"The Federation is actually just a puppet of the consortium, and there is nothing worthy of praise. At the beginning, people believed in the words of the Virtual City and knew that the Virtual City could bring them happiness. However, this so-called ridiculous happiness was eventually destroyed."

"The virtual city today is no longer the happy city before. It is a demon, a real demon, and the cause is all because..."

This book is very short, and many things are burned out by fire. In fact, there are only so many things that Morrison can see.

Morrison also knew that these things were still very important to his value.

"This is probably not a real history book. How could a real history book discredit its political group like this?" Morrison thought silently in his heart.

There are also several pictures that have been burned by fire near this book, but some of them can still be seen clearly.

"In this virtual city, it is divided into five areas, the Central District, the North District, the South District, the West District, and the East District. Their economic levels are different. Most of the people in the consortium are in the Central District, while the East District is a place where lower-class people live."

There is no content here on this page.

There is only one more page.

"This world is divided into four levels: consortium, upper class, ordinary people, and inferior people. The hierarchy order is strict, terrible and sad. As for the consortium, people naturally enjoy the best treatment in this world. On the contrary, inferior people are slaves..."

Here, it ends again.

"This is really short, haha." Morrison said something in his heart. This made him feel a little bit better.

"This world is really sad. Is this really a happy world?" Morrison said.

Since there was no sound at all, Morrison seemed louder even if he spoke in a low voice.

"Who! Who is outside!" A man held a homemade earth gun and pointed the muzzle at Morrison.

Morrison originally wanted to hide, but he still smiled awkwardly when he looked at the gun in the man's hand.

"I am a new traveler to the Virtual City. You can call me Morrison. You know, travelers have been to many places in this world, so it is useless to point a gun at me. Now, in this world, without some strength, how can you dare to travel?" Morrison saw that the situation was not very good at this moment, so he suddenly said such words.

Morrison didn't want the barbarian in front of him to say anything, or to say what the traveler was.

When faced with weapons that I had never seen before, Morrison naturally felt so careful that he could not be careful anymore.

"Are you really a traveler?" The man over there was skeptical, but he still put the gun at Morrison slightly down.

Morrison was slightly relieved when he saw this. After all, who likes someone to keep pointing at you with a gun?

My mind is not in a mess.

"Really, the cold snow in the north almost left me on the snow-capped mountains. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to come to the virtual city." Morrison's words seemed very sincere, but there was a little fear in the sincerity.

"I heard that the East Side can accommodate travelers like outside. Can I live with you?"

Morrison made his request.

"These people will most likely agree. The identity of a traveler seems to be quite useful." Morrison said in a secret voice.

The man holding a homemade gun was frightened by Morrison's words.

There are really travelers in this world, and every traveler has a low status. There is naturally no need to offend a traveler in front of you.

"Come with us, just hope that the place where we live will not make the traveler feel cold." The man holding the gun put the gun down.

Lead Morrison to their base camp.

Along the way, the two did not talk too much, which was beneficial to Morrison.

Morrison's own advantage is nothing more than the identity of a false traveler. In this new world, he is actually inferior to the lower-class people in the East District.

Many things are not even comparable to this group of inferior people.

This made Morrison very helpless.

There is no way, knowledge is power.

Morrison does not have some corresponding knowledge in this world, so it is difficult to do it like a fish in water.

Soon, the man brought Morrison to their base camp.

Among them, there is an old man who looks full of wisdom.

Morrison hoped to talk to him, but not now.

He found that there seemed to be a little bit of a small situation now.

The elder who seemed to be full of wisdom by Morrison saw Morrison and said, "Who are you and why you broke into our territory? We are qualified to doubt that you are the spy sent by the Federation to suppress our East District." The old man said to Morrison fiercely.

Morrison did not refute, he believed that the brother who brought him here would definitely explain it to him.

If he was really a spy sent by the Federation, then the person who brought him here would definitely not have a good ending.

On the contrary, something special will happen.

Morrison himself knew this truth.

"Thomas Coburn, I brought this person back. You are not convinced of me. I have confirmed this gentleman. Just a traveler. If you think that the group of disabled people in the Federation can be as brave as this Mr. Traveler, then the Federation cannot be like the puppet controlled by the consortium now." The young man holding a gun tried his best to defend Morrison.

Morrison did not answer Thomas Coburn's words, he was obviously an intellectual, but it was not a good thing to be too knowledgeable in the East Side.

He would definitely be very blessed to explain.

Morrison had learned to observe micro-expressions before. Now, it seems that the intellectual opposite him seems to be angry.

"You haven't experienced that great turmoil, you don't understand. I experienced it at that time. It was because of spies that we lost in great turmoil and became what we are now." Thomas Coburn almost shouted out.

Fortunately, there were no people in the East District. Even if he shouted like this, few people would hear it.

In the East District, there are fewer and fewer people. People are facing profound threats at any time.

Thomas Coburn turned his head and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Morrison.
Chapter completed!