In a sense, Yin Zhu's arrival at Mary's house was not entirely a coincidence, but rather an inevitability.
Unlike Yin Zhu, the chosen one from China who offered herself up, Paul, the chosen one from the United States, did not initially intend to do part-time work.
He was unlucky, and without a human mole like Hirano San to pull strings, he was unspeakably thrown into the slums right from the start.
Unlike Jennifer, who was hunted down for acting impulsively, Paul's purple talent created a sizable illusionary realm, leading many natives to worship him as a god.
Just as Paul was preparing to press his advantage, he encountered other people with superpowers.
To be precise, they are a rebellious organization among the indigenous people.
The superpowered individual was a high-ranking member, quite eloquent, who traded the hidden information of the One Star for Paul's recruitment.
Paul consistently projected an arrogant and conceited image to the outside world, which caused the rebel organization to underestimate him and extract a great deal of information from him.
After weighing the options, Paul ultimately joined the rebel organization and learned about the underlying logic of this world.
Gods are actually people with special abilities.
However, compared to ordinary humans, when gods use their great power, a huge phantom appears behind them to enhance their aura and their own power. It is essentially a very powerful auxiliary accessory, which is called the "Dharma Image".
Although the Chosen Ones do not possess that kind of power, they still possess very pure strength, and the difference in strength between the two is approximately zero.
After the "Unspeakable One was banished from the One Star," the gods regained their power, and their first act was to settle scores with the Chosen Ones.
Some of the chosen ones died, some fled, and the surviving chosen ones banded together to survive, leading some ordinary natives to form a rebellion.
Although we cannot directly discuss "He" and "The Chosen One," what humans love to do most is bypass censorship.
Just as the Blue Star calls Him "the Unspeakable," the natives of the One Star have given Him various nicknames and titles, such as "Infinity," "Eternity," and "Gateway to Hell." The Chosen One is also referred to as "the Dawn of Humanity."
Of course, this "dawn" theory was only circulating outside the city and was not officially recognized within the city of Vina.
We've gone off on a tangent.
In short, after entering the city, Paul had actually defected to the rebel organization and begun to act as a "double agent".
On one hand, he was working for the rebel organization, and on the other hand, he was working for the beacon of democracy. Paul only had a utilitarian mindset towards the rebel organization; what he truly served was his own country. However, on the surface, he had to nod frequently to these indigenous people and pretend to be very supportive.
If circumstances require, Paul could also go directly to the gods of Venus City to seek refuge, since all he cares about is how to successfully complete the game and go home to keep his game console company.
This subtle psychological phenomenon doesn't need much explanation.
Even as a spy, Paul needs to eat and sleep; he can't exactly sleep on the streets.
Therefore, Paul also faced the problem of finding a job.
Fortunately, the rebel organization was generous, and his operating funds were relatively plentiful. This allowed Paul to enter the mixed environment of bars and inquire about various matters with peace of mind.
After paying the entrance fee, the security guard at the bar in the outer district stepped aside to make way for Paul, who swaggered into the bar.
There used to be a rule that "no one may enter the area or private residence of a senior citizen without permission," which means that, conversely, one could enter anywhere with permission.
The bar also had its own rules. Paul glanced at them briefly and found that they weren't particularly complicated. They were basically the same as the rules on Earth, such as no making a scene, no fighting, no stealing, and no bringing your own drinks.
The outer city was shrouded in mist, and the indoors was also filled with smoke. This made the difference in light levels between indoors and outdoors minimal.
As soon as Paul entered the room, he smelled a variety of familiar scents: love grass, hallucinogens, beer... These things, which are common in the United States, were difficult to obtain in the previous instance with its unique environment, but this time they came to him naturally.
"This feels familiar, but I won't touch it," Paul thought.
When Paul was in school, many rich kids in his class liked to have sex, but as a "white trash," he was often ridiculed because his family was poor and he couldn't afford it.
Paul still remembers the ethereal atmosphere of the student dormitories back then, filled with the unpleasant smell of burning pork lard, sometimes mixed with a sour stench.
So, those people eventually became mentally impaired from drug use.
Memories flashed by, and Paul, a cold smile on his lips, avoided the crowd and found a relatively quiet corner, where he quietly listened to the conversations of others.
The bar was packed with people, making the already small space feel completely full.
The colorful lights on the rooftop changed colors in sync with the DJ's rhythm, like a drunkard singing a silent hymn. The hazy lights swept over the crowd, alluring and gentle, eliciting screams and laughter from the crowd below.
The rhythmic drumbeats and deafening music filled everyone's ears. Some guests, with their arms around each other's shoulders and waists, whispered among themselves.
In this setting, no one would pay attention to a blond white man dressed in somewhat worn clothes.
A man, suspected to be an indigenous person, drank too much alcohol and threw down his glass before rushing to the bathroom.
Paul sat down in the empty seat, picked up his glass, and asked the bartender to refill it. The bartender, with rabbit ears and a sharp suit, smiled and refilled his glass without any objection.
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