Before he could do anything, Locke hesitated, the native somehow felt a lot like his sister Leah.

Coupled with the extremely similar appearance of this race to humans, Locke was a little unable to do it.

"Forget it, there is no energy fluctuation at all, and the physique is weaker than the ordinary farmers of the Western Three Islands, so there is no threat to me. Locke lowered his bloodied right arm.

Ignoring the alien native, Locke limped out of the alley.

Outside, dozens of meters of high-rise buildings made of steel and stone stood in a row, and Locke's eyes were stunned, what kind of plane was this.

More than a dozen cars shuttled past Locke, and he was like a flower child who had been thrown into a civilized city, and he was very eye-catching.

"This plane is very strange, there are almost no energy factors in the air, but there are many impurities, and these alchemy props ......" Locke said in a low voice, "Let's find a place to hide and recover my body." ”

Reduced to an afterimage, Locke disappeared into the alley.

Although only the strength of the entry-level squire is left, Locke's combat skills are still there, and the essence of the wind system is still there, although these 'steel boxes' with four wheels are fast, they are really not as fast as Locke after the explosion of fighting spirit.

Two days later, in a mansion somewhere, Locke had just finished breathing his fighting spirit.

On the left and right hands, several high-grade wind energy crystals were transformed into useless crystals, and there was no energy left in them, and instead, Locke's strength was temporarily restored to a low-level squire.

"The energy utilization rate is very low. Locke frowned, with so many energy crystals in the past, he could at least recover to the level of fighting spirit of a middle-level squire.

Locke could sense this because the air around him was almost devoid of energy.

Only in and out, if Locke wants to recover his strength, he must rely on the energy spar in the space ring, and the outside world can't get a trace of energy at all.

"The world...... No energy users?" thought to Locke, touching his chin as there were three natives in the mansion where he lived.

After all of them were scavenged by his mental power, he became an idiot, and he also obtained some information about this plane from the minds of the three natives.

"Earth, the age of technology, the exploration of the universe?" Locke analyzed these obscure words.

Earth is the name of this plane, science and technology is the leading force of this plane, and the initial exploration of the universe marks that this plane has just broken through the strength of the plane, which is completely in line with the signs of the miniature world.

"The third-level power of this world, is this it?" In the room, Locke fiddled with an alchemy product for a 'computer', and the information he searched for was marked with the word nuclear bomb.

"Grenades, cannons, missiles, atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs, ......" Locke is trying to rank the forces of these native planes, to see which ones match the first level, which ones are level two, and which ones are level three.

There is no doubt that the atomic bomb and the hydrogen bomb, which were named nuclear bombs, were judged to have at least the effect of a three-level creature with all their might, and he could come to this conclusion from the few words he had found in the information.

As for further subdivision, it is up to Locke himself to take the risk of taking a closer look.

"After all, it's a perfect miniature world, it's not that simple. After discovering that there were no energy element users in this world, Locke was not arrogant, but thought calmly.

The space-time window outside that plane may be squeezed by the negative energy storm on the other side at any time, and this plane is now without elemental energy, and it is uncertain in the future.

Locke judged that once the negative energy storm on the other side poured into this side, this plane would inevitably enter the elemental activation stage immediately, and he couldn't guess what would happen at that time.

However, with the carrying capacity of a miniature plane, Locke was not worried about being crushed by a storm of negative energy.

"Let's settle down in this plane first, and when our strength is restored, we will find a way to go back. Locke sighed.

In terms of his plans for the future, Locke decided to sneak into an institution called 'University' here, and if the knowledge in the minds of the three natives was correct, he could find a lot of things he wanted to know in the university.

One last glance at the three natives who looked like the living dead in the courtyard, Locke changed into the costume of this plane and walked outside.

His destination was the city's best university, Uehara University.

In the principal's room, Locke mobilized mental power to induce him to tamper with the memory of the brain-filled principal, creating him as a sophomore in the School of Kinetic Sciences.

The spiritual power of the indigenous creatures in this world is the same as their physical strength, weak and pitiful, and Locke does not know how to specialize in spiritual power magic, and can tamper with memories, which can be seen.

For this fat man, Locke can't leave him alone after turning him into an idiot, this fat man at least has some status in this humanoid society, if something goes wrong and is discovered by the high-level of this plane, he will be in great trouble.

There are countries in this world, and the state apparatus controls nuclear bombs and other large-yield weapons, and Locke, not to mention nuclear bombs, is an inferior intercontinental missile, and he may not be able to withstand it.

Therefore, it is better to keep a low profile.

After a long time to revise the rector's memory, Locke let out a cloudy breath and prepared for his upcoming college life.

Zhang Ling is 22 years old this year, and she was still a girl in her prime, but the cruelty of reality was about to bend the girl's waist.

She was born in a remote mountain village in Hua Guojin Province, and when she was 14 years old, she added a younger brother to her family, and before that she already had three younger siblings. The heavy family burden forced Zhang Ling to give up her junior high school studies early and join society instead.

Zhang Ling has worked as a cleaner, handed out leaflets, picked up garbage, worked as a waiter, and did any work that could earn money. Over the years, she has not had a fixed residence, and where the house is cheaper, she can live there, so to speak, she has traveled from south to north.

At the age of 18, she worked in the canteen of a private middle school in Uehara City, because she was self-reliant since she was a child, Zhang Ling's good food was appreciated by the canteen master at that time, and the master also knew the difficulties of Zhang Ling's family, so he accepted her as a righteous daughter, and then sent her to the best university cafeteria in Uehara City as a caterer.

Catering staff is a job that serves students at the time of middle school dinner, and it is much easier to earn than in a private middle school. This has been done for four years, and Zhang Ling is 22 years old this year.

"Eldest sister, I want this vegetarian dish. A girl with a slight freckle on her nose said to Zhang Ling, who was busy with her work.

"Oops. Zhang Ling agreed, and after finishing the food for the previous person, she immediately called the little girl again.

Seeing that Zhang Ling made herself another large dish, the girl with freckles had a good impression of Zhang Ling. She cooks at Zhang Ling's window almost every day, not for anything else, but for this eldest sister to be honest, unlike other windows, she only beats half a spoonful of food, and she can't eat enough.

In fact, many students who eat in this cafeteria know that Zhang Ling is a window with a lot of dishes, and many students come to her window to play, which also makes Zhang Ling very busy as soon as she arrives at the meal.

"I want this dish. ”

"Sister, I want this tofu. ”

"This greens. ”

“......”

In fact, Zhang Ling is not big at all, and her 22-year-old age is not a few years old from these college students, but it may be that the years have smoothed out Zhang Ling's vitality, so that the people around her always think that she is a 28 or 9 person, and others call her the eldest sister, she doesn't say anything, anyway, she and these students are not from the same world.

Zhang Ling likes to take advantage of small advantages, and she knows where the food near the university town is cheaper, from the university where she works to the cheapest route to many nearby attractions.

She longed to eat whatever she wanted, like her normal peers, and to go wherever she wanted, but she couldn't. She hadn't been to any of those attractions.

Zhang Ling is very satisfied with her current job, although she gets up early and is greedy for darkness, she is indeed not very tired, and she does not earn a lot, but she is satisfied, she can do her current job at this cultural level, relying on the help of the previous canteen master, she cherishes the present.

Zhang Ling is from the countryside, and she is very aware of the psychology of many students from the countryside, so she gives a lot of food to the students every time, and the students love to go to her window to cook for a period of time.

The canteen relies on students to buy food to make money, the more students buy, the more they earn, Zhang Ling's practice obviously breaks the rules, saying that it is not big or small, the canteen manager Zhang Fatzi is the master who asks to help Zhang Ling.

Zhang Fatzi is the former apprentice of the master, and he has the same surname as Zhang Ling, which is considered to be his own family, and with this relationship, others will turn a blind eye.

However, Zhang Ling's window was moved to the vegetarian area.

There are more students in the vegetarian area who come to Zhang Ling to buy vegetables, and the dishes sold in a window are related to the salary of the caterer, don't look at Zhang Ling's cooking for students, but the money she earns is not much worse than before.

The world does not revolve around one person, everyone has their own life, obviously, the world does not revolve around Zhang Ling, and Zhang Ling does not know where her future life is.

Until one night, when Zhang Ling was about to go back to her rental house after buying vegetables, she passed by an alley, and a man with no clothes and covered in blood fell from the sky and appeared in front of her.

Putting the strange things she encountered last Friday behind, Zhang Ling wondered if it was a dream, and had she been tired lately?

But what happened when she woke up in the corner of the alley the next day, if she hadn't checked that her clothes were intact and the passbook hidden inside her jeans was still there, she would have thought that she had encountered some gangster pervert.

Shaking her head, Zhang Ling didn't think about anything else, picked up a spoonful of shredded potatoes and put it on the urging student's dinner plate in front of her, Zhang Ling said formulaically, "Next, what do you eat?"

No one answered her, and Zhang Ling looked up in surprise.

"Bang!" the spoon fell to the ground, and the bloody man in Zhang Ling's mind a few days ago was clearly not standing in front of him?

"Zhang Ling, what the hell are you doing?" the voice of the canteen steward Zhang Fatzi came from the back kitchen.

After being woken up, Zhang Ling hurriedly picked up the spoon on the ground.

Locke, who was standing in front of her, smiled bitterly, "It's too much of a coincidence!"

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It's still a Western fantasy, this plane is a miniature technology plane, and I'm just turning the humanoid race inside into us Orientals.

If the brothers think it's okay, I may still write about the technology plane in the future, of course, what I write in the future will be more awesome, at least comparable to the low-level and intermediate-level planes, and the technology plane that can compete with the 'gods' above level four, or even more powerful technology planes.

Brothers don't like it, I won't write about this kind of plane, in short, it's up to you!

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