Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 110
"Oh yes yes yes, right there, use some force, yes yes, ha..."

Hancock was lying on the edge of the pool with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body, and the white hot steam made his muscles extremely strong.

A family of orc warriors, a humanoid who might be a woman or a man, had a scrub towel around its neck and was vigorously scrubbing Hancock's back with sandpaper.

"You, what's your name? Se... Se what?"

"Sebastian Ciani, sir, Ciani is my mother's last name."

The half-orc with green skin and a height of only 1.6 meters squeezed out a smile. He wiped his sweat with his hands, thinking that it was because the salary was high and there were several children waiting to be fed at home, so he didn't want to come to bathe this guy.

Everyone knows that John Hancock is not a good bird, and he can tire the scrub master to death every time.

With a half-orc physique, he was exhausted to death, so if he were an ordinary human, he would have gone into shock.

"Yes, Sebastian, I will remember you, and I will pay you back next time. Later, you can go to the front desk to get a tip and credit it to the lord's account... for your superb bathing skills."

Hancock almost groans in comfort.

He usually does not give tips.

He Gangxin said that you don't know the old man who rubs the bath in the Northeast, no matter how many years you haven't bathed, he can rub your skin until you are radiant and bruised, that's called a skilled professional.

Dumbledore issued a gold standard currency in the city, called "Hong Kong dollars", this Hong Kong dollar is not that Hong Kong dollar.

The purchasing power is almost equivalent to the purchasing power of the US dollar.

Moreover, due to the gradual recovery of the power system caused by the expansion of the city and the emergence of more scholars and workers, the quality of life and ideological pursuit of the residents in Enlos Base will definitely gradually tend to the former modern humans.

Currency will then play a greater role.

So Hancock is actually paid.

But his monthly salary is not enough to drink, where does he get the money for tips, and whenever this happens, it will be credited to He Gang's account.

"It's an honor to serve Mr. Hancock. Any tips are needed."

Sebastian said politely.

He Gang nodded his heart and said, young man, you are very good, and you know that you shouldn't charge it to my account.

Yes, I will promote you to be the vice-captain of the scrubbing brigade when you get back.

Anyway, the city has just begun to plan, and most of the ways to make money are state-owned industries, that is, public money.

Isn’t the public one the same as the Hong Kong one?

Isn't it easy and simple to promote a small employee in the bathhouse and raise a salary?
It can be said that after this city has completely established itself in this world, private enterprises will gradually begin to appear, and then various classes such as the capitalists and the proletariat will appear again.

Class antagonisms will repeat themselves as in human history.

Another troublesome thing.

He Gang and Dumbledore leaned against each other, sitting in hot water that covered their chests, with a white towel on their foreheads.

He picked up a Coke with ice and clinked glasses with Dumbledore.

The scorching steam permeated the drowsy laziness and impacted the nerves of several people.

The cold Coke got their brains working again.

"I'm having some trouble, Professor."

He Gang has always wanted to find someone to review the things he encountered in the forum, but he didn't know who he could trust, and who wouldn't encounter some horrible things during the review.

After deliberating for a long time, he decided to talk to Dumbledore right here.

After all, the latter is the wisest person He Gang has ever met in his short life.

And the guardian angel is around here.

Even if someone in a high position wants to use some memes to cause trouble, I'm afraid they have to consider whether they are qualified.

Guardian Angel is a tough guy.

Are you afraid that people will blow themselves up?
"Expressing your own thoughts doesn't mean you are weak, on the contrary, Xiaogang, it only proves that you are a strong person."

Dumbledore did not know where to take out a large handful of mints and put them on the plate next to him. He peeled one and threw it into his mouth and took a big gulp of Coke, then made a sour expression on his face,

"Mints with iced Coke, whoever tries it will know... Let's get back to the topic, what are you bothering about?"

"Hmm... Leaving aside the facts, is there such a possibility that there are several mes in the world at the same time, but they are not in this universe."

"To be honest, I'm a master of magic, not a scientist in Muggles. The idea of ​​parallel universes probably won't work here."

Professor Dumbledore called a human boy over. Last time he called an old orc, he almost lost his skin.

He enjoyed the pleasure of taking a bath, and continued to say to He Gang,
"But this kind of thing does exist. In the past, some people said that they would meet another version of themselves under certain circumstances. It might be a child or an old man... But in the Middle Ages, most of these people were burned to death as wizards. ”

"Look at the world, professor, how do you feel?"

"Except for the city, it seems that other places are Azkaban, which is disgusting, disgusting, and..."

Dumbledore opened his eyes and frowned.

"Tell me honestly, this is really the kingdom of the dead?"

He Gang shook his head. He hesitated for a moment, carefully considered his words, and then spoke carefully, planning to stop the conversation if he felt spied on:
"There are probably billions of such worlds."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

He Gang soon realized that the system used some methods to block the truth of the 70 billion copies. You must know that Dumbledore's body is stronger than that of a young man, let alone his hearing system.

He then decisively chose not to say anything further.

"Have you found any traces of Lamia during this time?"

"No, she shouldn't be in New York anymore."

Dumbledore replied.

He Gang changed the subject, while continuing to talk to vulnerable groups such as infants, disabled people, and the elderly in the forum, and also speculated from the side whether other people noticed anything unusual about this situation.

While discussing with Dumbledore about the subsequent development of the Enlos base.

As expected, almost all disadvantaged groups had their status adjusted by some magical force. Some people seemed to have lost a period of time, and some people seemed to have been pressed into fast forward in life.

Regardless of children, the elderly, the disabled, or the mentally retarded, they all became young people in the golden age group between 18 and 35 years old, without any diseases that would affect their normal activities.

Strangely, ordinary people in this age group don't seem to think this matter deserves attention.

Even once He Gang had a private conversation about it with someone, he would immediately forget it.

And those disadvantaged groups who are placed in this age group, their memory and timeline seem to be completely confused.

For example, this year is 2023, the boy named Su Yu should be 3 years old, and if the system pulls him into the copy from the timeline of 18 years old, then the last time of the latter's memory should be 2038.

But Su Yu's memory is still 2023 this year.

This is too weird.

(End of this chapter)