I'm not just human!

"Mr. Doomi, who is the millionaire Fakeke?"

Fuck?

For no apparent reason, a sharp pain shot through my brain, as if some hidden memory was about to surge up.

Before Xia Fa could think it through, everything suddenly went black.

A blinding white light burst forth, as if ten thousand incandescent bulbs were exploding all at once before his eyes, almost stinging Xia Fa's eyes until they were dry and watery.

He instinctively reached out to shield his face with his hands, but suddenly, the white light vanished.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The clouds were gray, and grayness enveloped the earth; as far as the eye could see, there was a graveyard.

Green grass, tombstones, black umbrellas... and a group of men and women dressed in suits and black dresses mourning.

Xia Fazheng stood among the mourners, facing the only tombstone not far away.

The tombstone is made of grayish-white rock, carved into an arch shape, with only two lines of text engraved on it.

"Philippe Terry"

"15030-15057"

Xia Fa paused slightly, feeling that he vaguely recognized the name Philell Terry.

In particular, when he saw this tombstone, an image of a man's sunny smile flashed through his mind, as if he were confidently leading the steel metropolis.

"What a pity, Mr. Ferrier, only twenty-seven years old, just starting to build up his career, and he died like this..."

Beside her, the sound of a woman sobbing sadly rang out, her face also filled with sorrow as she gazed at the tombstone.

Xia Fa turned his head and was shocked.

The reason was that the woman was the same noble lady who had sat opposite him in that upscale restaurant!

At this moment, she was wearing a long black dress and a wide-brimmed black silk hat. Her expression was quite sad, but there was not a single tear in her eyes.

Xia Fa immediately saw through her feigned sadness.

Just then, an elderly man with a full head of silver hair, which was neatly combed, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Domi, although Phil died unexpectedly and mysteriously, I hope it won't affect you. Your factory has a bright future, and I have high hopes for it."

The old man not only patted him on the shoulder, but also pinched his shoulder hard at the end, as if he were hinting at something.

Xia Fa frowned slightly, but suddenly a lot came to mind.

Phil... was his partner in starting the factory, his best friend and brother in the world.

The old man in front of them is their investor and the largest shareholder besides the two of them.

It was a rubber factory, and it already had several branch factories. Originally, he and Ferrier should have become rising business stars in this big city.

However, just a few days ago, Phil was found dead in his home by accident. The murder weapon was an axe. The murderer had almost chopped Phil's face to pieces and split his chest open, with his organs spilling out all over the floor.

These past few days, he's been busy with Phil's funeral arrangements, not sleeping a wink all night, and hasn't been able to manage the factory much.

Today, this investor appears to be here to mourn Phil, but in reality, it also serves as a warning to him.

"Father!"

A reproachful voice rang out, coming from the beautiful and gentle lady beside him.

She didn't say much, but the investor just gave a wry smile and left on his own.

“That’s how my father is. He values ​​investments above all else. Domi, you don’t need to worry. You can rest for a while longer. You’ve already arranged everything for the factory, haven’t you?”

Hearing her gentle and comforting voice, Xia Fa suddenly remembered who the woman in front of him was.

It was... his fiancée, Miss Bedell Trey.

The only biological daughter of the investor, Craig Trey.

Thank you, darling.

Xia Fa opened his mouth, wanting to say those words, but suddenly everything went black again.

White light, an intensely bright white light, erupted once more.

This time, it was as if a white supernova had exploded right before my eyes.

Tears immediately welled up in Xia Fa's eyes, stimulated by the white light, but this time, he did not try to block them with his hands.

Because he knew that the white light would soon dissipate.

"Hey? Domi, why are you crying?"

The voice of a vibrant young man came from beside my ear.

Xia Fa was momentarily dazed and found himself in a wasteland again, surrounded by bushes and weeds, with large and small boulders scattered among them.

He was no longer wearing a bespoke suit, but rather simple overalls and a white shirt, with a brown plaid beret on his head. He looked much younger, as if he were eighteen or nineteen years old.

Xia Fa turned his head and saw a young man dressed like himself, a factory worker.

The young man was full of energy, with bright eyes. Although his face was covered in grease, it didn't make him look embarrassed at all. Instead, it made him look full of fighting spirit.

“Philip—”

Xia Fa's throat moved, and he called out that name.

Having just attended Phil's funeral, it feels like I've been transported back to a few years ago, to when they first started their business. How could he forget his old friend?

Even knowing that he was in a chaotic void world and that none of this was necessarily real, the memories that the chaotic void had given him, as well as the world itself, all seemed so real.

For some reason, Xia Fa himself also felt a sense of familiarity towards his old friend, Philier.

"Hmm? Domi, what's wrong?"

Phil turned his head and looked over, then suddenly grinned mischievously:

"Did you break up with your boyfriend? We agreed to come out and have a smoke together, why are you crying by yourself?"

Xia Fa wiped away the dried tears on her face and forced a smile:

"No, sand just got into my eyes."

Phil didn't delve into the matter further, lest he embarrass his old friend. He suddenly looked at the wasteland, his ambition growing stronger.

Beyond the wasteland lay a metropolis forged from steam and steel, with huge advertising billboards, heavily made-up women on the streets, and shops everywhere, all telling the story of this bustling metropolis.

“This wasteland is a good place. I went to the city a few days ago and saw that many factories and small workshops need rubber as a raw material.”

Philell sighed and continued:

“We don’t have rubber trees here, and nobody produces rubber. If we want to buy some, we have to go to another city thousands of miles away. If we could buy this wasteland and build a rubber factory…”

Xia Fa listened intently, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he inexplicably spoke:

"Where's the money? Where will the money come from? We're just steelworkers."

Phil smiled mysteriously:

“I recently met a big boss who has money and sources and distribution channels for rubber raw materials. He just needs someone who is willing to work hard and understands rubber production. After I settle this week’s wages in a few days, I plan to go to Baili City to visit and learn how those rubber factories operate.”

White Pear City is home to the world's largest concentration of rubber factories.

Looking at Philier's energetic appearance, and thinking about his bizarre death a few years later, Xia Fa felt a strange mix of emotions welling up in his heart.

Suddenly, Phil turned his head and immediately saw the inexplicably complicated expression on Shafa's face.

For some reason, he seemed to have misunderstood, grinned, and said:

"Why are you making that strange face? Are you trying to ask why I'm so motivated and hardworking every day?"

Xia Fazheng didn't know what to say, and he was afraid that if he exposed himself or gave the wrong answer, he might fail to enter the chaotic void.

Upon hearing Phil's words, he quickly realized what was happening and readily agreed.

"Yeah, why?"

Philell's gaze suddenly turned wistful, tinged with a hint of reminiscence:

"I'm telling you, but don't laugh at me."

Xia Fa continued:

"tell me the story."

Phil suddenly adopted a very serious and earnest tone, his expression sincere:

"Domi, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone. This is a secret between us brothers, and only the two of us can know it."

Seeing his solemn expression, Xia Fa also became serious and slowly nodded:

"Yes, don't worry, I will never tell anyone. Go ahead and tell me."

Seeing that he had agreed, Philill's face suddenly showed a relieved expression, and his eyes took on a naive look:

"That was when I was little. All I knew was to pick chamomile and iris around the village all day and sell them to the medicine merchants in town to earn money to supplement my family's income. Occasionally, I would buy myself some candy."

"At that time, I didn't have any particular thoughts. Like other children in the village, I just wanted to grow up quickly, move out of my home after I became an adult, and then go to town to work or become a hunter until I saved enough money to build my own house, then marry a woman from a neighboring village and start my own family."

"Until one day, someone came along and changed my destiny."

Phil suddenly brightened up, as if after many years, the thought of that person still filled him with passion.

"That day, the usually quiet village suddenly became lively."

"The uncles and elders in the village all got up early in the morning, each bringing out the best food from their homes. They gathered in the village square and began cooking all sorts of delicious food that can only be eaten at Christmas."

"We kids didn't know anything back then. We just followed the adults around and joined in the fun, occasionally stealing a piece of pork knuckle or a slice of sausage to satisfy our cravings."

"Until noon, we finally understood what was so important that the whole village had to make such a fuss."

"He was a wealthy businessman, a very rich businessman, who married the village chief's daughter who was studying at a university in a big city, and came back to hold a wedding ceremony."

"The wealthy businessman was dressed in a bespoke suit, a top silk hat, and even his cane was inlaid with gold. He rode in a luxurious carriage, followed by a large group of servants and maids."

"His second wife, the village chief's daughter, wore a wedding dress covered in crystals and diamonds that no one in the village had ever seen before. The train of the dress alone was ten meters long, and it was all held up by the maids with their hands."

"The food that the villagers had worked so hard to prepare was looked down upon by the wealthy merchant. He took out all sorts of delicacies that we had never seen before from the cart that his servants had brought."

"Tuna, foie gras, caviar, snails, ham... all prepared by his servants, resulted in an incredibly lavish dinner that rewarded the entire village."

"That night, we kids ate so much we almost swallowed our tongues. To this day, that dinner is still the most delicious and satisfying dinner I've ever had."