Chapter 1: A Deep Sleep, a Fresh Start

Saigon is magnificent, flowers for the rich, and tears for the poor.

Although this is one of the richest and most developed cities in Vietnam, mixed with luxurious streets and crowded vehicles, there are still dark corners that few people can see.

Slash it!

Damn it!

In a long, narrow alley, a young man with messy hair and his shirtless body revealing strong muscles was running with his legs around his neck.

His hands kept waving wildly, grabbing anything in front of him, throwing it back, and shouting loudly:

Your motherfuckers, Nhi likes me, take the initiative to approach her, it's not like I'm harassing her!

Chasing close behind were dozens of young men dressed in flashy clothes with blue, red, purple, and yellow hair. The leader stands out the most, has a white face, wears a white shirt, and looks very good-looking, easily making people fall in love at first sight. However, the long machete in his hand constantly slashing towards the shirtless young man will make you shiver, immediately rethinking your assessment of this handsome man as a gentle person.

You beggar, Nhi is the girl I've been pursuing for nearly a year now. I haven't even been able to hold her hand yet, so what the hell can you rely on? I have to cut off your fucking arm!

The juniors behind shouted loudly:

Are you good at standing still?

Stop and let us attack you, I'm not stupid, if you're good, don't chase me away!

The two sides chased each other for a long time. It's strange, even though the shirtless young man was being chased from east to west, many times he thought he was about to be caught, but somehow he was able to escape, even more slippery than a loach. Sometimes he broke the rotten door of an abandoned house, ran straight inside, and jumped through the window to another alley, then swung himself and jumped onto a wall full of barbed wire, causing the people behind him to have to walk away circle to capture.

Pant pant, damm it, it took forever to escape!

The shirtless young man was already sweating profusely. He glanced sideways and saw no one chasing him before limping towards the slums in the south of the city.

His name is Minh, twenty-six years old this year, an orphan who had to make a living in the slums since childhood.

He used to do everything no matter what job it was, including stealing or delivering hot goods, with the sole purpose of earning a living each day.

Minh put his hand into the pocket of his old, torn pants, took out two flattened dumplings, and smiled happily:

Luckily I can still eat, otherwise, Mr. Hai and little Vi would have had to starve tonight.

Not long after walking, Minh finally returned to the slums. Right now, in front of a row of old, dilapidated houses, there is a new-generation SH car parked.

A stylishly dressed girl sat in the car with a pensive look on her face as if she had been waiting for a long time. The moment she saw Minh appear, she immediately got out and approached:

Are you OK? Did Phong hurt you?

This beautiful girl is Linh Nhi, a famous beauty queen at a university in Saigon. Originally, with his status as a street person, Minh could never approach Linh Nhi, but by God's luck, three months ago, when Linh Nhi ran away from home, he accidentally saved her. . The girl was lost alone in the middle of the dark night near the slums. Linh Nhi was blocked by a group of thugs. Fortunately, Minh appeared in time, otherwise her life would have ended.

It's okay, but please go home. You stay here if Phong's guys follow you, I'll have to move house...

Minh smiled, even though he said that there was no fear on his face.

Linh Nhi was silent for a long time then suddenly said:

Or you can lend me the money to rent a new room to live in properly. You, Mr. Ly and little Vi will move there first. When you get a job and have money, you can send it back to me.

Minh shook his head:

I don't accept!

Why? Don't be shy, I'll lend it to you, not give it to you...

Linh was very sincere, but Minh still refused:

We don't belong to each other yet... Besides, I'm not used to receiving from others...

After saying this sentence, Minh felt guilty in his heart. A street thief who specializes in petty theft said he was not used to receiving from others. It would be more accurate to say he was used to stealing and defrauding others.

But he had no choice. A person who doesn't have a birth certificate or a resume, and has been arrested and taken to the police station every day since childhood, how can he ever get a decent job?

Without a job, Mr. Ly, who is eighty-nine years old and lives in an abandoned house, will starve to death. Even six-year-old Vi could not avoid this fate.

Both, an old man and a small child, lived in the same abandoned house with Minh, without any blood relationship. They are just suffering people who accidentally met and relied on each other. For Mr. Ly and little Vi, he is the one who supports them financially and takes care of every meal for them. As for him, they are his biggest spiritual support, giving him the motivation to live every day after being chased and beaten to death.

Don't say that! In the past three months, I understand very clearly what kind of person you have been. I believe that if your living environment changes, you will be a truly good person.

Linh Nhi advised Minh for a while. Said that he had just found a job at an acquaintance's restaurant for Minh and that in the future he would have the opportunity to advance to the management level.

Minh laughed for a long time, then finally had to nod and accept. It's not that he's self-conscious about his poor family background, but he's afraid that he'll do something that will disgrace Linh Nhi.

But Linh Nhi was so sincere, he couldn't help but agree.

After seeing Linh Nhi off, Minh went back to the dark abandoned house in the slums.

Although it is said to be an abandoned house, it is still quite clean because Mr. Ly and little Vi regularly clean it.

Minh is home, he's so hungry...

As soon as he pushed the old, broken wooden door to go inside, the baby ran out and jumped up and hugged Minh's neck.

He happily picked up the baby, took a dumpling from the bag, and gave it to the baby to eat.

Tell Minh, how did your lesson with Mr. Ly go today...

Yes, today I learned the multiplication table!

Hearing Minh's question, little Vi hesitated for a long time before answering.

As a person who wanders around the market, these expressions of course cannot surpass Minh.

He passed by a chair not far away, where an old man with a white beard and blurred eyes was smoking a pipe.

Don't think that Mr. Ly is just using it to make fun of it. In fact, the cigarettes in there are all dried leaves rolled up and burned, inhaling the lungs only has a burning smell without any taste at all.

Mr. Ly, in this slum, everyone is literate. He refused to teach little Vi to read and write but kept telling her those nonsense fairy tales. Those stories don't make money!

Minh sighed, took the last dumpling, and gave it to the old man.

Ha ha, young people have no experience, how can they know that stories about cultivating immortals are not useful? Haven't you been reading stories every day since that beautiful girl gave you your old phone? Which are Tu Tien, Tien Nghich, Gia Thien, Cau Ma...

This... I'm so bored I just read it for fun.

Minh scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Since he was a child, only about eleven years old, when he met Mr. Ly, he began to tell him some magical fairy tales. For a child who has never watched TV or read books, it is truly fatally attractive.

These are the most holy, the three sects, the five sects, the four great masters of Nam Hoang; until the Tay Thien clan and the Buddhist path fought fiercely. The mysterious and powerful Northern Region has been passed down since ancient times...

Strangely enough, until three months ago when he first used a mobile phone and looked up the internet, Minh learned that the fairy tale story had only appeared seven or eight years ago, and the stories that Mr. Ly told were still there. It has existed for more than ten years.

I often suspect that you are a person from another world who has come here!

Minh looked closely at Mr. Ly from head to toe and laughed a few times.

One speck of dust, one world! A thought can also become a world! A book is not written by chance, sometimes it is the great dharma of another world that influences the writer, allowing them to bring the amazing stories of the characters of that world to sentient beings in another space.

Mr. Ly puffed on his pipe, a burning smell rising:

The universe is vast, not to mention that in addition to the third dimension, there are also fourth, fifth, and sixth dimensions. After all, who knows how many worlds exist...

You mean when we think, we are creating a world?

Minh thought these brain-hacking problems were too confusing for an uneducated guy like him. If it weren't for Mr. Ly teaching him how to read, he wouldn't even know how to write his own name.

Minh, little Vi wants to be a fairy! Mr. Ly said that if in that world, little Vi would be a peerless Dao Body, and would certainly become a female Emperor in less than a thousand years...

Mr. Ly, little Vi is still young, please don't instill these delusions in her, okay?

Minh really disagreed and kept talking all night.

Ha ha, maybe one day you'll just want to hear me talk a little more!

In the end, he had no choice but to crawl into his familiar corner and lie down, hugging little Vi and sleeping.

When his eyes were about to close, he still didn't forget to take out the old phone and turn it on, looking back at the photo of Linh Nhi's beautiful face, a happy smile on his lips.

Let's sleep! Tomorrow is a new day, a new beginning....

Turning on some standard fairy-tale music to help him sleep, Minh gradually fell deeply into the melodies.

"For whom did I pour tea? Whose painting did I step into...

The distant sound of the instrument has not stopped for many years. Pouring your heart out to the separated person...

Riding horses around the world, memories become too distant. Even though the wind and rain are far away, I still linger on the memories of the human world...

The earth is hundreds of thousands of feet away, don't ask how far is the road to reincarnation...

Pick up your pen and tell about the wild stories of the past..."