Supermarket Worksite English and Gym-Class Math

Very, very often—very, very often—

the gap in reality was caused by the gap within yourself.

If you attended a prestigious university, you could naturally travel far and wide. But if you could not read a single word, you might never make it out of these mountains.

Money, status, connections, reputation, power, knowledge, family, friends, and countless other things formed the foundation that gave you the confidence to live in this world, determining the height at which you stood.

What had London been to Fang Ran before?

Probably Big Ben, British streets, Saint Paul's Cathedral and Westminster Abbey, the London Eye and the British Museum, Lantehe Building in the Financial City that he had regarded as a "trap," and a stage for his debut battle and A-rank battle in the Night Battle world.

But after personally arriving in a city like this, Fang Ran realized that to him, it was—

pounds sterling, supermarkets, streets where he only moved within a few blocks, and an obscure, remote rooftop where he had briefly settled.

It was a massive maze of streets filled with English everywhere, where people spoke a language he could barely understand.

On nights when he wrapped himself in a blanket on the rooftop, Fang Ran gazed out at distant London. In the Simulation Scenario, he could easily cross several thousand meters, soar to heights nearing ten thousand meters, and skyscrapers would collapse amid the aftershocks of battles they casually unleashed. The entire city had been their battlefield,

but now, it took him over an hour just to walk from where he slept to the supermarket.

London had suddenly become enormous.

".do you have, um... membership card?"

"Three forty, five eighty, one two three four, sixteen, eighteen... Total, no, wait. The total is, um... nineteen pounds and eighty pence."

".have