Sweet sleep, with the warmth of the soft, self-heating mattress, your body seems to be floating in a warm, shaded summer pool.

A feeling that seems like a dream and seems real gradually spreads.

From top to bottom, the eyelids gradually droop.

Soft and a little numb from the tailbone to the spine.

The fingers seemed to be wrapped in warm beeswax, and they seemed to make a crisp clicking sound whenever they were moved.

Thoughts gradually drift away.

Gwen looked at the ceiling and felt that it was the sky, the starry sky.

Gudu——

He sank into the water, but could breathe freely.

He fell asleep.

…

In the dream everything was turned upside down.

I dreamed of a school, a weird school. It was an ouroboros made up of carriages, with another one on top, traveling in the opposite direction.

In class, Gwen saw herself, in a third-person sense. She was wearing blue and white sportswear.

"Originally I thought sportswear was ugly."

He looked at himself, this Gwen version of himself, with his slightly fleshy thighs wrapped in tight sportswear pants and the shape of his legs and hips, and couldn't help but sigh.

The top contrast boy belongs to.

Cursed Blade is wearing the same sportswear and sitting in the penultimate row of the teacher's room by the window. It's very good, the protagonist's seat.

What about me? Her neighbor is better, the heroine.

At the same time, there were male and female classmates from previous lives, each sitting at the table reading.

Some are familiar and some are unfamiliar.

Utopia, Earth, and some special...

Dong Dong - a huge cat wearing a sportswear coat slipped in, sat down in the back row of the classroom, and started eating snacks.

"Is this the time before class?"

Gwen waited with nostalgia and curiosity, and waited.

Time seemed to never move forward, and the time before class lasted forever. There was no teacher, no bell, only the buzzing sound of discussion, and the sound of the classmates at the same table playing handheld devices in silence with their heads lowered.

Gwen patted her deskmate who had his head lowered.

The other party raised her head, and her hair color and hairstyle had changed at some point. She had long black hair and blue eyes. She had a name that everyone was familiar with:

Gwen the Mind Flayer.

What did she say.

Gwen said something too.

The sound began to be stripped away, and Gwen felt an urge to urinate, so she walked out of the classroom and went to the bathroom.

The strange thing is that when you find the bathroom, there are always various things that prevent you from going to the bathroom.

After the third time.

Gwen suddenly realized:

"This is a dream."

Wake up.

…

…

With a warm mattress and a thick quilt, Gwen opened his eyes. His vision was a little dark at first, and then became slightly brighter. A small firelight allowed him to clearly see the large oil painting in the room, which was said to be the oil painting of Long Yan's ancestor.

——A middle-aged man with a beautiful moustache, deep eye sockets and a high bridge of nose, a typical Eastern European handsome boy. He has extraordinary equipment and is wearing armor that is said to be left by Long Yan's ancestors.

By the way, let me tell you a story that destroyed the romance in the hearts of Utopians.

This ancestral armor is a typical Ship of Theseus. It undergoes precise maintenance and replaces some parts every month, as well as modifications. By the time of Long Yan, this armor that originally looked a bit bloated has become more

The slimming type.

"..."

After being stunned for a while, Gwen felt a little nostalgic for the warm and soft bed. Although the bed in Wuyuanren was also very comfortable, it was incomparable to the guest rooms in Longyan Castle.

We can't stay any longer. If we stay any longer, we'll wet the bed... Gwen's face turned red, and she carefully lifted the quilt. She got out of bed, raised the oil lamp, and looked at the rangers next to the fireplace.

Most of the rangers are Ron. Most of them sleep with their legs on their sides and their heads on their arms. It's a bit like sleeping on their sides, much like how large dogs sleep.

Gwen stepped on the slippers and saw that Heather's dog ears had moved sensitively.

In less than half a second, the wolf dog Ron raised his head, straightened his back, and looked in Gwen's direction.

There was a rather vigilant tone in those misty eyes.

But after two seconds, she puffed out her face and muttered again, resting her face on her arms, her whole body sank a little as if soft, and she breathed evenly again.

"This is a level of alertness I have never seen from a red dog..."

Sure enough, there is still a little difference between a puppy and a wolf, right?

Gwen wiped her eyes and walked out holding the oil lamp.

The lights in the corridor outside the guest room have been turned off, with only dark lanterns lighting up, and a sleeping cat lamp providing light. Under the light, you can see the well-built secret agents and rangers enjoying the silence.

, sitting on the ground with his back against the wall and reading under the lighting of a cat lamp.

The carpets in Longyan Castle are also made of relatively luxurious wool blankets.

It is much cleaner than the floors in many people's homes, so this place has become like a suite living room in a summer camp for primary school students.

Some people even put down the chessboard and card board.

Mostly Wilgi.

That is to say, most of them are secret agents. Because there are more Wilgis among secret agents, while there are only a small proportion of Wilgis among the rangers. Although it is very inappropriate to evaluate the character based on race, Gwen

We can still understand the occurrence of this situation. A large part of people's personality traits come from their childhood education and the atmosphere of the community. In ancient times, in the industrial age, which is now Utopia, racial communities had a great impact.

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For example, after a Wilgi is born, his personality may be more lively and love to cause trouble, which is very similar to Rongen's personality.

Then, she grew up under the care of her lazy big cat elders.

I don’t have many friends. After reading books and studying every day, I want to vent my excess energy, but I find that my parents don’t play with me at all.

In the end, his personality gradually declined towards the standard Wilgi, and finally he became a happy cat.

This is the future for most of the Welgi Source Force Envoys.

Ordinary people are more likely to be improved by this kind of community, but there are more bad things, such as racial discrimination, hatred of other lives, greed for money and laziness...

This is where the charm of community education comes from.

Wilgi is very curious, has a strong ability to cause trouble, and is maverick. He likes to go out in small groups and use individuals as the unit of action.

Rongen, on the other hand, has strong discipline and has been taught to value honor since he was a child. In the end, this emphasis became a disease, or became a strong pillar of support for them. Therefore, becoming a ranger can be a good thing for Rongen people.

It's a very common thing to say.

On the way, Gwen also saw a rabbit playing with other Welji cats.

The rabbit performed quite well this time.

As one of the few members who specializes in train science, she easily helped her team find many dangerous creatures buried underground.

It can be said that he was favored instantly.

By the way, most of the team members she chose to join were from Wilgi.

It's amazing that the Wilgis who are Rangers are definitely a T0-level team (provided they are really willing to join, act in accordance with the Rangers' rules, and ensure adequate training).

The Wilgi people's innate neural firing ability gives them a unique ability to use firearms.

——But unfortunately, it is usually Ron'en's Source Force Users who feature firearms. This is probably because Ron'en's Source Force Users study hard and practice hard and stay up late to shoot guns, hehe.

Gwen passed the group of cats.

Halfway through, the cat lantern landed on my head again.

It seems that powerful messengers like him are very popular among cat lanterns.

Even if Long Yan is such a powerful and feared source of power, Mao Deng is not afraid to get close to him.

Most cat lights have this kind of personality.

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To be continued...