【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

In this reception room, he seemed like a complex of contradictions.

Innocence and depth, happiness and sadness intertwine and collide in him.

Every frame is like a painting.

Every frame is real.

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His eyes moved to me.

This time he didn't try hard to smile.

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Just look at me.

Look at me quietly.

Her eyes are as clear as a doll's.

"You are a dragon." He tilted his head and blurted out a sentence without thinking.

I'm speechless.

Is this guy normal?

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After sending this one off, the list is almost at the bottom.

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I met a few more of these people.

No special features, no major shortcomings either.

Ordinary.

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I sat on a high stool in the reception room, swinging my legs.

The bells on the ankles jingled.

like.

Nothing gained, right?

What……

What……

Or just take the laptop and run away?

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Anyway, I don't really need these...

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Soon, my fantasy was shattered.

Cathy said that once the matches and time sequence were determined, I would go to different caregivers in turn.

The time is equal, and they rotate one by one.

Until adulthood.

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During this period, a matching protective optical computer specially made by the Empire will be worn.

The coordinate data will be monitored, making it easy to call for help and implement rescue with one click.

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That kind of optical brain cannot be removed until you are successfully determined to be an adult.

It can only leave the body when the wearer dies.

In other words, the moment the optical brain falls off, that person is already dead in the Imperial Citizen System.

And the caregivers will pay the price they deserve.

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Is this true social death?

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This is a protection measure for minors...

Quite high-end and rigorous.

But it gives me a headache...

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What does it take to be an adult?

I'm in a hurry!

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Too lazy to be impotent and furious, I lay on the tree trunk next to me like a liquid cat strip...

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The list has bottomed out.

It's almost the end.

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Lingling, is it really true that no one recognizes her?

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Sure enough, the spear is more conspicuous?

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A man walked in head-on.

It's like a moving mountain, exuding a somewhat...different aura.

Like... the smell of sand?

Or...the smell of steel?

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He was wearing a black military uniform. The crisp fabric was like his aura, and every subtle texture seemed to record the unknown heaviness.

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Don't ask me how I know it's a military uniform.

This set is a more complex version of what's on the guy in the corner.

The ones with more gold decoration...

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The general in the corner immediately stood at attention and saluted.

No longer looking so careless.

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That posture is a military salute.

It was completely different from the way he and Casey saluted the man in black in the restaurant.

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The man nodded to him.

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His face was like a rock carefully carved by time, with sharp edges and corners.

His eyes are deep, and within the calmness lies a turbulent sea.

Like...

The calmness and wisdom accumulated through countless moments of life and death...

This person is different from that lazy guy.

It's really full of blood.

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The bronzed skin exudes a healthy glow.

Under the high nose bridge, the tightly pursed lips are like a steel-made defense line.

It’s hard to imagine whether those tense lines would rise slightly when facing family members.

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His hair was neatly combed back, revealing a smooth forehead that added to his dignity. A few strands of hair fluttered slightly on his forehead, adding a touch of unruliness to his appearance.

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But wait...

like……

What's wrong?