Before he started, Locke hesitated. Somehow, the native gave him a very similar feeling to his sister Leah.

Coupled with this race's appearance that is very similar to humans, Locke is a little unable to do it.

"Forget it, there is no energy fluctuation at all. It is even weaker than the ordinary farmer on the Three Western Islands. It does not pose any threat to me." Locke put down his bloody right arm.

No longer paying attention to this alien native, Locke limped out of the alley.

Outside, there were dozens of meters high buildings made of steel and stone, which was stunned by Locke's eyes. What kind of plane was this?

More than a dozen cars shuttled past Rock, and he was like a beggar who was thrown into a civilized city, very eye-catching.

"This plane is very strange. There are almost no energy factors in the air, but there are amazing impurities. There are also these alchemy props." Locke said in a low voice, "First find a place to hide and recover your body."

Turning into a afterimage, Locke disappeared in this alley.

Although only the strength of the entry-level attendant is left, Locke's combat athletic flying feathers are still there, and the essence of the wind-type fighting spirit is still there. Although these four-wheeled steel boxes run fast, they are not as fast as Locke after the fighting spirit is bursting.

Two days later, in a certain courtyard, Locke had just finished adjusting his breath.

On the left and right, several high-level wind energy crystals were turned into useless crystals, and there was no energy left in them. Instead, Locke's strength temporarily returned to a low-level attendant.

"The energy utilization rate is very low." Locke frowned. In the past, if so many energy crystals were left, he could at least recover to the level of the middle-level attendant's fighting energy.

What caused this situation, Locke could feel is that the surrounding air contains almost no energy factors.

If Locke only goes out but doesn't go in, if he wants to restore his strength, he must rely on the energy crystals in the space ring, and the outside world cannot get a slight energy at all.

"There is no energy user in this world?" Locke thought, touching his chin. There were three natives in the house where he lived.

He used his mental power to search all of them and became idiots. He also obtained some information about this plane from the minds of these three natives.

"Earth? The Age of Technology? Exploring the Universe?" Locke analyzed these obscure words.

The earth is the name of this plane, and technology is the dominant force of this plane. It has begun to explore the universe, which means that this plane has just had the strength to break through the original plane and is fully in line with the symbol of the miniature world.

"Is this the third-level power of this world?" In the room, Locke fiddled with an alchemy product for a computer. The information he searched for was marked with the words "nuclear bomb".

"Grenades, cannons, missiles, abortions, hydrogen bombs." Locke tried to sort the forces of these local planes to see which matched the first level, which were second level, and which were third level.

There is no doubt that Locke judged that the atomic bomb and hydrogen bomb, which was named nuclear bomb, had the effect of at least a level three creature with full force, and he could draw this conclusion from the words he found in the information.

As for further segmentation, Locke needs to take a risk and observe it closely by himself.

"After all, it's a perfect miniature world, not that simple." After discovering that the natives of this world did not have energy element users, Locke did not be arrogant, but thought calmly.

The space-time window outside that plane may be squeezed out by the negative energy storm on the other side at any time. This plane has no elemental energy now, so it is impossible to say it in the future.

Locke judged that one side was negative

When the energy storm surges here, the plane will inevitably enter the elemental activation stage immediately. He can't guess what will happen at that time.

However, with the carrying capacity of a miniature plane, Locke is not worried that he will be crushed by a negative energy storm.

"Let's settle down in this plane first. When the strength is restored, I will find a way to go back." Locke sighed.

In terms of planning for the future, Locke temporarily decided to sneak into an institution called the university. If the knowledge in the minds of these three natives is true, in the university, he could find a lot of things he wanted to know.

Finally, he looked at the three natives like dead people in the courtyard. Locke changed into a costume of this plane and walked out.

His destination is Uehara University, the best university in the city.

In the principal's room, Locke mobilized his mental power to induce the memory of the fat principal, creating the identity of a sophomore student in the School of Dynamic Sciences for him.

The mental power of the indigenous creatures in this world is as weak as theirs. It is pitiful. Locke cannot have special mental power and magic, and can tamper with his memory, which shows that.

For this fat man, Locke could not turn him into an idiot and ignored him. At least he had some status in this human-like society. If something went wrong, he would be found by the senior management of this plane, and he would be in great trouble.

There are countries in this world, and state machines control large-scale weapons such as nuclear bombs. Not to mention nuclear bombs, Locke may not be able to withstand even second-class intercontinental missiles.

Therefore, it is better to be low-key.

After all his energy, he finally modified the principal's memory. Locke breathed and prepared to welcome his upcoming college life.

Zhang Ling is 22 years old this year. She was still a girl in her prime, but the cruelty of reality is about to bend the girl's waist.

She was born in a remote mountain village in Jin Province, China. At the age of 14, she had a younger brother at home. Before that, she had three younger brothers and sisters. The heavy family burden forced Zhang Ling to give up her junior high school early and instead join the society.

Zhang Ling has worked as a cleaner, handed out flyers, picked up garbage, and worked as a waiter. She has done all the work she can earn money. Over the years, she has not had a fixed residence, and she lives in any house where the house is cheaper. It can be said that she is traveling around the world.

At the age of 18, she worked in the canteen of a private middle school in Uehara. Because she was self-reliant since childhood, Zhang Ling cooked good food and was appreciated by the master of the canteen at that time. The master also knew about Zhang Ling's family's difficulties, so she accepted her as her adopted daughter. Later, she sent her to the best university canteen in Uehara City as a dining apparel.

The meal apparel is a job to make meals for students at dinner time in middle school. Not to mention, the income is much better than in private middle schools. This has been working for four years, and Zhang Ling is 22 this year.

"Sister, I want this vegetarian dish." A girl with a slightly freckled nose said to Zhang Ling, who was working.

"Hey." Zhang Ling agreed, and after finishing the food for the previous person, she immediately beat the little girl again.

Seeing Zhang Ling bringing herself a large portion of dishes, the girl with freckles has a good impression of Zhang Ling. She cooks dishes at Zhang Ling's window almost every day, not for anything else, just for this elder sister. Unlike other windows, she only makes half a spoonful of dishes and can't eat enough to eat.

In fact, many students who eat in this cafeteria know that Zhang Ling has a large amount of dishes at this window, and many students come to her window to serve, which also makes Zhang Ling very busy as soon as the meal is reached.

"I want this dish."

"Sister, I want this tofu."

"This vegetable."

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In fact, Zhang Ling is not old at all. She is not a few years older than these college students at the age of 22. But it may be that time has smoothed Zhang Ling's vitality and made people around her think that she is 28 or 9 people. If others call her elder sister, she doesn't say anything. Anyway, she is not from the same world as these students.

Zhang Ling likes to take advantage of her. She knows where the food is cheaper near the university town. She also knows the cheapest route from the university where she works to many nearby attractions.

She longs to eat whatever she wants and go wherever she wants, but she can't. She hasn't been to any of those attractions before.

Zhang Ling is very satisfied with her current job. Although she gets up early and goes to bed late, she is indeed not very tired and doesn’t earn much. But she is satisfied. Her level of education can do her current job depends on the help of the canteen master, and she cherishes the present.

Zhang Ling came from the countryside. She knew the psychology of many students who came from the countryside, so she gave the students a lot of dishes every time. After a while, students liked to go to her window to get dishes.

The canteen relies on students to make money by buying food. The more students buy, the more they earn. Zhang Ling's approach obviously violates the rules. He said that it is big or small, and Zhang Fatty, the canteen manager, is the one who the master asked for help with Zhang Ling.

Fatty Zhang is the master's former apprentice and has the same surname as Zhang Ling. He is considered to be his own family. With this relationship, the others turned a blind eye.

However, Zhang Ling's window was adjusted to the vegetarian dish area.

There are more students from Zhang Ling who come to buy vegetables in the vegetarian food area. The dishes sold at one window are related to the salary of the catering staff. Although Zhang Ling makes a lot of food to the students, the money she earns is not much worse than before.

The world is not revolving around one person, everyone has their own life. Obviously, the world is not revolving around Zhang Ling, and Zhang Ling doesn’t know where her future life is.

Until one day, one night, when Zhang Ling finished buying vegetables and was about to go back to her rental house, she passed by an alley entrance. A man without clothes and covered in blood fell from the sky and appeared in front of her.

Putting the strange things encountered last Friday behind Zhang Ling wondered if it was a dream. Has she been exhausted recently?

But what happened when she woke up the next day in the corner of the alley? If she hadn't checked her clothes and the passbook hidden on the inside of her jeans were still there, she would have thought she had encountered some gangsters and wolves.

Shaking his head, Zhang Ling no longer thought about anything else, put a spoonful of potato shreds on the plate in front of him and urged him to call. Zhang Ling said formulaicly, "Next, what are you eating?"

No one answered her, and Zhang Ling looked up in surprise.

"Bang!" The spoon fell to the ground. The bloody man in Zhang Ling's mind a few days ago was clearly not standing in front of her?

"Zhang Ling, what are you doing?" The canteen manager Zhang Fatty Man's cry came from the kitchen.

After being woken up, Zhang Ling hurriedly picked up the spoon on the ground.

Locke, who was standing in front of her, smiled bitterly, "Is this a coincidence that he is!"

This novel is also a Western fantasy novel. This plane is a miniature technology plane. I just turned the humanoid race inside into our oriental people.

If you guys think it's OK, I may still write technology planes in the future. Of course, what I write in the future will be more awesome, at least comparable to low-level and intermediate planes, which can fight against gods above level 4, or even more powerful technology planes.

Brothers don’t like it, so I won’t write about this type of plane. Anyway, look at you!
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