Livelihood

"These are all homes the residents imagined into existence."

"It's just that they don't have such strong mental power, and they aren't very familiar with the details of buildings either."

"They're barely livable."

Zhang Weiguo rode his tricycle slowly through the buildings.

Liu Di stared wide-eyed at everything. Ahead, atop a slender bamboo pole at least ten meters tall, sat a bed. A sleeping middle-aged man shifted slightly, then fell from above with a thud.

Only then did he wake from his dream and climb back up the pole.

Tsk, tsk.

Liu Di turned his head again.

He saw several children gathered by the roadside, playing with a cloth doll.

But the doll was extremely crudely made, like several severed limbs stitched together—ugly and horrifying.

"Those are all things imagined into existence."

Zhang Weiguo pedaled leisurely, his gaze drifting slowly. "In this world, aside from the continent beneath our feet, everything was imagined into existence by the residents. But unfortunately, everyone only has vague impressions of objects in the real world. When they suddenly try to imagine something, they find they can't remember the details, or don't understand how it's constructed at all."

"It's like how you use a refrigerator every day in the real world, but if I asked you about its structure, could you explain it?"

Zhang Weiguo shook his head to himself.

Liu Di frowned. "A refrigerator consists of a cabinet, compressor, condenser, evaporator, refrigerant, and circuitry."

Uh.

Zhang Weiguo's mouth fell slightly open. "Fine, so you're handy in daily life! Let me use another example. You see handguns in movies every day—do you know how a handgun is constructed?"

Liu Di pursed his lips. "The gun casing, bullet feed tube, chamber, loading mechanism, firing mechanism, as well as the magazine and its internal springs."

Mm.

Zhang