I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"Come on! Slate Man, spray some water!"

"I'm telling you...I'm a high-ranking contained object, and you're going to do this to me?"

In a slightly dry and yellow field, Fu'er was turning over the soil with a shiny hoe, while calling his companions to help irrigate the land.

The two-headed figure of the slate man sat on his shoulders and said very helplessly.

"Besides, I took three months off to travel with you. I thought I could visit those scenic spots and historic sites. But what kind of tourist attractions did you choose? Either in the wilderness or in a small county town. But now that you are out of the administrative district, you are the first You actually came to the Middle East. I really don’t understand what you are thinking.”

Although he said this, the slate man still called on his strength honestly and poured water on the newly plowed land.

"Okay, okay, it sounds like you can use some very strong power now. Be careful and you will be warned if you are taken into custody."

Fu'er turned to look at the slate man on his shoulder who was watering the water carelessly, and couldn't help but sigh.

You said it was a good containment object, but why did it become what it is now?

Obviously a year ago, there was a kind of beauty that was not polluted by the world, but now.

Playing mobile games and messing around on forums, I don’t know how many ways he has lost his money. When he was still hesitating whether to recharge the monthly card, the other party had already decisively disconnected the server and smashed a few 648 into it.

I even took advantage of it and started to be a Vtuber.

The key is that he can't refute anything because he is really a virtual life.

When a virtual life becomes an anchor, it is roughly equivalent to a virtual anchor. There is nothing wrong with it, right?

Shit!

It's just a shenanigans, and it looks like a cute white-haired girl.

disgusting!

This slate man is awesome!

Tired.

"Tch, it's just that part of the power is locked. I can still use it if I want."

"But in this case, you won't get living allowances, and you won't have money to earn money."

"……………………"

The Slate Man was silent, then accepted the reality.

"Hey, a penny can't help a heroic man..."

"Come on, you idiot! I've already used my power to make a hoe, why don't I let you be a shower head?"

Fu'er wiped his sweat and realized that the field had been almost plowed.

"Brother Fu'er! Come and eat!"

There were shouts in the distance.

"Okay! Here we come!"

Ful put down the hoe and let it dissipate.

One year has passed, and he has finally made some progress. At least the ability derived from the resonance of Hartz, even if it is superficial, can at least construct something.

He is currently on a graduation trip. But the purpose of his trip was not to have fun, but to follow his aunt's advice and measure the world with his own eyes.

Therefore, after several nights of thinking, he gave up on the global travel guide that Slate Man had found for him in the first place, and instead began a random trip to the countryside.

First, we rode to the mountains of Hanhai City, then to the Gobi Desert in the northwest of China, and then to the Middle East by plane.

After getting off the plane, I did not stay in the bustling urban areas for long, but went to the more deserted small villages.

Like now, he is in the village of Kandovan, located in East Azerbaijan Province.

Originally, Fu'er was just passing by and wanted to buy some travel supplies from the villagers, but the other party said that money was of little significance to a village like theirs that is isolated from the world all year round, and declined his payment. After hearing about his journey, he enthusiastically gave him enough supplies.

But Fule was not such a shameless person and was determined to work for them in exchange for these supplies.

After walking out of the field and climbing up the field ridge, Fuer looked at the village from a distance and couldn't help but marvel at this wonderful scene.

This is a village composed entirely of stone houses. The population is not large, only about seventy or eighty households. Compared with the bustling Middle Eastern capital of Dubai, this place looks like a slum.

"The Middle East, I heard that before the great disaster, this place was still a war-torn place."

The slate man also followed Ful's gaze and looked at the scenery in the distance. He recalled the knowledge of this world that he had learned through the Internet this year and couldn't help but sigh.

"There is no way. With a large amount of energy resources but no national power to protect them, other countries will naturally be targeted. Although the great disaster brought huge destruction to the entire world, it ultimately led to the birth of the Federation and completely cut off the Internal war. I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.”

To this day, the Middle East is still the main source of fossil energy in the world, but under the control of the Unified Federation, there will no longer be predatory wars.

This land that was once dominated by turmoil has finally ushered in the peace and tranquility it has longed for.

"Where's Sylvia? Have you seen her?"

"No, you didn't know where she wandered off when you started working."

That's right, I don't know if Fu'er, as the holder of the Slate Man, added some weird buff to him.

Now Fu'er is not the only one who can see Sylvia, Slate Man can also see her.

However, this process did not happen overnight. In the first few days, Slate Man could only feel that there seemed to be some strange things in his home, and then he suddenly noticed the TV being turned on for no reason and the remote control flying in the air. .

So when Fu Er came home from school that day, he saw an extremely shocking scene.

Sylvia was teasing the slate man with all kinds of weird things, but the slate man could only see those flying things, and he was so frightened that he threw himself on Ful's face, crying that there was a ghost in the house.

No, you, a shelter object, are afraid of ghosts?

Isn't this a bit outrageous?

After explaining the current situation clearly, although the Slate Man was doubtful, he still accepted the explanation. Two days later, the slate man could really see Sylvia.

I don’t know what Sylvia actually said to the slate man, but the other person really respected Sylvia. It's not like the relationship between him and Slate Man, which became a bad friendship after they got acquainted.

Why is there such a big difference between people, no, people and ghosts?

"Huh? What, are you looking for me?"

Cao Cao was about to arrive. Just when Ful was considering whether to go back to the village directly, Sylvia floated out of the woods nearby.

He looked relaxed as if he had just gone for a walk.

"Where have you gone? Uncle Sheldon called us back to eat."

"It's nothing, I just went for a walk. After all, you are working and I have nothing to do. I can't stand behind you and whip you with a whip. Or is this just what you want?"

While saying this, Sylvia also made a gesture of cracking a whip.

"…………"

Fu'er subconsciously looked at his arm.

I'm not that tanned either...

Wait! When did I become a black slave?

No Nig jokes!