Navalli is led by bodyguards in a labyrinthine housing complex, as if searching for a way out in Borges's "The Garden of Divergent Paths", to finally arrive at his intended accommodation.

Along the way, the bodyguard respectfully led this unjustifiable "young master" with an attitude without any impurities, just like treating an honored guest.

Perhaps, of course, this respectful attitude itself is a manifestation of alienation.

That was until Navali was brought to the house, a two-story house with a small garden that was far from comparable to the small house of Navalry's grandmother, who had only seen it in children's picture books or illustrations in textbooks.

Although he had seen many magnificent buildings since he came to America from Mexico, Navalli couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought that this was where he would live from now on:

“…… Will I live here in the future? ”

The bodyguard, who was a Caucasians, smiled slightly, and did not speak for the first time.

He took out the key and opened the door, then placed it in the palm of Navali Khan's drumpy hand and pushed it open for him.

Only then did he reply:

"Yes, this is the room where Master Navalli will be in the future."

Entering the detached house, Navali was still in a dream, stiff and restless, following the bodyguards through the rooms, as if he were a visitor.

Until the other party led him to a stop in the bedroom.

"Alright, Master Navalli, my job is done. Do you have anything else? ”

Navalina didn't speak, but her eyes were focused on an unlit machine on the desk in her bedroom.

"That's ......"

He pointed to the machine, an expression that he wanted to say but didn't seem to dare to say.

"Oh, that thing is called a computer...... I'll help you turn it on. ”

The bodyguard helped Navalli turn on the computer, the screen lit up, and the interface of the system was presented in front of Navalny. Soon, the bodyguard informed Navalli of the meaning of the icons on his computer, as well as how to open some of the software.

The child learns very quickly, and it doesn't take long for the mouse to be used very smoothly, although he is a little surprised by this, but the bodyguard does not care.

After looking at Navalli's face, which was already obsessed with the fluorescent computer screen, confirmed that he had no reason to stay in this house. He quietly took a few steps back and walked out of the room.

……

In front of Navalry, a world unfolded that he had never known before.

In a small village in Mexico, the most advanced electronic device he ever used was the radio. It is constantly broadcasting the latest news in Mexico. , and some international news.

Other than that, the electronic devices he could see. It is the black-and-white TV set used by some villagers in their homes, and the distorted gray world that appears on the black, white and gray screen.

Before that, he had never imagined that there would be such a convenient and fast multi-dimensional device in this world.

Fingers tap on dozens of buttons on it, palm moves the mouse next to it, slide the scroll wheel or click, you can send instructions to the computer, connect to any corner of the world.

This feeling makes Navalli seem to have an innate sense of comfort and ease.

In the dark, he felt as if he should be sitting in front of the computer.

Navalry's interest was sparked like never before.

And not only is he interested in using it, he is very curious about the process of the computer from "receiving instructions" - "computing instructions" - "presenting results" and the deep principles behind it.

He remembered the description of "Tyzcatlipoca" in Aztec mythology, taught by his grandmother—that he was the wind of the night, the mirror of smoke, the enemy of both sides, and we were all slaves of the other. He is also the god of magic and sorcery, who has all the laws of the universe in his heart, and who can see through the past and the future at the same time, and pick out the world that best suits his interests.

In the depths of His soul lies the complex rules that weave all destiny – and this is His supreme power, the God of Destiny.

Navali fiddled with the computer wistfully and in awe, wondering - is this the result of the revelation of the gods, the tool to Tezcatlippoca?

……

Navalli sat obsessively in front of the computer for several hours.

It wasn't until Estrelia came to him that he struggled to pull his gaze away from the computer screen.

"Navaly."

Estrelia sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with deep eyes.

"Do you remember what your 'father' said to you today?"

Navalli stared at Estrelia blankly, his brain shaking for a moment, his mind was completely on the computer, so it took a long time to finally remember that "father" Bailubik and what he had said to himself.

He nodded slowly.

Seeing him behave like this, Estrelia frowned.

"Listen, Navaly, from now on you are a member of the Evans family...... But perhaps it's also temporary, just as you were called 'Patricio's son' before you were born, then 'Turnberta's boy' after your grandmother, and now Navali Evans...... In this world, a person can change his identity many times, but in the end, a person can only be himself. Do you understand? ”

Navalli looked at her, puzzled. Because Navalli has only one deep-seated identity, that is, "Navalli", or "Testicatripoca's believer", so the titles that Estrelia said were not taken to heart by him from the beginning.

However, he was keenly aware of Estrea's attitude, and the other party seemed to want an affirmative answer from him, so Navalli hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Seeing Navalry's hesitant expression, a cold light flashed in Estrea's eyes.

"So—Navalli, whatever your future name is—whether it's Evans or Filmende, there's only one identity you should hold to the most, and that is the person in this world who is most connected to your blood...... You must remember that you are my son, the son of Estrea. ”

The next moment, she suddenly stretched out her hands and grabbed Navalli by the shoulders, forcing him to look at her.

"Navalli, I'm going to show you something."

Navalli stared at her in silence, nodding or shaking his head, but letting her move on to the next step.

Estrelia withdrew her hands, placed them on the hem of her clothes, and untied them from the middle, from which in a few moments her flesh was exposed.

So, Navalli saw her belly.

Then, I saw the "thing" on it.

(End of chapter)