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Chapter 159: Chapter 158: Is This a Dream or Reality?

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Every city has its own specialty.

For example, Gaobei City has its bald heads.

Fengtian City has its gunmen.

And... Broken Pot City has its desperados.

In theory, Broken Pot City was the safest city in the entire federation, as all players within it could not harm each other, which also led to a large number of desperados fleeing to the city, making it the most dangerous city in the federation.

Those who had committed crimes were qualified to run away, and were successful in doing so.

One certainly had to have a background or strength to pull it off; no nobody could manage that.

Just like the middle-aged man who was threatening Doctor Gou with a screwdriver, grinning menacingly. He looked unremarkable, dressed in a plain mechanic's uniform, resembling a truck driver. But in his original city, he was also a well-known Supernatural.

"Plum blossom?"

Having been injected with an Awakening Agent, forcibly awakened from his unconscious state, Doctor Gou felt an intense pain that seemed to pierce through his bones and was on the brink of losing consciousness again. But upon hearing the threats from the person beside him, he suddenly regained a trace of clarity and looked confusedly toward his right hand.

On the back of his right hand was an extremely vibrant plum blossom tattoo that was highly conspicuous.

The dried blood on the back of his hand made the plum blossom look like one made of blood.

After being bewildered for a long time, Doctor Gou finally lifted his left hand to vigorously rub the back of his right hand and pinched it hard with his fingernails a few times before he fell completely into bewilderment.

It was a tattoo, he was sure of it.

Not a sticker, nor graffiti. It was a tattoo embedded in his skin that would accompany him for life.

But...

He had never had a tattoo before!

He didn't even know when the tattoo had appeared; judging by its appearance, it seemed unlikely that it was done in the last few days. It likely took at least half a year to feel so natural and blend into the skin.

Although not entirely certain, he still remembered that this morning when he went out to wash his face, he shouldn't have had this tattoo, right?

This strong sense of unreality made him feel faint; he even started to doubt whether he might be dreaming. Zhang Liu had told him before that now ai pills could allow a person to enter a deep dream, where time flows much slower, allowing one to brush up on Skill Proficiency.

However, in a deep dream, one would not realize they were in a dream, as it was too similar to reality. Therefore, one needed to think of some ways to wake up from the deep dream. Maybe this plum blossom tattoo that suddenly appeared on his hand was something Zhang Liu had set up for him before he fell asleep, as a way to wake him up?

Speaking of coincidences...

Normal people go their whole lives without encountering a fixed event. Fixed events are mostly not a matter of choice but happen by some strange twist of fate, like when he took the bus home but ended up on the Hell Bus.

Encountering two fixed events in a lifetime is an almost impossibility.

For someone like Doctor Gou, who had entered two fixed events in a row, that truly made him one of the chosen ones.

"Chen Miao."

Just then—

A voice reached his ear. To his surprise, the mayor of Fengtian City had also come, walking up to Chen Miao alone without any entourage and stood side by side with him, looking towards the horizon and quietly asking, "Do you know how human society progresses?"

It was clear that the mayor had something he wanted to say to him alone.

The people around them stood a good ten meters away, leaving them a relatively quiet space to themselves.

Chen Miao waved his hand to signal Hungry Monkey and the others to step back as well. Although he didn't understand what the mayor meant by his question, he still replied.

"By the efforts of countless individuals."

"The efforts of countless individuals..."

The mayor repeated the phrase, looking down. Only after a long while did he look up again, but this time there was a hint of absent-mindedness in his eyes, "In fact, the efforts of the vast majority are worthless."

"Those workers who built up the entire city through their own toil."

"The street cleaners who get up early in the cold dawns of winter."

"The teachers who spend their lifetimes educating."

"The efforts of these people are worthless."

"They can't drive any development in society. The reason they get to strive is because society is advancing. Without it, they would have nowhere to exert their efforts. That's the significance of most people's existence. When society begins to advance, we can contribute our share, pour in our Strength, but we will never become the leaders."

"That includes me."

"If you're familiar with the history of human technological development, you'd realize that most significant technological breakthroughs aren't the result of teams diligently researching and making headway bit by bit, but rather, every so often, a genius emerges. This genius, as if reborn, continues to bring forth one scientific achievement after another."

"When this person dies, technology begins to stagnate again, inching forward slowly."

"Until the next genius appears."