I'm not just human!

"That strange fluctuation in the city just now must have been from Lord [Supreme Law], right? I really didn't expect that two righteous gods would return in one day!"

"Great! We're saved!"

"Praise be to the Lord of Nature! Praise be to the Supreme Law! Thank you for your blessings, you two great beings!"

In the city where gold pounds converge, although the celebration of revenge has just ended, it does not prevent a new feast from beginning.

Especially those wounded transcendental gods and unknown beings returning from the front lines of the Protoss Natural Starfield need such celebrations to soothe their souls, relax and enjoy themselves, so that they can once again regroup and rush to the front lines to fight against the Cleansers.

Having done all this, the [Nature Monarch] returned to the Hall of Divine Ritual, and with a wave of his hand, a sumptuous and fragrant feast from the past was created.

Xia Faguang could see the old-fashioned fried rice, the old-fashioned twice-cooked pork, the old-fashioned iced tea, and other delicacies at a glance.

"Everyone, it's rare for us to get together like this, right? Let's call over [Error Rules] and [Silver Universe], or we can go to their place for a meal and discuss what to do next."

Although [Nature Monarch] is only a civil official with the strength of a fifth-tier official god, he has the demeanor of a big brother. As soon as he spoke, everyone agreed, after all, he was obliged to those who ate his food.

On his way back through the gray fog of time, Xia Fa had already heard that the food created by the [Nature Monarch] was a thousand times, ten thousand times, better than what gourmets could cook themselves, and was truly the most delicious food in the world.

Moreover, many of these ingredients were not created out of thin air through "miraculous fantasy," but rather were cultivated in separate small worlds by Him using the flesh and blood of the past. The so-called "creation" is actually just a series of cooking procedures.

Therefore, filled with anticipation, he accepted the invitation from the [Nature Monarch] and took a seat.

……

Half a day later.

A drunken Xia Fa pushed open the door to his divine abode, staggered a few steps, and lay down on a bench in the garden gazebo.

He instinctively felt that his stomach was full, and not only that, his head was also dizzy, but he still longed to eat a few more bites of the food prepared by the [Nature Monarch].

If I weren't so full...

After lying there for a while, Xia Fa let out a long breath and finally became somewhat sober. He didn't use his supernatural power to get rid of the effects of the alcohol, but instead enjoyed the tipsy feeling.

I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time since I learned that the more than 10,000 Gold Cleaners were about to awaken.

"Oh right, take a look at this first!"

Suddenly remembering something, Xia Fa flipped his hand and took out a fragment of reality.

These shards of reality, resembling broken glass, are hard currency in the city where gold pounds converge, sometimes even more effective than gold pounds themselves.

Although it only contains some historical fragments, the gods and celestial beings love to collect them and often buy them at high prices, which naturally leads to this price.

However, this fragment of history does not contain any history, but rather Dickinson's past.

This was given to him by the "Actor of Destiny" after the banquet, saying that He had investigated some of Dictator's past from childhood to adulthood.

Moreover, according to the [Actor of Destiny], after his youth, Dicket became extremely mysterious after mysteriously disappearing for a period of time. Even when the [Actor of Destiny] used [Eternal Destiny] to investigate, he could not find any trace of what happened afterward.

Of course, it wasn't until after the banquet that Xia Fa learned that the [Actor of Destiny] had actually only started paying attention to Dick Tudor the day before, right after he had given Dick Tudor the [Eternal Replication].

Therefore, this is also influenced by the fact that Dictator already possessed the status of an old-fashioned Celestial Venerable. If Dictator were merely a Mysterious Emperor, the [Actor of Fate] could easily investigate him thoroughly.

Holding this fragment of reality in his hand, which wasn't quite a fragment of reality, Xia Fa was caught in a dilemma.

He himself certainly trusted Dicketto completely, but on the other hand, Dicketto was indeed quite mysterious.

Although Xia Fa firmly believed that Dick Tudor would never turn around and join the Cleaners' camp,

But if Dictator is plotting something dangerous, such as establishing some forbidden ritual array, or trying to create some extremely terrifying sealed object... then I can stop Him in time—if these things might endanger Dictator's life.

If Dikto had always maintained a human body, Xiafa would never have thought this way. But in order to become a Celestial Venerable, he actually gave up his own physical body to possess the body of a fallen Celestial Venerable... This indicates that his thinking has become somewhat extreme.

"Well, let's take a look anyway. It'd be best if there's nothing wrong..."

Thinking this way, Xia Fa still chose to stick the fragments of reality on his forehead.

Unlike the "Fate Actor," I know Dick Tudor quite well, and maybe I can find some clues in his past, from his childhood to his youth...

……

What's wrong with me?

Xia Fa looked around and found himself on a muddy street, but floating in a floating position.

Although he knew this was the effect of viewing fragments of reality, he was still somewhat surprised by the experience, which was even more immersive than being there in person.

No wonder the true gods and celestial beings like to collect fragments of reality, and these fragments quickly gained popularity among outer gods and beings below them, such as Veronica, the chief of all poisons. So that's why.

"Veronica's fragment of reality... while precious, is probably not as high quality as the one the [Actor of Destiny] gave me. Hmm, I think I've heard them mention that the higher the quality of the fragment of reality, the stronger the immersive experience when viewing it. Veronica's fragment didn't have that effect..."

After calming down and without thinking too much, Xia Fa's gaze focused on a child on the muddy street.

The child had delicate features and a stubborn, unyielding spirit. He bore a striking resemblance to Dick Tudor, and was clearly a young Dick Tudor himself.

However, what Xia Fa didn't expect was that a girl a few years older than Dick Tudor was holding Dick Tudor's hand.

The girl looked very much like Dick Tudor, and was probably his older sister. Both of them were wearing tattered clothes, which were covered with stains and patches, as if they had been picked up from a garbage dump and then sewn up.

The street was not only muddy, but there was also some people's excrement on the street, and the alley was filled with the pungent smell of ammonia from urine.

The two small figures walked hand in hand towards the recycling station not far ahead.

Dick Tudor's sister was dragging a woven bag with her other hand, which jingled as it was dragged on the ground. It was obviously full of empty glass bottles, whether beer bottles or something else, no one knew.

"Uncle Joey, here you go!"

Upon reaching the recycling station, the little girl handed over the woven bag she was carrying. Young Dick Tudor hid behind her, only peeking out half his head, his dark eyes timidly watching the recycling station owner.

"Here we go again, Isabel, let me see..."

The owner of the scrap metal recycling station casually took the woven bag, shook it out, glanced at it, and then said in a nonchalant tone:

"A total of three copper coins."

Isabel shuddered slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard:

"But so many bottles are usually worth at least six copper coins each."

The scrap metal yard owner glared at her menacingly.

"The market for acquisitions has recently dropped, so this is the price."

Isabel bit her lip, as if she had suddenly made a decision:

"Then, I won't sell it anymore. I'll save up some more."

"Go to hell!" The shopkeeper shoved Isabel's outstretched hand away, knocking her dirty face to the ground. His expression became even more ferocious. "You think you can just say you won't sell? It's only three copper coins. If you say another word, you won't get a single one."

"Sister! How dare you hit my sister!"

Dick, who had been hiding timidly behind Isabel, suddenly charged at the boss like a little lion when he saw his sister being pushed down, waving his small fists as if he wanted to avenge his sister.

"court death!"

The boss's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his foot to kick out. If this kick hit Dick Tudor's delicate abdomen, it would probably shatter his internal organs and kill him instantly.

"Wait a minute! Three copper coins it is, I agree!"

Elizabeth screamed, reached out to stop them, and pulled her younger brother back.

The owner of the scrap metal yard stopped, glanced at the two children, then turned his head away and spat viciously on the ground:

"Alright, you're at least sensible. Remember this: from now on, any scrap you find on this street must be sold to me. Don't sell it to that bastard Rubil, understand?"

“I…I understand…” Isabel lowered her head and responded with a somber expression.

"That's good, get lost." The scrap metal dealer reached into his pocket, pulled out two copper coins, and threw them on the ground.

"What, why are there only two?" Isabel had just picked them up when she widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at the shopkeeper.

However, the owner of that scrap metal recycling station had already gone far away.

However, Isabel did not notice that young Dick Tudor's gaze was also fixed on the back of the scrap yard owner, his eyes flashing with some indescribable light.

"This……"

Xia Fa fell silent upon seeing this.

He never expected that the seemingly lazy yet dignified Dick Tudor would have such a past of being bullied.

The owner of this scrap metal recycling station is a complete scoundrel; he even bullies two children who depend on each other for survival.

However, Dick Tudor has lived for hundreds of years, perhaps even close to a thousand years, while the owner of this scrap metal yard is probably long dead.

Xia Fa was about to continue watching when suddenly, the dirty and chaotic street became blurry.

Immediately afterwards, everything in the fragments of reality became blurry, and only after a while did it gradually become clear.

The streets are still the same streets, and the level of dirt and disorder is not much better than before.

However, Isabel and Dick Tudor have grown up quite a bit. Isabel looks to be fifteen years old, and Dick Tudor is almost eleven.

The sky turned into a deep darkness, with only a bright moon barely illuminating the street. Isabel appeared from the street, wearing the work clothes of a textile worker. She seemed too tired to walk, but still walked step by step toward a dilapidated wooden bungalow.

She was clutching an oil paper bag tightly in her hand. The bag was filled with the aroma of oyster sauce pancakes, and it was also stained with oil.

Because Xia Fa was in the air, he saw that behind the bungalow, eleven-year-old Dikto quickly took off his dockworker's clothes and changed into a slightly worn but clean short-sleeved shirt and shorts. Then, he quietly climbed in through the window at the back of the bungalow.

After climbing inside, he immediately took out a few copper coins from his pocket and hid them in a small iron box.

Click!

Just as he finished doing all this, the door opened, and Elizabeth stood in the doorway.

Her face showed no trace of the weariness from walking through the dark streets; instead, it held a gentle smile as she looked at her younger brother.

"Dick Tudor, did you study hard at school today?"

Dick Tudor raised his little head and answered in a clear voice:

"Yes! The teacher taught us a lot of math equations today!"

Elizabeth smiled sweetly:

"That's good. Let's see what your sister brought you."

As she spoke, she pulled out a hidden oyster sauce pancake from behind her back.

"Wow!"

Dick Tudor's eyes lit up immediately. After all, he was only eleven years old and at the age when he was eager for delicious food. He ran over and took the oil paper bag from his sister's hand.

Just as he was about to take out the oyster sauce pancake to eat, Dick suddenly remembered something and turned around to hand the first oyster sauce pancake to Isabel.

"Sister, you eat first!"