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Volume 330: Chapter Chapter Children's Meal

"You have been following me since just now, what do you want to do?" Wan asked Saria behind him. She had driven a small van to deliver new goods to the clothing store, and now she was rushing to the commercial street to eat something.

It was 7:42 in the morning, a time when most operators were busy, and men, women, old and young of all kinds passed by them.

One out of ten people passing by turned around to look at Saria, because the clothes she was wearing were particularly "refreshing", a yellow training vest with a bright red cape, which was the most "spirited" outfit she had ever bought from a clothing store.

After putting on the new clothes, Saria felt that she had gained a lot of "strong and domineering" and was more confident. (To be honest, she might have been more [strong] if she had just put on a black leather coat)

Wanbao was not as "ostentatious" as Saria. She wore a beige coat which was common in this season, thin warm pants on the lower body, and dark red boots on her feet. She was dressed like an ordinary young woman.

"Well..." Saria didn't know where to start for a moment. Seeing her like this, Wan asked again:

"Do you want something from me? Or do you want me to do you a favor? Is it about what happened between you and Homer recently?"

"Hemer? Olivia...wait, how do you know about me and her?"

"Sareya, I have my sights all over this mobile city without you noticing. Everything that happens here is under my supervision, just like in Colombia in the past." Wan Liang opened his hands, pointed to both sides of the road, and said in a loud voice:

"Look, everything you can see here is my territory, my things, my people... I know everything that happened to them, their relationships, and their thoughts, just as I know what happened to you recently."

"Oh... this..." Saria didn't ask any more questions. She didn't want to talk about Hemer with others now. "No, my following you has nothing to do with Olivia."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to know why you are so strong"

"Haha~" Wan Bao laughed smugly after hearing this. She put her hands in her pockets and asked Saria, "You obviously have the strongest master in the world, but you asked me how to be strong? Xiao Er should have told you the secret of being strong."

"A strong heart? Strong self-discipline? Hard work? He told me those things, and I tried them, but the results were minimal. I've been thinking recently that maybe the path Xiaoer gave me is not suitable for me..."

"Then what makes you think my path is suitable for you? Can you be so ruthless and unrighteous? Or do you have the patience and perseverance to make a comeback after suffering devastating blows again and again?"

"……………………" Saria was silent after hearing this, and then she heard Wanbao mocking her in a sarcastic tone:

"You just think it's easy for me. Do you think you can be invincible just by being crazy and a scoundrel? A person who only knows how to take shortcuts all day will end up accomplishing nothing... Saria, in the past thousand years, I have seen countless people with extraordinary talents but who are lazy and ignorant. They all ended up accomplishing nothing."

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"You want to know why I am strong? Would you ask a person who is walking why he is walking? I am strong! It's because I was born this way! I was born to rule you!"

Passers-by avoided Wan's words after hearing him. After thousands of years, certain behavioral logics have been engraved in the subconscious of ordinary people on Terra, teaching them how to survive...

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More than ten minutes later, Saria was still following Wan. Wan thought that his previous words would drive her away, but Saria insisted on seeing how she spent the day. Wan, who couldn't stand her, reluctantly agreed.

As Saria followed Wan, she felt the road around her was more and more familiar. Wasn't this the place where she got the hot dog before?

The middle-aged man whose food cart was destroyed was leaning against the street lamp where his stall was originally. He had an indifferent expression and seemed like he had not figured out what to do next.

He knew clearly that the higher authorities would not take direct measures against those with "extraordinary abilities"; and he had not applied to the higher authorities for permission to set up a stall in this place because he could not afford the high stall fees and thus had no way to claim compensation.

"Louie, what's wrong? Where's your stall? I'm still waiting to eat the hot dogs you sell..." Wan glanced at the fire truck and patrol car across the street, and with a quick scan of the middle-aged man's brain, she understood the whole story.

Saria was more than 20 meters away from Wan, with half of her body hidden by the corner of the road. She wanted to see how Wan would deal with this matter.

Wan took out a check from inside his coat, took out a pen and wrote on it, then squatted down and handed the written check to the middle-aged man, said a few words to him, and then turned and left.

"I can't believe that you would actually give him money? Is he an acquaintance of yours? Or do you want to win people's hearts and minds with this? To plant spies?" Saria asked behind Wan.

Wan's behavior just now was very different from the evil devil she had in mind. Did Wan really repent? Or was he just putting on a show in front of her?

"Putting on a show? Saria, you think too highly of yourself," Wan said lightly, "I'm not giving him the money directly, I'm lending it to him. He has to pay me back with interest in half a year."

"Why? Are you a loan shark? How much interest will he give you?" Saria tried her best to imagine Wan's purpose. There must be some evil conspiracy hidden under this seemingly kind appearance.

"I lent him a total of 30,000 yuan, and he had to pay me back 31,000 yuan including interest six months later. The reason I lent him instead of giving him was to protect his self-esteem, nothing more. Why do you think I need to extort money from the poor?"

"Because whatever you did in the past was done with a purpose..."

"So you don't believe I have good intentions?"

"…………"

"Let's not talk about this. Since you think I'm plotting all the time, you won't believe it no matter how I explain it to you," Wan stopped. The red man in the traffic light opposite stood at attention, and vehicles were running like a tide on the middle road.

Although Rhodes Island is only a small mobile city, its commercial district is as prosperous as Lungmen.

"Why don't you tell me why you wanted to destroy that man's stall? He didn't provoke you."

"Ah... this, because... because I want to be a lunatic and do whatever I want. Wasn't you like that before? People of high rank like us don't need to abide by the rules made by the weak."

"Ah? What nonsense are you talking about, lunatic?" Wan's face was stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he glanced at Saria, "When did I not pay for my meals? Next time, don't say such things that insult my intelligence! Listen to me! We are strong people, not gangsters or hooligans!"

The traffic light opposite turned from red to green, and the green man walked in the display frame. The flow of people on both sides of the street began to interact. Saria was still following Wan, and she said again:

"This is very wrong... You have been giving me a very wrong feeling recently. This is very wrong."

"Very unusual? What's the big deal? I'm just living my life the way I want to. What does "very unusual" mean to you?"

"Do I have to laugh like crazy all day long, have no fun in life, have a mind full of evil, and think of some outrageous and ridiculous plans to destroy the world all the time to meet your expectations of me? Just like those lame super villains in Columbia Comics in the past?"

"Saria, haven't you discovered it yet?" Wan asked her. Saria was stunned. "What did you discover? ..."

"It means that you don't really care about the people around you. You actually live in your own world and play the role you think is right. The people around you are just actors in your play. You classify them by putting various labels on them."

"When you were young, you wanted to play a rebellious anti-hero, so you naturally regarded me and Rhine Life as your imaginary enemies; now that you are frustrated in life and have begun to follow the route of the protagonist with a midlife crisis that is common in Colombian TV series, you regard the acquaintances around you as common characters in such TV series."

"You don't really love the people around you. Your concern for them is just to shape your own personality..."

"And now you want to be a lunatic, so you follow me and want to learn from me, but now you find that I don't meet your expectations, and you are even disappointed in me?"

"You don't know me at all! Your impression of me is just a stereotyped villain created by your own mind. How can you know what I've been through, what I've lost, or my true ideals?"

"………" Saria did not refute. When she saw Wan stop, she asked:

"What are you going to do now?"

Seeing that Saria refused to leave, Wan was too lazy to make any more sarcastic remarks to her.

If it was a thousand years ago, when Wan was young and energetic, she would definitely kill this ignorant guy, Saria. But after a thousand years, Wan's mentality has changed. She has started to be a little indifferent recently, and her temper and patience have also improved significantly.

Facing Saria's question, which he had been asking for who knows how many times, Wan Ping said calmly:

"Eat, I was thinking of just buying a hot dog... Never mind... I'm treating you today, so just eat something..." Her tone sounded exhausted.

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Saria looked up and saw the sign of the store. It was a classic Colombian fast food restaurant. The waiter had taken her there several times when she was a child and she had even received a small toy as a gift with her meal.

"But you are from Yan country, shouldn't you take me to a morning tea shop? The kind that has xiaolongbao, rice noodle sausage, and crystal shrimp dumplings..."

"Ah?" Wan showed a bitter face that only older women have. "In Rhodes Island, where can I get you some steamed buns, rice noodles, or crystal shrimp dumplings? You can just make do with what you have..."

Wan pushed open the door, and the sensor bell at the door rang automatically, saying "Welcome." Then a middle-aged woman dressed as a waitress walked towards them with a business smile, holding a menu in her hand.

"I want fish and chips and a beef burger, and the fries should come with more ketchup..." Wan pointed at Saria next to him, "Give this girl a children's meal, the kind that comes with a small toy. It's best if it's really fun and can keep her from talking nonsense for the whole day."

Wan's tone was that of a single mother raising an especially large, rebellious daughter or granddaughter.

"Hey!..." Saria was about to reprimand Wan for mocking her when she caught a glimpse of the toy signboards in the fast food restaurant. They were actually minifigures from The Simpsons? Collecting the whole set also comes with a hidden model?

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Damn it! She wanted to condemn it loudly, but she also felt that this children's meal was not bad. Before she knew it, she sat down with Wan in the store, and before she knew it, the waiter handed her a small box containing the minifigures...

"Wait..." Saria stopped the clerk who was about to leave and asked her:

“How many kids meals do I have to order to get the hidden item?”

About ten minutes later, Saria patiently assembled parts of The Simpsons minifigures in front of piles of children's meals. These minifigures are composed of three major parts: head, torso, and limbs. The included platform can be assembled into a complete floor to recreate classic scenes.

“Damn it, why are three of them Bart in a row? I already have five Maggies! Why is Lisa so hard to put together?…” Saria threw the assembled figure aside.

Wan Ze leaned back and looked out the window, muttering, "They are really just kids... They are so easy to get rid of..."

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Seeing the waiter bringing another tray of children's meal, Saria couldn't wait to take out the box of minifigures that came with it. After tearing it open, she couldn't help but feel disappointed, "It's Bart again..."

"You have to finish eating this..." Wan said to Saria, then stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Wan followed the waiter all the way to a place where Saria could not detect and used her power to block the sound and consciousness. Wan asked the waiter directly if she could sell Saria what "Maji?" she was missing, because she knew that Saria would not give up until she had a complete set.

Later, Wan used the money from twenty children's meals to put an end to Saria's endless greed. After ordering the next children's meal, Saria was surprised to take out the fragments of Maggie from the accompanying doll box, and then exchanged the hidden version with a full set of Simpsons dolls.

Wan was standing opposite with her chin in one hand, watching with a smile as Saria excitedly opened the hidden box. It was hard for her to understand why Saria was so happy about a small toy, but when Saria was happy she could share her joy.

"The hidden model is indeed Maggie. No wonder I didn't see her on the package before..." Saria took out a yellow baby figure from the box. Wan Neng clearly felt that her excitement had faded, so he asked:

"What's wrong? The minifigure you're hiding doesn't suit your taste?"

"Not really..." Saria put her collection of dolls in the corner of the dining table and started to tear the packaging off the burger. She took a bite and chewed while saying, "It's the kind of loss after getting what you want. Haven't you ever had this feeling?"

"Hmm..." Wan was silent for two or three seconds, "Maybe I have never gotten what I wanted... My life has actually been very unsatisfactory..."

"You also know that Nian and I are twins. When she was a child, her power appeared earlier than mine, so our mother naturally favored her more, and I also developed a strong personality in such an environment. I don't really care about my mother's love, I just hate her looking down on me..."

"For a long time, I have regarded Nian as my imaginary enemy. When I was young, I always loved to compete with her. When she became stronger, I would become stronger. When she recruited troops, I would demand that I have more men than her. Later, I did defeat her several times, but that did not bring me happiness. It seems that defeating Nian is not what I want..."

"Later, in order to seek excitement, I took on Mostima and other strong men as my rivals one after another, but after defeating one opponent after another, I still felt boring and bored... Until now, I still don't understand what I want."

"Wait..." Saria swallowed the food.

Isn't it what you want to rule the world? Haven't you always wanted to be the strongest person in the world?"

"Sareya, do you believe that I would not be satisfied if I could really do those things?" Wan looked at Sareya seriously, "Yes, those were indeed my goals. I once wanted to kill Xiao Er and then conquer the entire Terra, but he blasted me down."

"And after that, Xiao Er also died, and it was no longer possible to defeat him." (The answer is the final battle)

"Let's stop here. There is no point in discussing this topic..."

Wan picked up the pile of hamburgers in the middle of the table and ate them. "Hmm... it tastes okay... We really have to thank the Kentucky Colonel for inventing fast food..."

"But he didn't invent the hamburger, did he? McDonald's should have been invented earlier..." Saria said, "There are also Burger King and FamilyMart..."

Where will they go after breakfast?

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Volume 332: Chapter Chapter Divinity

"What are you looking at?" Saria was eating a hamburger when she noticed that she was looking towards the entrance of the restaurant. There was nothing strange or anyone there. It was just the same [ordinary]

Could it be possible that Wan Neng could find some fun in this [ordinariness]?

"Look," Wan pointed in the direction of the door. If you go a little further inside, you can see a lonely man sitting there. There is nothing outstanding about him. Saria doesn't understand why Wan would notice such a man.

All I could hear was Wanyong's voice like a movie narrator stating:

"That man is barely a writer. He makes money by posting his stories on the Internet, but because his stories are not easy to understand and too niche, few people buy his stories. His royalties cannot support his life, so he goes to various places to do odd jobs every day."

Saria saw that although the man was tall, he was extremely thin. From a distance, he looked like a skeleton covered with a coat.

"He is now lying to his family that he has a respectable job in Rhode Island, because he knows that if he tells his family about his current situation, they will not only not comfort him, but will only laugh at and ridicule his stupidity and fantasy... He knows that if he returns to his hometown, he will never be able to make a breakthrough."

"That man is a dreamer. There are many people like him in Rhodes Island who are not very talented but still have fantasies."

After Wan finished recounting the writer's story, he talked about his own past experience:

"I remember that hundreds of years ago in Gaul, when the place was still called Gaul, I settled there and bought a farmhouse to live an idyllic life. At that time, a strange painter rented my attic and worked hard there all day.

"I've seen his paintings, they're messy and worth very little. Almost everyone around him advised him to stop painting because he had no future..."

"But the painter has a stubborn temper. The more others persuade him and laugh at him, the more he wants to continue painting... In the end..." Wan remained silent, obviously waiting for Saria to guess.

"In the end, he... succeeded?" Of course, Saria knew that Wan's story would not be so positive, but she couldn't think of anything else.

"Then the painter fell in love with a dancer, but the dancer didn't like him. Then the painter cut off one of his ears with a knife and gave it to the dancer. Finally, he committed suicide alone in my field..."

“……………………Well…okay…” Saria was frightened.

"Later, I felt it was unlucky, so I moved away and no longer paid attention to what happened there..." Wan took a bite of the burger in her hand, her eyes constantly moving around the restaurant, and soon locked onto the next target.

"The waitress who greeted us was a single mother who brought up a seven or eight-year-old child. Her husband died in an operation six years ago..."

"She lived between life and death every day, and wanted to end her life every night because the pressure of life made her breathless. But when she woke up every morning and looked at her child's sleeping face, she had the motivation to live again..."

"But her child doesn't think so. He has been without his mother's company for a long time and lost his father too early, which has caused him to lack some kind of emotion. When he grows up, he will not repay his mother for raising him. He will only resent her for certain things..."

Wan glanced in another direction, where a couple was sitting. She knew their story. "They were a couple who came to the island during the Tower of Babel period. They were both merchants and the original employees of the Rhode Island trading post. In a normal couple, if the man is strong, the woman will be relatively weak, and vice versa. A couple is constantly trying to find a balance."