero Rush.

This guy, though not exactly a serious chap, did still manage to do what needed to be done properly; the methods he used to train these fellows were basically those applied in reality.

The officer being scolded by him didn’t dare even to breathe heavily. He stood with his neck outstretched and bellowed.

"Yes, sir!"

"No spirit! I can’t hear you!"

"Yes!!! Sir!!!"

"Very good!"

That roar had almost seemed to take all of his energy, but Zero Rush finally nodded in satisfaction, reached out and patted the young man’s shoulder, shaking it as he gripped it.

"Not bad, not bad, you’ve got spirit!"

He was usually a quite civilized and quality-conscious person, but there was no room for such civility during training.

Each of these men had only one life, they couldn’t respawn like players, so naturally, he couldn’t teach them in a joking manner; when it was time to be harsh, he had to be harsh.

Moreover, judging by the pair of eyes looking at him, these young men were actually quite thankful to him in their hearts.

No one was a fool.

Suffering hardship and sweating more now could mean shedding less blood on the battlefield later.

Once outside the settlements lay the Wasteland, where they would have to face some things for themselves.

"Today’s training is over. You all worked hard. Time to eat and drink..."

As Zero Rush returned to the front of the formation and casually circled the troops, giving them a casual glance.

No one moved.

Completely different from when he first arrived here three days ago, these dimwits finally seemed to have some semblance of discipline—an effort not wasted by his talk.

Finally, Zero Rush nodded in approval and waved his right hand.

"All team members! Dismissed!"

Almost the instant his words dropped, the crowd surged toward the canteen like a tornado through a parking lot.

After a whole day of physical exertion, they were all starving and could hardly wait to devour their food in buckets.

Watching those lively young men, a smile crept on the corners of Zero Rush’s mouth, and he too headed to the canteen to meet the three teammates who were already seated there.

Looking at the young men wolfing down their meals in the canteen, Two Ounces of Moonlight sighed and said.

"I won’t lie to you, but I sort of feel like I’m training people in Africa...Teaching this bunch is really tough!"

Mountain River Entering Dreams laughed as he spoke.

"Ha! What a coincidence! Me too!"

Firstborn glanced at the newspaper and didn’t join in the conversation but suddenly showed a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Laxi and a group of retired Militia Group officers met up with the Resistance three days ago and are currently breaking out from the Tiger army’s encirclement, advancing northeast... Man, this guy is impressive!"

He’d misjudged someone.

He had pegged the guy as a cynic with no real skill, but who knew, when faced with a problem, he was brave enough to throw his bottles and grab a weapon, not like these city literati who just indulge in talking through newspapers.

Truly, Brother Fang Chang had a sharp eye in judging people!

Honestly, he also had a bit of admiration for Brother Fang Chang, even thinking the Dog plan against him was a bit overdone.

Why were the others spared from the hearings, and yet only he was summoned back by Little Fish for re-education?

Without Dog plan’s intervention, by now, he would be rampaging in the Southern sea area.

Two Ounces of Moonlight curiously turned to Zero Rush, who had just sat down, and asked, "Did you teach that foul-mouthed Laxi?"

Zero Rush shook his head.

"Man, where would I have gotten that skill, probably some professional brother teaching there."

Including Old White, the Burning Corps had some retired brothers who switched careers, which wasn’t exactly a dark secret. But there was an unspoken agreement formed since the early days of the server—all preferring not to bring their real-life identities into the game.

Unless they knew each other in reality.

"Yeah, makes sense," Mountain River Entering Dreams nodded in agreement, "After all, those who truly uphold discipline also—"

"If you mention ’local’ again, I’m really going to lose it with you!"

Zero Rush snorted through his nose and was about to stand up when a new recruit jogged over, with his right fist to his chest, giving a military salute.

"Report! Sir! Your family is looking for you!"

"Poof—!"

Two Ounces of Moonlight, who was drinking seaweed soup, spewed it out in an instant, with seaweed choking out through his nostrils.

The stoic Firstborn, who normally had little reaction, cracked up at the sight of Moonlight with seaweed hanging from his nose, leaning over the table, pounding it with his right fist.

"HAHAHAHA!"

The nearby "trainees" all looked over curiously.

Mountain River Entering Dreams shook his head and cursed.

"F***! That’s too damn noobish!"

Zero Rush sprung from his chair and, frustrated, covered the new recruit’s mouth.

"Don’t you talk nonsense! What family... How long have I been here, do I even have family here?"

The new recruit also looked confused.

Mainly because that old man kept bringing a young girl to the entrance of the military camp, asking anyone he saw if there was someone called "Zero Rush" in a Blue Jacket.

Although it seemed outrageous, and no matter how you look at it, the young girl was way too young, forming quite an excessive association, but considering that there actually was such a person within the instructors...

What if it was true?

Wouldn’t that flood the City of Thousand Pillars like the waters of the Everflow River?

This sort of thing should actually have been dealt with by Laxi since he was in charge of it before—he reportedly got rid of the old man with just two steamed buns, ensuring he wouldn’t dare to come back.

But now that Laxi had resigned, even if the old man was hard of hearing, he wouldn’t be able to miss the discussion that had been ongoing the whole time, so he figured he’d try his luck again.

Seeing the anxious face of the instructor, the new recruit tentatively asked.

"So... should I shoo the old man away?"

"Wait! Wait... Oh man! I better take care of this myself." Facing the three idiots’ smirking faces, Zero Rush clenched his teeth and dropped his chopsticks as he made his way out the door.

This mess ultimately had to be handled by himself, or else by the time the rumors spread wildly, things he hadn’t done would become his doing.

Taking advantage of everyone in the camp eating, he hurried to the entrance of the Lowell Camp and indeed saw an old man holding the hand of a little girl.

It was clear that the earth-shattering changes in Jin Galun Port had had a significant impact on both of them.

Whether materially or spiritually.

Whether for better or for worse.

That "old man" wasn’t actually old, at most he was middle-aged; it was just that the years had etched deep marks on his face, just like those of the Waste Land Wanderers who tended to age prematurely. But now he appeared rejuvenated, his complexion ruddy and his back straight, indeed looking like someone in his middle years.

It seemed he had some kind of reliance in his heart and didn’t consider the soldiers at the entrance of the army camp worth his notice, though he still followed the rules and didn’t just walk past them.

And those soldiers looked as though they dared not offend him, only politely barring his entry.

The little girl didn’t carry as much drama; innocent as she was, she didn’t understand all that adult business and was just happy to see that big brother who had given her candy returning.

"Brother Zero Rush!"

She called out like this.

The elder by her side also heard and looked joyfully towards Zero Rush, who was quickly approaching, and waved at him.

"Sir, you’re finally back!"

Feeling the eyes of many turned on him, Zero Rush felt ants crawling all over his body but still mustered the courage to walk over.

The child named Arno had grown increasingly lovely.

Perhaps thanks to the thriving import-export trade, her recent diet had improved, and her cheeks filled out, making her look plump and adorable, with her shiny black eyes looking exceptionally bright.

However, the more adorable she appeared, the more aching and self-reproach crept into Zero Rush’s heart.

An uneducated and simple gaze was definitely not something praiseworthy.

Because of a piece of candy, because of some unrealistic thoughts, the family that should have been on that vehicle missed the train to the new era and became people hastily abandoned by time.

He couldn’t imagine.

An old man who only months before had said, "Arno is too small... pick someone else," now stubbornly tried to push his daughter’s hand into his own.

As if acting this way could extricate him from a certain bitter sea—some bitter sea within his heart.

Seeing Zero Rush approach, the old man squeezed out a smile, looking to please.

"Sir... my daughter isn’t little anymore. She should—"

"She should enroll in school."

Without hesitation, he interrupted the man, fumbled in his pocket, and without caring about the stares from people around, resolutely stuffed a banknote into the old man’s hand.

Caught by surprise, the old man opened his eyes wide, thanking profusely with near delirium.

"Thank, thank you!"

Arno’s eyes fixed on the pocket that seemed to contain unlimited magical props.

She wasn’t interested in the colorful paper slips but wanted to eat the candy she had before.

Her father told her that following this brother, she’d have endless candy to eat, which she thought was nice. If it really was endless, she could even share some with the other boys and girls.

Looking at the old man about to speak again, Zero Rush stared into his eyes and said earnestly,

"Don’t thank me; this money is not for you, it’s for her schooling! I was abrupt that time... I admit it was my fault, but can’t you let it go? I’ll find someone to keep an eye on you. If you don’t send her to school, I swear I’ll tear your house apart!"

The old man’s face churned with emotions, but fear prevailed, and he timidly nodded.

"Definitely send her there, definitely..."

He couldn’t afford to offend these big shots.

The events of that day were etched in his mind. Master Fang’s subordinates had just furrowed their brows, and Laxi, that terrifying figure, didn’t even frown before killing a brother who had offended the Alliance.

Without asking a single question, the entire ten-man squad was executed by firing squad.

Zero Rush squeezed out a reassuring smile, but to his surprise, Arno’s face showed loss.

"Brother doesn’t want Arno?"

Her mother had specially washed her hair and even put a pretty hair clip on her.

Zero Rush squatted down and comforted her softly.

"It’s not that you don’t need me, or to put it more accurately... What you need isn’t any one person, but the School and books."

He also began to realize that there was no shortcut for what they were doing.

They had given something to the survivors on the Wasteland, but ultimately, there were things those people had to do themselves.

Otherwise, they would become Black Boxes.

Another kind of Black Box.

After they left, everything would return to how it was, and it wasn’t even a matter of waiting for them to leave—it would end up just like the Federation in the Southern sea area.

"But... then there won’t be any candy," Arno murmured dejectedly, lowering her head.

"Study hard, learn well, and in the future, you’ll have a lot of candy. You can buy it yourself, and even give it to kids who cry when they have none, just like me."

Zero Rush subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to pat her little head, but suddenly remembering something, he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

This time he didn’t soften his heart.

No matter how those big eyes looked at him, hopeful and pitiful, he didn’t reach into his pocket to pull out candy, but simply waved and watched the father and daughter walk away.

When the two had disappeared from sight, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and prepared to head back to the canteen, only to find three troublemakers standing behind him unwilling to look his way, each holding a plastic bag of take-out food.

"Knew you glutton hadn’t eaten enough," Two Ounces of Moonlight teased with a grin, shaking the steamed buns in the plastic bag. "Firstborn is taking me out to broaden my horizons, are you coming?"

"It’s just going to the theater to watch a stage play," Firstborn looked at the animal beside him discontentedly and complained, "Can’t you use terms that are less likely to be misunderstood? You make it sound as if I really am a beast."

Two Ounces of Moonlight looked at him in surprise, as if his eyes were asking, "Aren’t you, though?"

Mountain River Entering Dreams stepped forward and patted Zero Rush on the shoulder, grinning as he spoke.

"Know why they won’t let you give out candy? No matter how you explain it, it’ll always end up like this."

Simple kindness isn’t a mistake, but the right thing doesn’t always lead to good outcomes.

Because those are two completely different dimensions, they might even be seen as entirely parallel, never intersecting.

Zero Rush let out a long sigh.

"I know... isn’t this what change is all about?"

A candy’s butterfly effect could never be as significant as a handgun, could it?

He believed that, under his coercion and enticement, the old father would surely send the kid to school.

And in that moment, he suddenly understood why Brother Fang Chang always told them to do less unnecessary work...

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