Chapter 635: The Apartment of Souls


    Trantor: TransN Editor: TransN


    "Zero?" asked Rnd hesitantly.


    She rolled her eyes and bent down toy the tes before sitting cross-legged at the coffee table.


    "What’re you doing there? Don’t you want to have breakfast?"


    The little girl had a soft tender voice and a slender figure. She wore a light blue dress and white silk stockings. Her feet were about the size of his palms. She was totally not like that crazy Pure Witch who threatened to kill him.


    However, she did not deny the name, which meant that she admitted that she was Zero.


    "What should I do? Kill her?"


    "Now that she’s just a little girl, isn’t it impossible for her to tear me into pieces bare-handed like an Extraordinary?"


    Rnd sneaked into the kitchen and hid a fruit knife which he got from the knife shelf into his belt before he slowly walked toward the coffee table.


    There was a fried egg and two fried bread sticks on his te. Well, he got one more than her.


    The fried egg had a golden outer ring and slightly scorched edge, its lightly bulged center revealed a faint orange. It was obviously a perfect fried egg with a soft yolk.


    Zero skillfully picked up the fried egg with her chopsticks and devoured it in a few bites before she began to eat the fried bread sticks. "What were you doing yesterday? Had you seen some cockroaches on the ceiling?"


    "No... I found it a bit dirty so I wanted to clean it." Rnd casually made a reason.


    "Really?" She nced at the ceiling and asked, "Why didn’t you clean it with a rag tied on a clothing pole?"


    "It didn’t work. Anyway, it’s clean now," he coughed and asked, "you made the breakfast?"


    "Uncle, are you alright?" Zero appeared to be a little worried now, "Since I moved here, isn’t it I who has always made the breakfast?"


    "Since you moved here? So where did you live before?" Rnd opened his mouth but did not ask. Obviously she would suspect his identity if he kept asking.


    Zero quickly finished her breakfast. She stretched one of her hands in front of him and said, "Give me some money to buy food."


    "What?"


    "We are running out of food in the refrigerator. I have to go to the food market to buy some. How can I go without money?"


    "A middle school student already knows how to buy food from the food market?" Rnd thought while fumbling in his pocket for his wallet but found nothing, "Well..."


    "In the second drawer of your bedside table," said Zero with a sigh.


    He returned to the bedroom and found a nearly empty wallet, in there were about 300 Yuan and several lottery tickets.


    "How much do you need?" Rnd returned to the living room.


    "20. I can’t carry more food anyway."


    Since it was not his money, Rnd generously gave her a fifty Yuan bill and said, "You can keep some for the next time."


    Zero took a surprised nce at him and tucked the bill into her coin purse.


    "Your hand..." Rnd noticed the two band-aids on her fingers.


    "I was hurt when I picked up the broken ss. It’s not a big deal. Of course, it would be better if you don’t litter." She shrugged and carried her schoolbag before walking to the door, "I’m going to school. I won’te back in the noon, so remember to clean the dishes."


    "Wait, isn’t it summer vacation now?"


    "Of course it’s the tutoring center," said Zero, putting on her shoes and poked her head out from the door. "Uncle, if you think your head is still hurting, go to see the doctor. And don’t do stupid things anymore."


    After half a minute, Rnd walked out of Room 0825 and looked down while leaning over the corridor railing.


    Soon he saw Zero walk out of the building. Her white hair was particrly eye-catching in the crowd. Strangely, people on the street seemed to be used to it as no one walking by her would cast any curious nce at her. She waited a while until another two blonde-haired girls skipped toward her and they left together through an alley.


    "So she has made friends in this world?"


    Rnd could not help rubbing his forehead and thought, "What an absurd dream!"


    "What should I do next? Should I follow her?"


    He did not believe that Zero could really create aplete city.


    When Rnd turned around and wanted to go back to the room, looking for the key, he was suddenly startled by what he saw.


    A pretty woman walked toward him.


    She had long gray hair, high eyebrows and her nose and lips bore a resemnce to those of Tilly. However, she had a cold and arrogant temperament that kept men at arm’s length.


    He never met her before, but Prince Rnd’s memory obviously told him that she was his elder sister, Princess Garcia of the Kingdom of Graycastle.


    Garcia Wimbledon!


    Rnd subconsciously reached for the fruit knife in his belt.


    "Step aside. Get out of my way," the woman showed a disgusted expression, "Let me pass."


    "You... You don’t know me?" He was very surprised.


    She sneered and said, "Why should I know you? Because your hair is dyed the same color as mine?"


    Rnd stared at her, slowly getting out of her way, "You are Garcia, right?"


    "So what?" Her expression became gloomy, "Since you know my name, you should know what will happen if I am annoyed. I warn you, you will bring trouble to yourself if you trouble me." She stretched out her right hand and curled her fingers one by one making cracking sounds with her knuckles as if she had prepared to fight.


    "She doesn’t know me, but why she doesn’t feel surprised that I know her name?" Rnd found it difficult to understand.


    Garcia returned to her room, and the door banged shut behind her. He wandered around along the corridor and took a quick nce when he passed by her room.


    The room number was 0827, so she lived next to his neighbor.


    Looking at the numerous security doors along the long corridor, he suddenly had a horrible spection.


    "How many households are there in this apartment?"


    After all, the corridor was terribly long. Standing in front of Room 27, he could not even see the end of the corridor.


    He could not help thinking about it.


    He returned to his room as soon as possible, fumbled the key in to the front door and then he locked the door and ran along the corridor toward the further end.


    It was not shorter than a 400-meter straight track!


    Panting and running to the end of the corridor where it was close to the stairwell, Rnd saw thest room number, 0899.


    This was simply incredible. Who would design a tube-shaped apartment with nearly a hundred households on one floor? In ordance with the style of the 70s and 80s, a row of more than a dozen households had been consideredrge-scale.


    Rnd then climbed up the stairs.


    Most of the green paint of the iron staircase handrails had peeled off and he could see the obvious rust and dust. There were numerous small advertisements along the corridor revealing distinctive characteristics of the times. These kind of ’psoriasis’ advertisements should have long since disappeared in the big cities.


    The top floor was the 22nd floor.


    On the security door at the end of the corridor, there was no namete or barred window.


    He checked one by one until he saw the first number, 2245.


    Through his rough calction, he found that there were 2,124 households in the entire apartment building.


    "It’s impossible for you to win. I have devoured thousands of soldiers and even an Extraordinary over the years!"


    He suddenly recalled what Zero said during the fight for life on the rooftop.


    Are all people living here the losers of the Battle of Souls?


    Rnd was stunned by this spection.


    Now, Zero seemed to have be one of them.