Wilson, who was autistic, almost found a place to draw circles.
[Host, don’t be discouraged. The system can be equipped with life modules and independent upgrade modules. Most of the advanced technologies in the Kingdom of Light have relevant information in the system. 】
Zhuomu's cold electronic sound is still dull.
"Hey, are you trying to comfort me?" Wilson smiled reluctantly, "But didn't you say before that this can only be done by contacting the Kingdom of Light?"
[The system is not comforting the host, it is just stating the facts]
"Good guy, when did you become a tsundere?" Wilson couldn't help complaining.
[Tsundere refers to the duplicitous activities of intelligent beings such as humans. The system does not have this function]
Wilson poked at the light screen in mid-air, and passed directly through the bright blue light screen without touching the entity.
This is normal. After all, Zhuomu is carried in his soul and is closely bound to him. The light curtain he can see outside is just an external projection. Only he can see it, which is convenient for communicating with him.
Exchange and communication.
But he still thought it was interesting to do it.
It's fun to tease the system. In this extremely strange era, Drom is his closest partner. Although he is not a human being, he is the only intelligent being who can communicate with him.
Zhuo Mu didn't think Wilson's actions were meaningful, and it wouldn't affect anything anyway, so he just let him go.
After being hit by reality, Wilson quickly got out of his depressed mood.
To some extent, this may be why Drom chose him.
He has a big heart that is unique to the arcane system.
Well, to put it mildly, it is short-sighted.
But this is just an external performance and attitude. It does not do much good to be obsessed with those things and feel depressed, bitter and resentful.
Wilson wandered out of the camp where the expedition was stationed and wandered on the streets of Boston.
Anyway, with Zhuomu here, he doesn't need to worry about getting lost.
Looking at the unfamiliar streets and buildings, there are financial people in suits and leather shoes, workers in simple work clothes, and indispensable some well-dressed girls.
There are old-style cars passing slowly on the cement road, and bicycles leisurely walking through the alleys. From Wilson's perspective, everything here is so retro, even the most advanced cars here look like
Classic car.
The center of the city is full of people, with Western-style buildings and various shops.
Wilson thought these were quite novel and had a unique style of the early twentieth century.
However, there is also some smelly sewage on the streets near the abandoned industrial areas. Laid-off workers wander numbly on the streets looking for work, and dirty beggars are begging in embarrassment, or huddled in corners,
A sharp contrast to the bustling place.
Wilson could only watch all this in silence.
He can't do anything, he's just a bystander.
What's the point of giving all the money you have to them? Personal power is too meager.
He touched his pockets and found only a five-dollar bill, which was his last possession.
Wilson stood silently next to the industrial area and stared for a long time, and finally left silently.
He casually bought a copy of the Boston Daily News from the newsstand on the street, subconsciously trying to find some intelligence information.
This era was still an era when print media was prevalent.
He was not used to reading newspapers before, so he was forced to subscribe to the latest periodicals to understand the world.
However, there really isn't much useful information.
It's either some entertainment news or random advertisements.
Seeing what movie stars or singers were doing in the black and white photos on the newspaper headlines, Wilson simply ignored them.
No matter what era it is, people always like these tidbits of entertainment news.
Wilson, a time traveler, has no interest in this at all.
He flipped through it roughly, hoping to see if there was any relevant description of the lost industrial area, even if it was just a few words. But he was still disappointed. This newspaper did not care about it at all.
Even the corners are crowded with Ford advertisements.
The American dream, a car that every American can afford.
There are also various stocks that are booming.
In a small section, there seems to be some stock broker who swears that as long as people buy stocks, they will definitely make a lot of money.
Wilson suddenly laughed.
He thought of the human body of the unlucky man who was deceived by financial scammers and went bankrupt, of the great economic crisis a few years later, and of the series of world turmoil it caused...
He looked up again at the abandoned industrial area not far away and the unemployed workers.
"This world is really full of black humor, what do you think?"
[The system cannot answer]
"Yes, the social structure of your Kingdom of Light far surpasses that of humans." Wilson exhaled, "Before evolution, no crime occurred for 400,000 years, the social division of labor was clear, and there was no police presence..."
Really, if you hadn’t really appeared in front of me and I had turned into light..."
"I really thought that the Kingdom of Light only exists in a fantasy country created by Tsuburaya's tokusatsu films. It is simply an ideal society of great harmony. The Ultraman race can be said to be a race of saints..."
"Even if I only see the tip of the iceberg of human history, I can't help but feel despair."
[Human beings are also a race with hope. Before evolution, humans were equally similar to the biological forms of the Kingdom of Light. In the long history of the Kingdom of Light, there have been tragedies, bloody sacrifices, and even countless revolutions. 】
[But after experiencing the unremitting struggle and bloodshed of countless people with lofty ideals throughout history, we finally created a beautiful and harmonious society.]
[It is precisely because we know that peace and hope are hard-won that the Kingdom of Light chooses the path of peace, pursues ideals, and pursues light and hope.]
Zhuomu said slowly.
[The same is true for human beings. In your history, aren’t there people who have struggled all their lives for the great cause of mankind? Those steely spirits and the great ideal of liberating all mankind are shining hopes.]
[Even if this process will be extremely difficult and despairing, even if they will be brutally attacked or even disintegrated. But the brilliance of hope will never fade away.]
Wilson was speechless.
He raised his head and looked into the distance:
"The light of hope? Humanity still has hope, right?"
【Yes, but...this world has been seriously polluted.】