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Sometimes, people will improvise and make detailed or brief plans for the future, and swear that they will be able to follow through on the plan. But in fact, in most cases, such plans will not be perfect as people want, either because their own enthusiasm has faded, they cannot stick to it, or because of the interference of external factors.

Take me, for example. Before I went to bed last night, I thought I had to wake up early this morning and go to the small farm to check the CCTV footage.

As a result, I slept almost until noon. And when I woke up, I found that it was raining outside.

When it rains, you can't go out.

If the plan can't keep up with the change, then just postpone it for another day and go to the small farm tomorrow.

The rain isn't particularly heavy, but it's also a bit of fun. The rain hits the eaves, windowsills, and wasteland, making a rustling sound that sounds very comfortable. The thin knowledge in my brain tells me that this is called white noise, and listening to it with the human ear will produce a sense of comfort and help you sleep.

It doesn't seem entirely my fault that I slept until noon...... Right?

The black cat is still sleeping. It felt like she had been sleepy since the beginning of her trip to the Holy City. Is it sick? No way.

Careful not to make a noise as much as possible, I tiptoed up the attic. The rainwater collector collects a small layer of water. It was indeed not raining much. The rain collector vibrated twice and said hello to me. Speaking of which, as an "electrical appliance", the rainwater collector is quite cost-effective. If it doesn't rain a lot, a battery might last a year.

Back at the small table, I planned to clean up the box first, and by the way, take out some of the black pieces inside and store them. The windows are always closed, so there is no need to struggle to close them to prevent rain from splashing in.

The small black pieces were poured all on the small table, which was instantly covered by them, and there was a dissatisfied protest.

The box looked quite large, and the black blocks almost filled it, but when it was poured out and counted, it was only a hundred. A total of one hundred and twenty-one Holy City currencies - let's call it the Black Block in the future.

I took out sixty of them and placed them in the corner of the storage room in case I needed them...... I plan to bring the rest later.

Coming out of the locker, I sat back down at the small table.

"Huh?" I blinked, looked at the table, and felt like something wasn't quite right. This black block...... Why does it seem to be a little less?

I frowned slightly, and counted them one by one.

Fifty-six remained......

Can I count with the wrong number? I didn't believe in this evil, so I counted it again. This time it's even better guys, with only fifty-three left.

I finally found out the culprit, which was the orange that I had placed on the table that day. It is "absorbing" the adjacent black blocks, sucking them into itself one by one.

"What's going on...... "I picked up the orange curiously. It appears to emit an extremely faint golden yellow glow. I've seen a similar situation on smart machines.,When some robots run out of energy, a certain indicator light will dim.,With the gradual supply of energy,That indicator light will brighten little by little - it's fun.。

This technological creation called Tangerine should be the same thing. It's probably a consumable that can provide itself with similar energy by absorbing the Black Block of Quds' currency? Then, after absorbing a certain amount, it will regain its previous golden glow in its former heyday - and then have some strange functions?

I tried to "feed" some black pieces to the orange - close the black pieces to the orange one by one. I was able to see the whole process of the orange absorbing them up close: a black block a few centimeters away from the orange seemed to be pulled by some force, slowly moving towards the orange, and then the moment it touched the orange, it quickly dissipated from the point of contact into a black mist, which was then absorbed by the outer skin of the orange.

Each time it absorbs a small cloud of black mist, the shimmer of the orange becomes a little brighter.

The whole process looks magical.

After feeding forty pieces, the orange finally stopped absorbing the black pieces it touched. At this time, the light of the orange was not as high as it had been when I had protected me in the Holy City, but it was already quite conspicuous.

But at this point the orange should be in a state of "full energy" - nothing else is happening except glowing.

I don't quite understand that...... I can't just throw a full forty black blocks into it in exchange for a golden light bulb that is efficient and long-lasting, right?

Well, although it's true that it's golden, it's pretty good.

Just as I pondered the possible use of oranges, the black cat woke up. I guess I was woken up by the golden light from the orange in my hand.

"Meow?" The black cat lazily looked up at me, then at the pale red rain curtain outside the window, yawned, and jumped up the stairs to the attic. Probably because I was noisy, so I slept in a different place?

I fiddled back and forth with the orange, but I couldn't figure out what it could do when it got dark.

It's dangerous...... If this thing is activated for some reason while I'm sleeping, and then reproduces the mechanic that teleported me from the Holy City, it will be quite a hassle - whether it's sending me back to the Holy City, smashing the other pieces of the Holy City into my house, teleporting my home...... Either of these happens and it's a disaster for me.

But I can't temporarily throw oranges out of the house to prevent such a low-probability event...... On the one hand, the cold outside has begun to increase, and it is a little dangerous to go out at this time. On the other hand, if you just leave it outside, not to mention the question of whether you can find it the next day, you may be targeted and taken away by some wasteland creatures - after all, the golden light emitted by this thing in the dark night is still very conspicuous.

Yellow light is known to be very penetrating.

I hesitated, wrapped the oranges in my backpack, received the boxes that had been freed up, and quickly opened the door to hang the box outside, and then quickly closed the door again.

Even though I was moving very quickly, the cold outside the door rushed in as if I had spotted prey. Fortunately, I am not a threat at all, and my body temperature is enough to disperse them.

It seems that there is a slight frostbite on the hand. I raised the fire of the stove. There doesn't seem to be enough fuel, and the clutter collected in the utility room is no longer enough to burn the stove. I had an idea, and threw a piece of the black block into it—and I tried it on the edge, mainly because I was afraid that the thing would blow up.

It seems to be burning, and the burning is very stable. But the flames were not very strong. Well, it can barely be used as fuel. Perhaps it's better suited for candles...... When I have time, I can try to make one.

The black block burned until midnight and did not go out, always keeping a small flame. I don't care about it anymore, so it doesn't matter much if it's thrown in the furnace.

Climb up to the attic and try to call the black cat down to sleep - but she falls asleep on the top of the rain collector. So he gave up and slept under the covers.

In the dead of night, in the midst of a state of lucidity and dreaming, I suddenly felt a golden light hit me—and my consciousness fell into an orange world.

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