Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1034: Section 659: Madness of the Year 2000 and Beyond (Part Three)

Chapter 1034: Section 659: Madness of the Year 2000 and Beyond (Part Three)

The fried noodles were packed in a paper box, decorated with cloud patterns that Malin was familiar with. He asked the vendor if he knew what it symbolized, amused by the vendor’s response.

"These patterns, huh, I’ve heard from the Historian that they were once depicted on bowls and chopsticks in ancient times, symbolizing good fortune. But can you really trust the Historian’s tales entirely? So, no one really knows, anyway, everyone uses them on paper boxes now," the slightly gaunt youngster replied.

How much tradition was destroyed in the Great Destruction, after all.

Malin picked up the chopsticks and began to eat, while asking the store owner why they used paper boxes.

"Because they’re easy to recycle and reuse. We collect these boxes, and as long as we achieve a 95% recycling rate, today’s rent is completely waived," the store owner gave Malin an unexpected answer, filling him with joy as he chewed the fried noodles.

If Malin brought back everything he saw to the army of the Northern Kingdom, and told those blood-soaked soldiers, they would surely weep with joy.

After finishing the fried noodles, Malin put down his chopsticks, placed the noodle box in the designated recycling bin, and took out money from his pocket. Uncertain of the denominations, he looked at the store owner, gesturing for him to take what was needed.

The young store owner pulled out a 20 bill from the paper, then returned a 500 coin to Malin.

With someone else’s money to spend anyway, Malin pocketed the coin and turned to leave.

Crossing the pedestrian path on the road, he arrived at a stall on the opposite side, where a seemingly self-organized small clothing market had sprung up on the central island of this junction, selling summer-appropriate short-sleeved clothing.

He changed into a red-and-black checkered short-sleeve shirt and brown cropped pants, paired his shoes with a pair of air-cushioned sneakers, and then went to the store owner sitting in the wheelchair. Malin pulled out all the money from his pocket.

This guy first said something in Japanese.

Malin shook his head, "Speak human language," using clear and proper Chinese.

"Are Thainan kids all this fierce nowadays?" This man pulled out a few bills from the money and didn’t give change.

Malin didn’t mind, just pointed at his arm, "Do Japanese nowadays still tattoo their arms like you do?"

This statement made the man laugh, and after laughing enough, he patted his thigh, "The new leader of the Night Raven Group doesn’t need a cripple like me with a spine injury."

"Isn’t the settlement subsidy enough? How pitiful. Speaking of which, I thought the Night Raven Group was a local organization here. You say you’re not Thanan, what’s your name?"

"I’m Tanaka Sanshirō, and speaking of which, the locals here don’t have the martial virtues, they can neither beat you Thanan kids nor us former Islander Refugees. To be honest, I was a fool. In New Hangzhou, people still look down on us refugees, but at least the police there treat us like humans. The refugee forum talked about coming to Mumbai to create a world for us refugees. Why did I believe them?" This guy said, looking at Malin, "You look like a Westlander, but your Thainan official language is so good, you must be a Half-blood, right? How did such a cute kid like you come here? This place is like a hell where people devour you whole."

"Maybe because I’m a monster that devours people too," Malin said with a smile here, reaching out to pat the middle-aged man in the wheelchair, then stretched his leg to kick his calf lightly, "Stand up."

The man instinctively dodged Malin’s soft attack, and just as he was about to curse, he suddenly realized, standing up, discovering he could once again conquer the planet beneath his feet.

"You!" At this point, if this guy called Sanshirō still didn’t understand why, he would truly be foolish.

So he got up and ran to Malin, bowing deeply.

"I could see that everything you said was true, and when you said you regretted it, I could feel it, so I healed you. Will you go back to Hangzhou?"

"Of course, sir! Thank you! I previously thought you Thanan... I’m really sorry!" The middle-aged man bowed again.

"Turning over a new leaf is always a good thing, but remember, if I find out you’ve taken the wrong path, I’ll personally break your legs," with that, Malin took out the 500 coin, rubbed it with his thumb until the 500 side was completely smoothed out, and placed it in the middle-aged man’s hand.

"The path is beneath your own feet, cherish it well."

After setting down the line, Malin walked up the pedestrian path, with furrowed brows filled with confusion, until a small dwarf snatched a bag and ran away. Malin furrowed his brows thinking for a moment — he must slip.

Then he saw the guy slip at the foot, sliding right off the pedestrian path, under the wheels of the approaching big-wheel car.

Wait a minute, wasn’t it said that in this era, having such influence by mere words had long vanished? From just now, Malin had been feeling strange, why did he think of summoning the World Tree, and why did he keep using spell formations that were considered miraculous in this era?

Why did I come to this era?

Was it Mars who summoned me?

With such thoughts, a realization suddenly dawned upon Malin.

A teleportation portal formed before him, just as the citizens who were focused on the guy slipping under the car turned their attention here. After a brief silence, they screamed and began to flee.

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