Haibo thought to himself, putting the "Mad Bear" pistol at a not-so-obvious position at the waist. He looked around and confirmed that there was nothing suspicious about it. He swayed along the dilapidated wooden staircase that seemed to collapse at any time and walked out of the house.

“This world is really fascinating, so incredible.”

Haibo secretly admired that the unfamiliar environment around him actually gave him an inexplicable sense of novelty. Time travel did not bring him any discomfort. On the contrary, he enjoyed this "exploration feeling".

Adventure and exploration of new things seemed to be an impulse engraved in his genes, even without the influence of Wright's memory.

Through the glass lid with a little gray mist, Haibo's black and gray mechanical watch told him that it was only 8 am.

Usually during this period of time, the dark dome shrouded in the sky will block most of the sunlight, causing the entire city to fall into a terrifying darkness.

Accompanied by the noisy sound of mechanical operation, the huge chimney of the "Jiyuan" factory, the iconic building of the "Socra Machinery Area", which is vaguely visible in the distance, has begun to work.

The rolling smoke poured out, providing some rare white for the dark field.

A harsh roar followed one after another. Haibo looked up and saw a huge airship similar to the popular period of World War I slowly soaring into the air not far away, like a ferocious beast roaring in the long night, waiting for the dim dome to open, so as to break through the shackles and fly towards the bright airspace.

He stumbled a few steps tiredly with a hangover, and a striking sign appeared in the low-rise buildings lined up on his right hand.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Looking up, its base is made of white paint, and the surface is printed in standard black Sunnese: "Sogra Grocery Store Zone Z Branch".

In my impression, Wright, the owner of this body, has passed by the small shop where the signboard is located many times, and the goods it mainly sells...it seems to be limited to a few types including kerosene lamps.

Moreover, the shop is not far from the three-story dilapidated hut he rents, and is separated by a dirty sewage drainage channel that smells bad.

Memory fragments suggest that the city does not seem to have built a complete power network, and the existence of small shops is enough to show that the daily lighting of urban residents still requires fuel.

"Yeah, isn't this Wright? How are you doing? Remember that you went to the outskirts of Socra this time. Uh, the mission in the outer area should have been completed well. I heard that after meeting a powerful lost person, it is not easy to come back alive.

My man, I guess the Socra committees that are unwilling to pay this time will be your benefit."

A man who was so thin that he was a little weak, greeted Haibo with a hearty look. He was Ward, the owner of the shop, with black hair and brown eyes, and a middle-aged man with extremely ordinary appearance.

Since Wright's basic behavioral memory remains, Haibo naturally replied in his tone and accent:

"Yes, it should...it's done well. After all, I'm alive."

So, is my body's master committing suicide because of mental pollution after performing a mission? If this inference is true, my situation should not be as bad as I imagined.

Haibo was evasive, but he didn't want to end the conversation immediately. After all, the chat with this boss Ward can provide him with a lot of useful information.

"Fortunately, the goddess of light protects you. I think you should be the only human in the city who believes in Him. The war lasted for more than 500 years, and now humans believe in the Lord of the Dark Night. After all, we can live safely with the big black hood." Ward was busy assembling the kerosene lamp in his hand while chatting with him.

"Big cover?" Haibo asked subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that he had made a mistake and quickly looked elsewhere, pretending to be nothing, so as to alleviate the possible embarrassment.

"I think you must have insufficient sleep, Wright. These history has spread throughout the Holy City of Socra. If you were a student, I would despise you. You are still the same and know nothing about history." Ward laughed and joked:

"You really should go and make up for the lessons. By the way, Mr. George is waiting for you in the city library, but the rules before, you don't need to make any preparations. Oh, by the way, take this over. After all, he recommended you to join the Socrates Guard. Giving him some gifts is considered a favor."

Ward said, taking out a gift box from a pile of damaged kerosene lamps. It was the same as the surrounding environment, in a pure black style, but the center was carved with two yellow-brown metal gears that were spliced ​​together.

This seems to be... a cultural mark passed down from the Sunnese Empire in which Haibo is located.

"Give it to Mr. George by the way, I asked Mr. George for this book, which is the one that wrote about Socra's history. The older generation often said: It is not enough to just know and understand the present, and history will give us experience and lessons. Okay, go quickly. Don't forget, the book!" Ward instructed.

After simply thanking Ward, he groped toward the vague Socra City Library in the memory fragments.

Suddenly, a little crack was cracked above the huge and dark dome, and a white, holy light like a veil was scattered on Haibo.

He pulled open his shirt and rubbed his chest that was vaguely painful, which seemed to have not yet fully grown.
Chapter completed!