[Last night, in the back alley of the market, a noble lady wearing a golden sari threw a bitten guava into the sewer. The women searched diligently for it, as it would become the most delicious food for them in the past few days.]
【At this time, an excited man shouted:】
[“Look! Our hero! Our hero—”]
【“Dara is here!”】
…
At this moment, thunderous cheers broke out from the slums as they welcomed their hero "Dara".
Su Mingan's steps were as fast as the wind and his figure was as fast as lightning. He waved his hand and signaled to everyone, which was greeted with bursts of laughter.
"Dara! You look energetic today!" The old woman in a sari threw up flower petals.
"Dara! Your eyes are especially bright today, hahaha!" the little boy wearing a felt hat shouted.
Su Ming'an was wearing a blue shirt, had a dark face, and nimble legs and feet. He looked exactly like "Dara". His figure shuttled between the reddish-brown eaves, stepped on the rusty iron roof, and stepped on the rotten guava.
The hand of the Radiant Mother Goddess stretched out into the air, and the movement towards him became sluggish.
The flowers and leaves of Eurydice grew on the eaves, but soon broke and faded away.
Laplace's bone claws stretched out towards Su Mingan, but felt a sense of dullness.
——This is not Rawatha’s native story, this is Alauddin’s story.
Anyone who enters the story must abide by the rules of the story!
This is what Su Mingan understood when he experienced Shen Xue's story domain in the third level of the Disciple Game. If it was a Western fantasy story, then no spells would be bound, but this is a realistic story. If a few high-dimensional beings were to crackle and explode with lightning, it would be a deus ex machina, which would violate the style of painting and the rules!
Absolute respect for the story is Rovatha's rule.
Of course, Gao Wei's powerful strength is enough to destroy this law. When they exert enough pressure, they can destroy the story. But as long as they are blocked by the story law for a moment, it will give Su Mingan a chance to escape!
…
[People looked up and saw the legendary figure flashing on the roof of the slum. His name was "Dara", a young hero. Legend has it that he was the patron saint of the slums, not because he had great power, but because he dared to kick the butts of those "iron-hat police officers" with his boots! ]
On the sky, the words are still appearing.
…
"Su Ming'an, do you think you can escape by using Luo Vasa's law and hiding in other people's stories?"
The Lord of Thought and Faith quickly locked onto the figure jumping on the ochre-red eaves. To Him, this slum was nothing more than sand on his fingertips that could be easily destroyed.
So He clapped His gray claws and grabbed the hero "Dara".
"Bang!"
Someone threw a trash can at the claws of the Lord of Thought and Faith. This was originally a very weak obstruction, but unexpectedly, He could actually feel the obstruction of the claws and His movements paused.
Looking closely, it was an old woman in a tattered sari. The widow's cracked palms were still in a throwing posture, and dirty water flowed down her gray temples. She stared at the gray body of the Lord of Thought and Faith with hatred, as if the person in front of her was not a high-dimensional person, but a government parasite holding a baton:
"You damned borer, the monkey is going to overturn the sacred elephant! Don't even think about hurting our dear Dara!"
…
On the other side, Alauddin held a feather pen, pursed his lips tightly, and wrote quickly with sweat on his forehead:
【Old Banu is a widow who makes a living by selling curry. 】
[That day, she saw the damn government parasites chasing their dearest hero Dara.]
[Her knuckles, like dead tree roots, were hanging in the air. The trash can she had just thrown hit the damned government scoundrel Officer Kumar. Her ragged sari was soaked in dirty water, her silver-gray hair stuck to her cheekbones, but her cloudy eyes were emitting a molten-like glow:]
[“You damn termite, the monkey is going to overturn the sacred elephant! Don’t even think about hurting our dear Dara!”]
…
Words kept pouring out of the beige pages above the sky.
The Lord of Thought and Faith was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Rovasha's world laws represented - once He entered this story, He became a part of the story. Unless He used absolutely powerful force to break this story, He would have to follow the laws of the story.
Just like when Su Mingan entered Shen Xue's story, even though Su Mingan was very powerful and could easily subdue Shen Xue, he had to play the role of "ordinary student Su Mingan" until the moment he danced with Shen Xue on the stage.
This is the constraint of the world's laws.
"Uritilola!" The Lord of Thought and Faith immediately called on other higher dimensions to forcibly break this story. However, Uritilola was laughing, as if she found this very interesting. She kept laughing:
"Yes! Yes! This is a fairy tale for adults! This is the fairy tale I like!"
"This madman..." The Lord of Thinking Faith had long realized that Yuritilola was the craziest one, so he stopped seeking cooperation and decided to capture Su Mingan himself.
This is a chance for Su Mingan to survive, and it is also a good opportunity for them. Because Su Mingan himself must abide by the rules here and cannot act recklessly!
This is a dimensionality reduction attack on both sides at the same time!
"Bang!"
Just as He stretched out His claws again, a second trash can hit Him. This time, it was Aisha, a mute girl from the laundry yard, who attacked. Her apron covered with soap foam fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were bright and trembling.
In a corner where no one cared, Alauddin, the creator of the story, wrote quickly with eyes as bright as crystal:
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