Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 342 Receiving Food

After Shi Fei finished speaking, he flicked his finger lightly, and a ripple spread through the air, as if space itself had been torn apart by some invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, Wayne felt his body enveloped by an invisible force, and the scene before him began to distort and blur, as if he had been drawn into a vortex.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a dilapidated street.

The streets were lined with mottled walls covered in messy graffiti, and the corners were piled with garbage bags and discarded furniture. The air was filled with a rotten smell, mixed with the pungent odor of some kind of chemical substance.

He was no longer wearing that imposing armor, but a worn-out jacket with faded cuffs and patches on the knees of his trousers.

He held a rough wooden stick in his hand, the stick was full of cracks, and on his feet were a pair of old leather shoes with holes, the soles almost worn flat, making a "creaking" sound when he walked.

Wayne froze. He looked down at his hands; the skin was rough, his nails were full of dirt, and his knuckles were slightly deformed from years of wear and tear.

His body grew weak, and his breathing became heavy, as if every step required all his strength. He tried to call out to Afu, but only a hoarse sound came from his throat, with no response.

"Where...where is this?" Wayne murmured to himself, his voice filled with confusion and unease.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver involuntarily. Although the weather wasn't particularly cold, the morning chill was still biting.

He looked around and found that there were many tents all around him, stretching along the road in a colorful array, and he couldn't tell how many there were. Some tents had the sound of soft snoring coming from them, while others were completely silent, as if the people inside had already lost their vitality.

A peculiar stench filled the air, causing Wayne to frown. He knew it was the smell of burning leaves.

Disposable plastic needles were scattered everywhere on the street, and some people wandered around like zombies, their movements were strange, some of their heads were shaking as if they had lost control.

Some people kept banging their heads against the roadside pillars, making dull thuds. Others were gesturing at the air, muttering to themselves, as if fighting an unseen enemy.

Seeing these people, Wayne frowned even more!
This garbage!

He cursed inwardly. These guys, they're not even human! They're a cancer on the city.

He staggered forward, trying to get away. He avoided those who were clearly overdosed, but a few incoherent men still swayed up to him and made strange movements.

One of the men grinned, revealing yellowed teeth, and stared at Wayne with a lewd grin, reaching out to grab his clothes.

Wayne had no choice but to raise the wooden stick in his hand and strike the man's arm hard. The man was hit several times, but he didn't get angry. He just chuckled, as if being hit was a pleasure.

"..."

"Get out of my way!" Wayne growled weakly. The man, still smiling, staggered away.

Wayne quickened his pace, but his body was so weak that each step felt like walking on cotton.

He tried to find some familiar signs, but everything around him seemed strange and dilapidated. A few pedestrians hurried past on the street, but no one gave him a second glance, as if he were just a piece of discarded furniture on the street.

A few pedestrians hurried past on the street, but no one gave him a second glance.

It wasn't until he saw the words "Gough Daily" on a discarded newspaper at his feet that Wayne realized he was still in Gough City.

How can he get back to Wayne Manor?

He needs to find Afu, his armor, and his power. But right now, he doesn't even know where he is.

As he was pondering, his stomach suddenly growled, and a wave of hunger washed over him. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt hungry. The emptiness in his stomach made him dizzy and even unsteady on his feet.

He knew this was a sign of low blood sugar.

He slowly leaned against the wall, trying to find a ride. He walked two streets when suddenly he smelled the aroma of food.

Following the scent, he walked to a street corner and saw a long line of people, with a truck distributing relief food at the front of the line.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, but ultimately went over and stood at the end of the line. He needed to eat his fill to have the strength to return to Wayne Manor.

The line moved slowly forward, and Wayne heard people in front of him talking in hushed tones.

What is today's relief food?

"I heard it's bran sausage and zero-calorie drinks, which won't fill you up at all."

"It's better than nothing."

"……Too."

Wayne's heart sank. Gluten sausages and zero-calorie drinks wouldn't provide enough energy. He lowered his head, trying to hide his face, but the people around him didn't seem to care.

No one realized he was Mr. Wayne.

The wind was strong today, making him feel quite uncomfortable. Fortunately, the sun rose, and the temperature in the air rose a bit. When it was finally his turn, the volunteer distributing food handed him two bran sausages and a bottle of drink.

"...That's all?" he said to the volunteer in astonishment.

Can two bran sausages and a bottle of beverage fill you up?

The volunteer, a young Black woman, shook her head and said helplessly, "There are only so many for one person. If you take them, then move aside!"

How could she not know that they weren't getting enough to eat? But they were only allowed that much per person, as per the rules.

Wayne glanced at the box beside her; it contained only a dozen or so bran sausages. He reluctantly took the food and turned to leave.

He walked to a corner, looked down at the packaging of the bran sausage, and suddenly realized that it was actually produced by one of his own companies.

Gluten sausages are sausages made primarily from flour containing gluten; in other words, they are sausages made from gluten flour.

Because gluten flour contains abundant B vitamins, selenium, magnesium, and other minerals, as well as a lot of dietary fiber, and because it has a lower calorie content than regular starch, this type of sausage is ideal for urbanites trying to lose weight. It is also more expensive than regular sausages or even meat sausages, and its sales have always been good.

If it were Wayne in the past, he might have tried it with great interest, but now he was starving and this kind of thing wouldn't fill him up at all!

He looked at the drink again and found that it was also a product of Wayne Enterprises, named "Sunshine," peach flavored, zero calories, zero carbs, and very healthy.

But Wayne knew that what he needed right now wasn't "health," but calories! Even a piece of fried chicken would be better than all of this!

To eat, or not to eat?

(End of this chapter)