In front of me, there is endless darkness, but it is slowly being dyed with a faint white light.
My ears were filled with noisy and buzzing sounds, as if I was slowly sinking into the black sea, and my consciousness was blurred...
"Hey, boy, did you hear me?" The sudden stimulation made the boy in front of him tremble, as if he had been caught in a daze in class.
Although it has been about ten years since I graduated, I still can’t get rid of this feeling of déjà vu.
However, although the person in front of him was not an old professor with a bitter-melon face, he was also a middle-aged old man with short, thick red hair and an unfriendly expression.
"Uh, I heard it." An awkward childish voice sounded.
Although I traveled through time after several months of preparation, and under the guidance of a group of people who looked like scientists or conspirators, I was entrusted with the grand mission of 'try to push this world and see~' with a smile.
A few seconds ago, he was still in the room going through preparation procedures, but when he came to his senses, he was already confronting this stinky-faced uncle.
But fortunately, the months of preparation were not in vain. At least I have learned about 'my own' life history like reading a biography.
The name of this body is Art, without a surname, male, thirteen years old. He has been an international refugee living in various countries since birth. However, with the efforts of his parents, he finally made it to the country where he is now two years ago.
Mu'er bought the status of a legal resident and real estate, and thought he could live like a normal person, but his parents disappeared mysteriously a few days ago, leaving only poor 'me' to live alone.
Regardless of what a miserable child this Art is, but considering the fact that his parents disappeared mysteriously a few days ago, there is a hint of malice in it. Before traveling through time, he even specifically approached his person in charge and asked.
This disappearance case was reported as:
"If we can directly interfere with this world, what else do I need from you?"
Refuted.
After his parents disappeared, poor Art seemed to have lost his mind and went crazy. He resolutely signed up for Fit Doll Academy. Although the registration was free, he still did not take the expensive tuition into consideration.
"Bring it here if you hear it!" The uncle in front of him didn't seem to care what happened to the confused child. He snatched the registration form from Art's hand and put it behind Xiaomu.
In the box.
"Next!" An impatient voice and the push of the people behind him slowly pushed Art out of the tent. Maybe it was because he hadn't eaten enough for many years, but his body was unusual compared to his peers.
He is short, and if you just look at his appearance, he will probably be regarded as a child under ten years old.
But this group of guys queuing up had absolutely no habit of respecting the elderly and caring for the young. Art, who was squeezed out of the tent, almost fell down and was even hit by the oncoming wind and sand.
"Bah, there's too much sand..." Art coughed somewhat uncomfortably, although he had already learned that Dunmuer is a country in the desert, and the desertification of his town 'Bierag' was also relatively serious.
Yes, but to be honest, even if you are used to urban smog and car exhaust, the feeling of large particles of sand invading your respiratory tract is still very disgusting.
"But this desert-style building has quite a charm, and is much more beautiful than what you see in the photos." Art sighed while looking at the scenery. Because he is not a native of the country, he is actually not very able to endure long periods of time.
The sun was shining brightly all the time, so I could only walk under the eaves of a series of low khaki huts, slowly walking towards my home.
In previous preparations, Art had also learned about the neighborhoods and structure of this town, knew where he was now, and where his residence was. Although he wanted to appreciate more of this desert world, he had no choice but to
Surprisingly, just a few dozen seconds of direct sunlight had already turned Ater's tender skin red.
Most of the people in this country have light brown skin and fiery red hair, and are able to work and live well under the sun. However, Art's parents are not from this country, and their ability to resist ultraviolet rays is just that.
Not much better than ordinary people.
However, due to the violent sun at this time, there were almost no pedestrians on this stretch of road. Even if there were any, it could be seen that they were going to the tent they had just come out of, and they were also the same people who were signing up.
And the so-called Fit Doll Academy is not actually a local college, but an academy in the southern city of 'Fit City' which is some distance away from here. As for why they come here to recruit people, it may be because of the surrounding areas.
In terms of settlements, Belag is relatively rich, right?
As for the specific reasons, those guys said - "This is not something you can learn about your identity, so I won't tell you, you can figure it out yourself if you have the ability." - such annoying words.
.
And just when Art was complaining, a somewhat familiar mud house appeared in front of him.
It was a house with only two floors high. The walls were made of a common brown stone produced underground in the desert. For the sake of beauty, it was painted a golden color like the sea of sand, but many places had begun to
faded.
The roof part is made of very thick animal fur. Because it rarely rains, this extremely reluctant roof material is very durable here, and its ability to resist wind and sand is widely praised by desert residents.
This house should be the shelter where Art's family lives. Although the photos they showed are in black and white, the general appearance is still recognizable.
The door of the house is made of hard dehydrated grass stems. It is a common material that looks very hard, but is not much better than bark. But at least it looks like it.
It is very hard and the outer skin is similar to polished stone.
There is also a chain of rusty iron chains hung symbolically on the door, bolting the door to the wall next to it. But judging from the extent of the rust, even if I step on it now, the iron chain will
It fell apart immediately.
"But who would come to steal something in a house like this?" Art smiled bitterly, but took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
The interior decoration is extremely simple, or a bit too simple: from the outside, it may appear that this house has a second floor, but in fact it does not. After opening the door, you can feel the desert sunshine filtering through the gaps in the fur as soon as you look up.
Stinging pain that occasionally attacks the eyes.
In addition, there are no partitions or walls inside. There is only one 'room' in a huge house.
And in this huge room, there was only a bed, a pair of broken tables and chairs, a few shabby books, and... some 'body parts' in the dark.