"Connected?"
Jiang Qiao blinked several times.
Discovering that the call had connected was nothing special. He had been mentally prepared for it. Or rather, he had been waiting for the call to connect all along. Who the hell would listen to "beep, beep, beep" without hanging up if they had nothing better to do?
But the problem was that the sinister "Hello" from the other end was spoken in Chinese!
"What the hell!"
Ten years.
It had been ten damn years since he had heard this familiar language!
Regardless of Blue Star,
the Supernatural World,
or the underworld,
they all used unfamiliar languages and writing. He did not know why he had been able to read and understand them after crossing over. He guessed it might have something to do with being bound to the Simulator. But regardless of whether he could master them fluently, they could never compare to the intimacy of his mother tongue.
In his early years, he had wanted to "go home."
Return to a familiar environment.
Now he knew that "home" was already gone, blown apart, and transformed into something indescribable.
He had become a vagrant.
So he had accepted that reality.
Yang Ling could technically also be considered a "fellow countryman," but after all these years, he had long grown accustomed to the language of this land. He could still speak his hometown dialect, but he was no longer fluent.
Jiang Qiao had to rely on half-guessing to barely understand what he said.
It would be better to communicate in the local language.
So there was no sense of familiarity at all.
Following the established course, this was how things would have remained. If nothing unexpected happened, he would probably be the last surviving person who spoke with a pure hometown accent.
Yet he