Xue Dili suddenly appeared in the dilapidated steel-reinforced concrete building. Though the room was cleaned meticulously, the peeling exterior and the wear from the elements made the entire interior seem extremely run-down.
Yet within this primitive tribe, this was already the best room.
"I think I understand," Old Green seemed to have accepted reality. He even seemed interested in examining the room. Although it was shabby, it was filled with the breath of life, "That group of the Silver Princess was a sudden BUG. After they left, my world repaired them, but I might have been a BUG long ago."
"So that world directly made another person the King of the Silver Country, and not me. No, Watson already looks over a hundred years old, so I have been dead for over a hundred years..."
Old Green raised his head. He gradually understood everything; he might have been singled out as a BUG for repair over a hundred years ago. So, who exactly am I now?
