With the Naruto system, travel through time and become the mastermind behind the scenes

In the magic capital, in the dark harbor alley, the sound of rushing water is non-stop.

Where there is light, there will be shadows, and where there will be chaos.

This damp dark alley is a garbage dump for this bizarre city, where the entire city's sewers and sewage are collected.

The cascading structure here has a large space under a small footprint.

But this is not a high-rise building that extends upwards, but a gray space carved out underground.

At a glance, the streets are filled with garbage that has not been washed by the current, or marijuana that has not been smoked on the ground, and there is a mixture of disgusting smells.

But even in this environment, there are still a lot of people living here, most of them are not locals, or abandoned babies, or addicts who have lost their families.

These people are not only not the darkest and dirtiest people in this cyberpunk capital of the East, but some of them are the purest people in the city, no matter what their identity is or what kind of low-level things they are doing, they are relying on themselves to interpret the belief that they want to live.

......

In the dim light swaying constantly, in the dark underground, a teenager was running desperately, looking only about 13 or 4 years old, very thin.

Sprinting all the way to a dilapidated door, he stopped out of breath.

The underground house was very simple, and the rusty gatehouse occasionally emitted the stench of sewage dripping from the pipes above.

"Huha, huha, huha.

"Chang'an, don't bother, your brother's dust disease won't last long, so keep this food to yourself."

Chen Changan gasped and used his dusty cuffs to wipe the cold sweat that kept pouring out on the top of his head.

The old man in rags on the side, looking at the obviously small child in front of him, but running around for his younger brother's dust, couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but he didn't have any way, after all, to them who are poor in the shadows, in the magic capital of the magic cyber, there is no chance to stand in the sun, and no one will hire them at all, and the only source of money for the vast majority of them here is to help the upper-class people who are unwilling to come down to repair the broken sewer pipes here.

What's more, dust disease is an incurable disease for them, this disease is living in this dirty environment for a long time, and the continuous mixing of various factors leads to the desertification and drying of their body muscle fibers, and the body will become extremely fragile, and the slightest activity may paralyze the whole body, until the whole body desertification will be his death.

Of course, this disease is not incurable for the world's top medicine, but its expensive cost is definitely not affordable for ordinary people.

"It's okay, my brother will be fine, didn't I hear that in the lower class, a person with dust disease still lives to be in his 60s!" Chen Changan's eyes flashed a trace of loneliness, and then he forced his smiling face, after all, he didn't want his younger brother to see his sad appearance.

"Hey~" The old man sighed lightly, then didn't say anything more, turned back to his room, hope was slim, but he couldn't continue to persuade him, they were all underground people, where was he qualified to feel sorry for others.

As Chen Ping'an pushed the door, the dim light illuminated the somewhat silent room.

"Wensheng, look at what my brother has brought you!" Chen

Changan walked in excitedly, and took out the sugar-hearted steamed buns he carefully bought from his arms, which were wrapped in a transparent plastic bag, very white, and not stained with any dust on his body.

There was no sound reply, Chen Changan was stunned for a moment, most of the people outside would refuse to trade with them because they were too dirty, and some people with a bad temper would even directly beat and scold them to drive them away, it was in this case that the sugar-hearted steamed buns became a rare delicacy for them here, and they would be snapped up almost every day, and these two sugar-hearted steamed buns were finally grabbed by him.

In the past, when he grabbed his brother's favorite candy steamed buns, his younger brother would personally run out and cheer for himself, even if his younger brother made his happy voice in front of the bed after he got the dust disease, but today there was no sound at all, did something happen!

Chen Changan rushed to the bed quickly, and under the flickering light, there was only an empty iron bed and a rusty railing on it.

Looking

at the empty room, the steamed bun in Chen Changan's hand slipped to the ground in a daze.

Then he suddenly ran out like crazy, and in the dark corridor, he frantically shouted his brother's name.

"Wensheng!Wensheng!"

"Have you seen Wensheng!""Have you seen Wensheng!"

..."As

he ran, Chen Changan became more and more anxious, and he stepped forward to ask when he met people, but none of them answered, it is not easy for people here to survive on their own, and where is there time to take care of other people's affairs.

Under the narrow passage, Chen Changan's worried voice echoed inside for a long time.

Suddenly, Chen Changan seemed to have stepped on something, and fell down the corridor with a pop.

Looking back, it turned out to be an addict slumped on a water-stained hallway, muddy.

"Isn't this Xiao Chang'an!Why are you in such a hurry!" The

addict spoke tremblingly, looking a little delirious, leaning against the railing of the corridor, still holding a half-sucked inferior marijuana bottle in his hand.

"Uncle Qiu, have you seen Wen Sheng! Wen Sheng is gone!" Although

Chen Changan felt that the man in front of him was unlikely to know, there was nothing he could do now, but he could only use the dead horse as a live horse doctor, and asked the man with a somewhat anxious expression.

"Wensheng, what is Wensheng!hey, hey, hey—"

The man called Uncle Qiu, as if he was addicted to drugs, suddenly began to giggle to himself.

Seeing this scene, Chen Changan also seemed to feel that it was impossible to get any useful information from his mouth.

Just as he was about to continue his search, Uncle Qiu behind him seemed to regain some senses, his lips trembled, and he said, "Little Wensheng! Hey, hey, hey—"

Looking at Uncle Qiu, who was smirking and serious for a while, Chen Changan said thank you, and ran up the stairs frantically.

They who live on the ground have never seen the sun, even if they go out, they are only in the dark alleys, for decent people who can live in the magic capital all day long, their existence is no different from cockroaches, as long as they are exposed to the sun, everyone will shout and fight, and the light is out of reach for people who live in the dark.

And his younger brother has been sick for a long time, he can't imagine how his younger brother walked outside, with anxiety and worry, Chen Changan can only desperately run upward.