Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 526 Twelve Newcomers (Part 12) [Requesting Monthly Tickets and Recommendations]

"A whopping 12 new people have arrived all at once."

Brother Chen Hong, clad in the Hellface Asura Armor, laughed heartily.

"Fuck!"

"Armor!"

"What a huge dragon!"

"And what's with that weird little boy over there with the guitar, looking like he's from a Balala the Fairies movie?"

"Don't panic, newcomer," Chen Hong reassured him with a kind expression.

“That’s right, we’re all Chen Hong.” Biochemical Chen Hong nodded.

“Now that you’ve arrived in this space, you should awaken your past life memories,” Myth Chen Hong reminded them.

“I see.” A yellow jelly-like figure with a pineapple head suddenly realized, “I remember now, I remember everything. I’m not Pineapple Snow, I’m Chen Hong.”

"I understand." Chen Hong, a newcomer who looked like a hairdresser, said excitedly, "This is the legendary proctologist who saves all the worlds, right?"

"Holy crap, we're in the same world?" A blue cat's eyes widened instantly, and its ears perked up immediately.

"Hahaha, it seems I'll be able to cheat my way out from now on. I'm not afraid of Ding Kaile's black technology anymore, and I don't have to rack my brains to do my homework anymore. Hahaha, a happy life starts from elementary school."

A primary school student put his hands on his hips, looking incredibly smug, and his red scarf fluttered in the wind.

"Haha, with this cheat code, I can defeat the Soft-Bone Worm and bring back the beautiful ocean to our Transformer Star!" A blue turtle happily revealed its large mouth.

"There's hope! There's hope! It was just dancing in the square when I was inexplicably attacked by the aliens from Helheim and almost died."

A stylish young street dancer patted his chest, still shaken.

The group of old Chen Hongs exchanged glances, all understanding each other's meaning:
The composition of this year's newcomers is quite diverse.

"Don't rush, everyone. Speak slowly, one at a time," Uncle Nine Chen Hong reassured them.

"Let me go first, let me go first," Chen Hong, a young man who looked like a teacher named Tony, excitedly began to speak.

"Let me introduce myself. I come from the world of Jackie Chan Adventures. My ancestors came to Chinatown to make a living, and now I'm the only one left."

I've washed dishes, carried plates, and delivered food in restaurants.

I washed clothes for people in a laundromat and operated a sewing machine in a garment factory.

I used to work as a hairdresser, washing, cutting, and styling hair.

I've been trying my best to live and survive.

"Because I was walking down the street, I was caught in the crossfire of Jackie Chan's battle with the Shadow Army."

"I'm currently being chased by several ninjas, and I'm about to be killed."

"If I hadn't encountered this golden finger, I would most likely have become an ant that was easily stabbed to death, without even a scene, not even as good as an extra."

"Then die hastily, ending your ordinary and mediocre life."

Chen Hong's group: ...

"You're lucky; at least your world has more opportunities."

"Things like the Twelve Talismans, the Complete Book of Spells, the Shadow Legion Masks, the Pangu Box, the God's Armor, and even bugged artifacts like the Book of Time can appear." "I'm different. In our broken world, time is all messed up. Today is Friday, tomorrow is Wednesday."

The scariest thing is that I hadn't even noticed anything was wrong before; everyone in the world had taken it for granted.

A young man who looked like a weathered middle-aged man sighed with emotion, "If I hadn't awakened my memories of my past life, I would probably still be living in a chaotic world without even realizing it."

Most importantly, the chaos of time makes it difficult for the world to move forward. People may forget yesterday today or even act as if they never experienced yesterday.

People are framed into independent individuals spanning different time periods.

They may have actually experienced 10 years of life and events, but when they calculate their age, not even a year has passed.

Absolutely terrifying!

"Hiss! Could it be..." A college student stared wide-eyed.

"That's right, the world I live in is the world of Detective Conan, the Grim Reaper." The weathered-looking young man sighed with emotion.

"Hiss!" A modern-day Taoist priest patted the weathered young man on the shoulder with sympathy. "You're amazing that you're still alive."

"Damn it, I spent the lost 30 years in Japan, and all I've ever had in my life is a relatively easy but not very productive high school period with some youthful memories."

The weathered young man muttered to himself: "After joining Zhushi, the contract I signed was for life. While I wasn't too worried about being fired, I also didn't dare offend my superiors."
The salary is low, and what I fear most is having to have dinner and drinks with the boss after get off work, having to flatter and toast, and dealing with all sorts of so-called etiquette, rules, and social niceties. There's no benefit to be had; it's like being a slave without even a salary or a perk.

Things like not being allowed to start eating before the leader, drinking all the flattery and toasts, and frequently bowing and speaking softly.

The leader may not remember who flatters them.

If someone doesn't flatter the boss, the boss will immediately remember it and make things difficult for them later.

They also keep promoting the rules, etiquette, and upbringing of our ancestors.

Treating someone as a servant, someone who isn't even a proper master, as a sign of good upbringing is truly despicable.

After living in this Japanese world for a few years, you'll understand why everyone likes to overthrow their superiors.

When one can no longer tolerate something, can't one then defy their superior?
After all, there are just too many idiots, laymen directing experts, who insist on putting on airs and making things difficult for others.

"After get off work, I finally manage to go to a small restaurant to have some sake and snacks with two or three friends."

And then, they ran into Conan, the elementary school student who was passing by.

Then...then a murder occurred.

"That almost got me killed." The weathered young man gritted his teeth. "Damn Grim Reaper elementary school student."

"Since Conan appeared, the crime rate across the entire island nation has skyrocketed."

Even as a passerby, you could be killed at any moment by a black-clad organization that appears out of nowhere.

The young Taoist patted the weary office worker's shoulder sympathetically, "Take it easy. Once you get back, you'll be invincible, and you'll be able to live a good life."

“Yes.” The weathered young man clenched his fist. “When the time comes, I’ll take over the company, kick my boss’s ass hard with my leather shoes, and finally get my revenge.”

He swaggered around the company, thoroughly enjoying the thrill of being a boss, and then gave him a good beating.
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