Chapter 967 (1/2)
Chapter 967: The Dreamland Book
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
Garcia walked into the main hall of room No. 0827, looking as if she had just taken a bath. Her morning tracksuit was now replaced by a red and white martial arts robe. Her cheeks were still flushed from the heat of the hot water; her beauty due to the Wimbledon family genes and her silky wet shoulder length hair made her a real sight to behold.
“Would you like something to drink?” She swayed the glass in her hand.
The first time that he had come to her house, there had been a cold and distant expression on her face… Well, she still hadn’t changed much even after all this time.
“No, that’s alright, thank you.” Roland was curious and asked,” Do you have a competition today?”
“Have you ever seen an athlete who had to change and get ready at home? Staying warm right before a competition is one of the most important preparations for any sport.” Garcia poured herself a glass of milk and sat opposite him. “Even the worst sports stadiums would still have a changing room—sometimes I really wonder if your common sense was also swallowed by the Erosion.”
“Haha…” Roland tried to laugh off his embarrassment and said, “I thought martialists might have their own unique preparations before a match.”
“In the eyes of the public, it’s no different from any other sport. The only difference might be that it’s generally more exciting and the prizes are better,” she shrugged her shoulders and said, “I’m wearing this uniform because we need to take advantage of the influence of the martialists later.”
“Huh? Are you going to shoot an ad?”
“It’s a protest!” Garcia cried out in frustration, “Don’t you ever read the papers? The Clover Association is going to tear down the walls around North Tube Street. If we don’t do anything, that their next demolition target will end up being this tube-shaped apartment. Your home will soon be in ruins!”
“Uh…” Roland had almost forgotten that there was such an event going on today. “Well… I wish you all the best.”
“You—!”
“I’ve never competed before and no one’s ever heard of me. I’m a complete newbie. I don’t even own a martialist uniform.” Roland feigned a regretful expression and said, “Even if I go, I won’t be of much use.”
“We can achieve anything through our combined efforts. Don’t you know that?” Garcia picked up a list from the coffee table and shoved it in front of Roland. “Look at the people on that list. How many of them are martialists? They’re all the lower-floor occupants of the tube-shaped apartment, yet they’re all willing to go and protest with me! If we choose to be silent just because we’re not well-known, then everyone will ignore our existence!”
Looking at the determination in Garcia’s eyes, Roland felt his motivation rise along with her words. Whether it was facing the Erosion or her daily life, this seemingly cold and indifferent girl was far more enthusiastic than most people.
Is this the only place she can stay? No, with her background and abilities, she should easily be able to buy a new residence in the center of the city. She’s doing this only for the sake of the other residents of this building. They’re mostly ordinary people with meager salaries, there’s no way they could afford to find a new apartment that has half the facilities and connectivity of this locality.
He was aware that they were all just phantoms of the Dream World, and that these occupants of the tube-shaped apartment were the defeated souls captured by Zero. However, with the world progressing toward an unknown future on its own, he became doubtful about his original ideas. He could no longer distinguish between the phantom and real people. For example, he found it really hard to treat this vibrant and shining girl in front of him as an imaginary and empty shell. The longer he stayed in the Dream World, the more intense the feeling became.
Anyway, she did bring back the book for him. The least he could do was accompany her as a sign of gratitude.
Just as Roland was about to agree, he suddenly saw a familiar name on that list.
“Barolotsim”.
That was the name of the tenant staying in apartment No. 0510. That was also the name of the only resident that was a demon.