Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 101 The difference between reality and illusion

The digital clock hanging on the wall ticked by minute by second until the hourly 'ding' sounded again.

Momoa noticed that the outer tent cloth was sprinkled with dim orange sunset light, which was gentle and not so bright. Only the light source inside the tent emitted bright light.

It was probably dusk outside, which meant that she slept at least throughout the day.

Next to the mat in the tent, I noticed the sound of the alarm clock. My black-haired sister woke up first, and was surprised to find that my sister, who was supposed to be lying down, sat up with her upper body.

"Sister Momoa."

"Kaiten."

Momoa also replied, and Kaiten and the other confused little loli responded at the same time:

"I am here."

"..."

I called one person's name and received two responses.

Momana's brain, which had lost psychic support, shut down for a moment, making it difficult to understand the situation just now.

Didn't I call you sister? I haven't asked my sister's name yet, right? Why are they so in sync? Are they twins?

There was silence for a while, then she turned to look at her black-haired twin sister.

"Isn't that your name, Kaiten?"

The black-haired loli shook her head, reached out to hold her sister's hand, raised it and explained.

"Our name is Kaiten, Kaiten is our common name."

Born in the slums, they did not know much about literacy, and most of them learned it from storybooks. From the mouths of the aunts in the small town, they only knew that they were called Kaiten and did not have a separate name.

But this is enough. She and her sister share the same name and live together like a shadow.

"Um."

The orange-haired sister hugged her sister tightly, sticking together as if she was afraid of being snatched away by others.

"I am the younger sister. To distinguish us, the aunties in town will call me Teng. My sister is Kai, and we are Kaiteng."

Then Teng thought of something again and took out a sweet fruit from the ball-shaped cloth bag behind him. He held the 'large' fruit in his two small hands and handed it to Momoa.

"Eat to compensate."

"I?"

Momoa, who was lying on his side, pointed his finger at himself suspiciously. Just when he was about to refuse, his stomach growled.

Gugu~

"It's night now and you've been sleeping all day."

"No need, you can eat."

Momoa pushed back the fruit without changing her expression. The two sisters were so thin, and she still wanted to eat their fruit. She always felt like a loser who only eats lolita. Besides, shouldn't I be the one raising lolita? How can I be raised?

principle.

With this thought in mind, I took out my personal terminal and turned on the tent synchronization function, looking around to find Vansini.

"Where's Vansini? She's my companion. We brought a lot of food, so we can eat together."

"Hmm... I don't know."

The orange-haired sister answered nonchalantly, just staring blankly at Tiantianguo, as if wondering why anyone could refuse the charm of Tiantianguo.

After being in a daze for a while, her sister's message of spiritual communication suddenly sounded in her heart, and she suddenly came to her senses, shook her long wavy hair, and handed over the fruit again.

"Eat, you've been hungry for a long time, eat first."

"..."

Such a stubborn sister.

"Oh well."

Momoa nodded helplessly without rejecting the two's kindness.

There is still a lot of food in the car, so the four of them will not be hungry after eating sweet fruits. Moreover, the two of them have been in the wild for a long time and can only pick fruits to eat every day. The packaged food in the car may make them happier.

She slightly opened her teeth and bit into the sweet fruit, sucking out the sweet and sour juice in the fruit. She asked curiously.

"By the way, why haven't I seen any other sweet fruits nearby before?"

Obviously, I searched around last night and only found a small ripe sweet fruit. This fruit is so big, it is more like the size of March in Siqingzhou.

"We ripened it."

"Ripening?"

Psychic farming, hmm, is really a good idea.

The taste is quite good, not like rough industrial ripening at all, and it is on par with the sweet fruit last night.

Wait, the sweet fruit last night... Momoa had a guess in his mind.

"Then that sweet fruit we ate last night..."

"Yes, that was originally our meal."

"..."

If it's bad, you'll become a bad guy who robs children of their food.

No wonder the Kaiten sisters came out to look for food last night. Besides being hungry, they must also be in a constant mood. The sweet fruit that was finally ripened with psychic powers was picked and eaten by them.

Momoa stopped biting the sweet fruit in embarrassment, and then asked:

"Is this what you eat on weekdays?"

"Well, our appetite is relatively small."

"Eat several times a day."

"Two...once, after the aunts were taken away, we didn't dare to run out of the house."

My sister's eyes were dazed and she didn't dare to look at each other, so she said solemnly.

Suddenly, the tent door curtain was opened, and Vansini came in with a band-aid on her face. She saw Momoa waking up and approached her as if she wanted to crush her to death.

The two sisters tacitly retreated to the edge, and the tent, which was not crowded at first, suddenly became full.

"Momo Momoa! You..."

Before she finished speaking, Momoa interrupted her oppressive behavior with a hint of disgust in her tone. They were both beast-eared girls, so why was the difference so big?

Vansini is weak in strength, playful, clingy, can eat, and has a band-aid on her face.

Sister Kaiten, who eats very little every day, is lovable, well-behaved and sensible, obedient and easy to deceive, can control thunder, and has psychic communication and understanding.

"Go out and talk."

"Huh? No more rest?"

"If you keep pressing on me, the wound will get worse."

"oh oh."

Vansini stood up awkwardly, made space and walked out.

Momoa sighed and went out, followed closely by the two little girls. The outside had already turned from early morning to dusk with condensed morning dew.

"Momo, what I want to say is that the meal is ready."

Not long after, Vansini came back from behind the car, carrying a plate of shark fins. "The patient needs to eat better. Here, they both can't finish the shark fins."

The shark's fin, which was originally as big as a basin, had obviously been chewed by two small sharks, leaving it only the size of two palms.

If the portion eaten was due to Kaiten's meal last night, then the appetite of the two little ones is probably at the level of a young Vansini, which has nothing to do with the lack of appetite.

"...I'm not a loser, so just give them the shark fins."

Momoa took the shark fin with his left hand and handed it to Sister Kaiten. "What I need now is to rest. As long as I have psychic energy, everything else doesn't matter."

In Vansini's dissatisfied eyes, she gently rubbed Kaiten's ear again, causing a blush.

Glancing at the two people's residence in the ruins from the corner of his eye, Momoa noticed that the originally tiny opening had turned into a low door like that in the spiritual world.

"How come your home has grown so big?"

"We used spiritual power to adjust it so that we can return the shark fins to you."

Kaiten stepped forward and gently stopped her in her tracks.

"I'll go in and take a look."

Momoa didn't dislike Sister Kaiten's dirty clothes. Momoa hugged her into his arms just like in the spiritual world. The other party also cared about her injuries and did not resist.

Slowly walking into the cave, the shabby reality is completely different from the illusory beauty.

The upper block of rain-proof stones was slightly leaky, and five dirty black mats were spread on the ground, mixed with the soil.

The wrinkles and discoloration are obvious, and it looks like it has been turned over by two people. No matter how much you take care of the paper, it cannot escape the erosion of time and environment.

Momoa was silent for a while.

Sure enough, reality is not as beautiful as imagined.

I am afraid that only in illusion can they experience the joy of life. The reality is only cold and hunger.

Suddenly thinking of something, Momoa asked.

"How... how old are you?"

"Ten years old."

Sister Kaiten answered in a low voice.

Sure enough...it's not like they look seven or eight years old. These two children share a sweet fruit every day. They have been malnourished for a long time and they look so young.

At ten years old, you have already received many years of education at this age.

Kaiten and the others, their childhood has been delayed.

At dusk, the setting sun shone along the entrance of the cave, and Momoa fell into deep thought.

(End of chapter)