Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 133 Does the world... have souls?
The scorching asphalt road greedily absorbed the afternoon sun, becoming hot enough to fry an egg.

Chen Baiyu looked down at the broken sneaker on her right foot; the separation of the sole from the upper indicated that it had reached the end of its life.

Not to mention the tear in his pants on his right leg that ran from the top of his thigh all the way to his knee.

It was indeed cool.

However, it is unsightly and too avant-garde.

He pouted.

He simply bent down and hooked his fingers around the shoe upper.

Just a little effort.

"Sizzle!"

The left shoe, which was still relatively intact, had also completely fulfilled its purpose, becoming a soft piece of fabric and a piece of separated rubber.

Chen Baiyu casually tossed the two tattered shoes into the nearby trash can without a second thought.

It made a soft "thump" sound.

Then, he stepped out of the alley.

At this moment, his physique, nine times stronger than that of an ordinary person, demonstrated its most basic and practical function—defense.

The smooth, dry soles of my feet stepped directly onto the scorching, rough surface covered with fine gravel and unidentified sharp objects.

That moment.

The sensations coming from the soles of my feet were extremely clear: the scalding temperature felt like a real flame licking at me, but it couldn't cause the slightest burn; countless tiny pebbles, dust particles, and even some glass shards that were barely visible to the naked eye were poking at the soles of my feet, the sharp touch was very obvious, but it couldn't even pierce the outermost layer of my skin.

His skin's resilience and strength have long since surpassed the limits of ordinary understanding.

If you activate the [Dragonborn] Xingtai skin, this layer of skin will become even more resilient, and its defense can truly reach a level thicker than a city wall.

While pondering, Chen Baiyu took the first step.

Then comes the second step, the third step...

He walked very steadily, even faster than an average person wearing shoes.

Of course.

Being unafraid of scratches is one thing.

However, without a biological barrier to isolate dust, there's no way to expect Chen Baiyu's feet to be clean.

The scene in anime or movies where fairies walk barefoot through mud yet remain spotless and flawless.

It's purely a ploy to fool the easily fooled guys at the porridge bar.

This setting is designed solely to satisfy some strange and unusual fetishes.

Reality starkly reveals its cruelty.

After walking only a few dozen meters, the soles of Chen Baiyu's once smooth feet visibly changed color: they were covered with black mud, gray dust, and various suspicious tiny particles...

He looked down, his face expressionless.

After deliberately avoiding all sorts of disgusting objects and water stains, these things aren't considered dirty.

And anyway, I don't feel any pain or discomfort.

He naturally didn't care much.

Even if passersby occasionally noticed his bare feet and cast surprised, curious, or slightly disdainful glances at him, he didn't care much.

Why should mortals understand the actions of God?

He just walked slowly.

Soon, their target was a small clothing store located at the back corner of the food street, with a worn and dilapidated signboard.

Hanging outside the shop are simple and slightly outdated T-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, and some cheap leather shoes, cloth shoes, and plastic slippers.

The glass display window was covered in red "Clearance" and "Special Price" signs, and it was quite dusty.

Barefoot and under the gazes of the crowd, Chen Baiyu pushed open the creaking glass door without any hindrance.

A pungent smell of old fabric, mothballs, and cheap incense wafted over me.

The shop was small and dimly lit, filled with clothes hanging densely.

An elderly woman with gray hair and reading glasses, sitting on a small stool, looked up as she mended old clothes.

Seeing Chen Baiyu barefoot and with tattered trousers, a hint of surprise flashed in her cloudy old eyes, which was then replaced by a calm that came from a lifetime of experience.

"Young man, buying shoes or clothes?"

The old woman put down her needle and thread, her voice calm.

"Hmm." Chen Baiyu said succinctly, her gaze sweeping directly over the shelf. "Give me the sturdiest pair of work pants, preferably pure cotton, durable. Also, a pair of the largest sneakers, with thick soles."

He specifically emphasized "sturdy" and "durable".

Although it will most likely still turn out badly, it's still some psychological comfort.

The old lady slowly got up, her movements a little shaky.

She pulled a pair of dark gray cotton overalls from the bottom shelf; the fabric did look quite thick.

"Will this be okay? You're tall, young man, the largest size might be a bit long. We can trim the hem."

She rummaged through the pile of shoes in the corner and finally pulled out a pair of old-fashioned, dark blue mesh sneakers with soles that were at least three or four centimeters thick. The upper of the shoes had a blurry, unidentified brand logo printed on it.

"Look, the largest shoe I own is size 44. Want to try it on?"

Size 44 was just enough for Chen Baiyu's height.

But it's only at the level of "being able to get in," not exactly a perfect fit.

"Is there anywhere to exchange it?"

Chen Baiyu took the clothes and shoes and asked.

The old lady pointed inside the shop, behind a tattered curtain.

Chen Baiyu went inside.

The space was extremely cramped and filled with all sorts of cardboard boxes.

He quickly changed into the dark gray work pants. The fabric rubbed against his skin, which was far from comfortable and even caused a slight itching sensation.
Fortunately, it's lenient enough.

As for the shoes, he put on the socks he had just bought before putting on the shoes.

It's really tight; the tips of my toes are pressing against the shoe's upper.

He tried stomping his feet in place.

The soles are a bit hard, but the feel underfoot is okay.

He frowned slightly, his internal forces instinctively adjusting the muscles and bones in his feet to adapt to the pressure.

Make sure that this "hard shell" won't break when you exert force on the next kick.

Come out after changing.

The old lady adjusted her reading glasses, looked him over, nodded, and said, "Very good. Clothes make the man. It's just that these shoes seem..."

She also noticed that the shoes were a bit tight.

"As long as you can walk, that's fine."

Chen Baiyu took out the cash on his person to pay, and the price was so cheap that he didn't even bother to count the change.

Stepping out of the cramped, dimly lit clothing store, I was instantly engulfed by the midday sun and the sweltering heat.

Chen Baiyu subconsciously lifted her foot, getting used to the stiff, restrictive feeling of the new shoes.

He stretched his ankles to make sure his "makeshift armor" wouldn't fail him at a crucial moment.

Then, he raised his head.

My gaze followed the direction of the food street.

The first thing you notice is the sound.

The roar of cars, the noise of crowds, the shouts of shopkeepers...

It surged in like an invisible tide.

Then, at the end of that clamor.

A colossal object crashed into view with a deafening roar.

Like a mountain rising abruptly from the ground, it instantly overshadowed all the low buildings and messy vendors around it, exuding a calm, unquestionable, and mountain-like aura.

That is the renowned West China Hospital of Sichuan University!

Its scale far exceeded Chen Baiyu's previous imagination.

From the edge of the food street where he was standing, only a part of its huge courtyard could be seen.

A towering main building pierces the clouds, its glass curtain wall reflecting a blinding white light under the blazing sun, like a towering tower in the mortal world.

The main building's massive base extends to both sides, forming a continuous series of smaller buildings of varying heights that seem to stretch endlessly. Countless buildings, both new and old, tall and short, are densely clustered together.

A slight shift of the gaze reveals other equally impressive inpatient buildings, outpatient buildings, emergency centers, and various specialized treatment centers, all arranged in close succession.

The entire hospital area is incredibly large, and the food street where he is located looks like a "nutritional placenta" that has grown naturally on the edge of this medical megacity.

This place truly deserves its reputation as one of the largest and most professional hospitals in western China.

Life flows within this vast building, carrying the highest hopes and the deepest sorrows.

Here.

It is a place where all aspects of human life converge, a place where life and death intertwine.

As Chen Baiyu gazed into the distance, some thoughts that had crossed his mind before surfaced.

"West China Hospital..."

Chen Baiyu silently recited in his heart.

With such a massive scale and such a dense flow of life, there must be enough scenes of life and death to unfold in just one day, right?

Standing before this colossal fortress, a symbol of human fragility and resilience, science and helplessness, he suddenly felt something deeper.

"At this rate... people must be dying every day, right? Maybe even a dozen or more? Dozens?"

Chen Baiyu subconsciously made an estimate in his mind.

A large patient base, complex critical cases, and irreversible natural aging...

The end of life is a normal occurrence here.

So……

If death is not the end.

If consciousness, energy, or what is called "soul" really exists as some theories suggest.

So, beneath this massive hospital, beneath this land, or in the invisible cracks of space, could there also be a vast number of souls that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people?

or.

Are there lingering unresolved obsessions and echoes?
This idea struck him like a silent lightning bolt across his mind, making him eager to explore it further.

In fact, after he reached level five and obtained the rudimentary form of the primordial spirit, he had such guesses and thoughts.

I became curious about whether souls truly exist and where they go.

His uniqueness most likely comes from the system, but what if there really are souls in this world besides him?

So where will it come from? And where will it go?

After death, do people truly turn to dust, or does their soul leave their body and travel to another unknown world?

Countless doubts immediately filled my mind.

at the moment……

It seems like I have some free time to go and take a look.

Think of this.

Chen Baiyu couldn't help but take a deep look at the magnificent and imposing complex of buildings.

(End of this chapter)