The world will randomly spawn wandering merchants that the system owner can see, perceive, and touch.

The existence of these merchants is like an NPC specially placed by the World System, and no one but George can see it.

For Kara, who is now standing next to George, such a unit simply does not exist.

They do not exist, either on a material or non-material level.

But in George's eyes, there is a burly and strong figure that is real from illusion, and then gradually becomes a flesh-and-blood existence.

That's a ......

A burly old man.

In appearance, he was probably a pure German.

The face frequency is vertical, as if it has been cut by a knife, and there are no obvious abrupt points except for a straight nose. The outer eyelid is slightly drooping and the eye socket is inverted. His eyes were green and gray-haired.

The old man suddenly appeared in the corner of the building, which had been engulfed in fire and left behind a place of wreckage, leisurely wiping a cut cigar on his leather boots.

The surrounding time and space seemed to stand still for a moment.

Time, space, everything stopped.

Even entropy seems to be suspended.

He wore a crisp black suit, a dark purple lining at the neckline, and a large flower of unknown variety tucked into his chest, looking sharp and elegant, like some old but still capable general.

George shuddered involuntarily.

Time suspension is probably the ability given by the system to the wandering merchants in the inner world, powerful and weird, almost beyond the rules, even creatures like Kara have to be suspended together.

The whole interior of the building suddenly turned gray, like a photograph frozen in an instant, only George and the well-dressed old man were still in color, and only the colorful figures could still move.

Without any warning, without the slightest fluctuation of time and space, the ultimate disordered movement of molecules in the air immediately zeroed out.

George looked around with confidence and boldness, and there were dark stout wrists and feet hanging under the ceiling, which had been blackened by the fire, and could not reach the sky or the ground, peeking in through the great cracks in the façade, the surface was the color of human skin, and was full of folds, and between the folds grew countless eyes.

It entered here about a second before time paused.

Because George saw that Kara's eyes were looking in that direction.

There was a trace of scarlet light condensed from the golden hole.

The tentacles resembled the bones of a giant dragon draped in countless human skins.

But look out along the gap in the wall.

The gray, flesh-and-blood sky seemed to be twisting and wriggling from afar, spreading in this direction at an extremely slow pace.

This pause in time does not seem to be directed at all spaces within the scope of cognition.

It's just for here.

"The concept of absolute zero is that the motion of atoms ceases completely, but this state does not last forever."

The old man who suddenly appeared lit a cigar, and he seemed to see George's doubts,

"The irreversible increase in entropy means that the transfer of heat is always happening, the world will always be disordered from the orderly channel, and the world that stops at time will also be eroded by the normal world from the borders."

George followed the old man's finger and looked over.

The haze in the distant sky rolled in the shape of internal organs and organs, and a small and narrow crack spread.

The flesh and blood haze that covers the sky and blocks the alien sun is shattering!

No, it's more than that.

The haze is twisting, twisting.

It was as if a man was holding the ends of a huge towel with both hands and turning, and the accumulation of flesh and blood was extremely strange, and in some places it became so thin that even a hint of golden sunlight penetrated it, and in other places it was raised downwards and almost touched the top of the building. The narrow crack opened suddenly, and a scarlet round eye grew inside.

The eyeballs were rolling wildly, as if looking for something.

Dozens of huge tentacles of unknown diameters slowly descended from the sky, sweeping across a large area of Manhattan's buildings with an eerie beauty. A small part of the buildings collapsed, and most of the remaining half were supported by the main steel beams to not topple overturned, and in George's eyes, half of the city was slowly disappearing into smoke and dust in the time that flowed extremely slowly outside the time stoppage.

The golden sunlight was shining through the haze on the long-lost ruins, in a sprawling, tentacle-free playground.

The Ferris wheel that spans the sky begins to spin slowly.

The roller coaster slowly ascends and accelerates as it climbs high.

In just a small area free of haze and gray fog, the sky is blue and white clouds float.

The white bird spreads its wings and hovers almost in the air, like a white wax figure molded into the air.

George's scalp tingled suddenly.

That's not a bird.

Is that......

There are strange aliens with human hands as wings and huge eyeballs as bodies.

"What happened?"

George was a little panicked in his confusion.

If every time you enter the inner world and encounter a wandering merchant, it will lead to a riot in the entire inner world, that is not a good thing.

You must know that the barrier between the inner world and the real world is not strong, and if there is an accident within the inner world, it may lead to the appearance of some things similar to the [door], so that more and more evil aliens will appear in the real world.

The wandering merchant stepped out from where he was standing, and he looked up at the gap and the huge eyeballs in the gap.

There was a brilliant golden light in his eyes that exploded.

"If I'm not mistaken," he said, "you must have met us for the first time." ”

"Wandering merchants? Wait, you're not an NPC? ”

George had a hellish look on his face.

He thought that the wandering merchants in the world were just NPCs with low intelligence.

"Of course we're not NPCs, kid."

The old man reached out and patted George on the shoulder,

"My name is Louis. Estasio, this is the first time we have met...... Perhaps the last time. ”

The name Louis sounds like a woman's name.

It's also like the name of a noble son in the ancient aristocracy of the West.

He looked at the rift again:

"The first time the wandering merchant appears in such a strange world, something will be able to detect our existence, because although the currency we trade with each other is nominally the analog points of the inner world, but in fact it is the material manifestation of the [resentment] of the alien and filthy death in the inner world. In such a strange world based on evil gods, [resentment] can be said to be the basis of the operation of the world, and it will naturally attract the hostility of evil gods. However, this will only happen the first time, and the next time the system should have parsed the aura wave of the evil god, so that it can avoid the peeping of the evil god. ”

"Okay, let's get down to business, there are some things you'll know later."

Louis spit out a smoke ring, his eyes were a little foggy, as if he remembered something from the past,

"You can exchange some items from me, but you can only exchange them for three."