Moreover, if it’s the Outerworld, there won’t be any need to be bound by normal ethical constraints anymore!
As he walked towards his little cabin, Jack was already reveling in thoughts of his bright future.
Shami tailed Jack for a short distance, and as soon as there was no one around, he had the white and pink-haired ones keep a close but not too distant watch, slowly approaching him.
The most pressing matter was the code. He needed to see if this blond guy was from his side. If he was, then it wouldn’t be wise to act rashly.
Shami thought for a mont. He needed to co up with a very international and influential code word so that both sides might recognize it.
Shami cleared his throat.
"Kennedy in a convertible?"
Jack, walking ahead, paused for a mont.
Just when Shami thought he would respond with ’mind-boggling,’ Jack glanced around and continued to walk forward.
Shami frowned.
How could he not know this? Has it been too long in the past?
Shami pondered.
But just then, Jack stopped, turned to look at him, sized him up, then walked over.
"Hey, are you planning to team up with too?"
"Uh, uh..."
——
Seeing that Jack hadn’t uncovered his identity, Shami adapted on the fly. After entering Zituo Town, he changed his clothes again, assuming the identity of a journalist. He committed to the act.
"Mr. Jack, I’ve been observing you for quite a while at the tavern. I’m actually a reporter from the Fess Kingdom and would like to interview you. Would that be okay?"
"Is that so? I didn’t expect a journalist to arrive so quickly. Of course, it’s fine, go ahead."
Jack smiled brightly, starting to tidy up his appearance.
This damn charisma! Is this the Hero’s power?
Shami was shocked inside.
"So what do you want to know about ?"
"Just so questions everyone is interested in."
"Of course, no problem."
Shami started to ask questions; among them, he subtly hinted at elents that could identify a fellow from the sa place.
But there was practically no response.
Shami watched Jack intently, carefully crafting questions.
"So, what was the place like where you previously lived, Mr. Jack?"
"Speaking of my original world, it was a beautiful planet in the Milky Way, called Earth."
Jack looked toward the sky, lost in thought.
Shami’s heart trembled.
If they both ca from there, why was he unable to connect with him!
Jack talked enthusiastically, and under Shami’s guidance, spoke a lot about past events before he traveled here.
Many things diverged greatly from Shami’s mories, and so events didn’t align with how they unfolded in his recollections.
Very quickly, Shami realized what was going on.
The reason why Jack couldn’t connect with him was that, on Jack’s version of Earth, there was never a person nad Kennedy!
The tilines are completely out of sync! So characters and tis are the sa in both their mories, but others are completely different.
In other words, even though he and the blond before him ca from the sa Earth, they actually hailed from two entirely different Earths?!
Shami took a deep breath.
Parallel worlds?!
Do such things really exist?
No, since he had already traveled here, encountering a parallel world wouldn’t be unreasonable.
After all, when he traversed over, humanity’s understanding of the universe on Earth was akin to an ant’s understanding of the sky.
Shami quickly accepted the situation, bringing himself back to the present.
At the sa ti, the guilt in Shami’s heart diminished significantly.
Not coming from the sa hotown, taking Jack down didn’t equate to the unethical act of shooting a fellow countryman in the back.
They were both foreigners here!
"By the way, Mr. Jack, just now you seed to ntion a helicopter accident...?"
Shami recalled Jack’s words and asked.
Jack was silent for a mont, then sighed.
"Yes, it’s a vivid mory, after all, he was my favorite player. Never thought he would fall outside the field."
Shami also expressed regret.
Ah, Laoda, even in a parallel world, you couldn’t make it through the revival round.
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