After about ten minutes, a trackless public carriage arrived, gradually slowing down and stopping in front of the station.
Samuel glanced at it; it wasn't the one he needed to take.
Not far away, the man emitting that strange attraction stood up, squeezed through the crowd, and walked towards the trackless public carriage.
As Samuel expected, the men and women surrounding him also boarded this carriage, making the already crowded vehicle even more packed.
Other carriages had come earlier. Comparing them, although the others were also crowded, this one had the most people.
Even before the large group of people at the scene boarded, it was already packed like a sardine can.
It seemed they were "attracted" in advance and just happened to encounter the man at this stage.
They all coincidentally happened to be going the same way as the man.
Samuel was very curious. Was it "because these people were attracted by his gravitational pull, so they coincidentally ended up going the same way as him." Or was it "because these people coincidentally happened to be going the same way as him, there was some kind of connection, making them more easily attracted to him."
The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, the more he felt an itch in his heart.
Samuel plucked one of his own hairs, gave it a gentle blow towards the direction of the public carriage.
The hair immediately flew over, drifted into the carriage before the door closed, landed on that man's neck, and then instantly melted, merging into the man's skin.
Although Samuel's current power could only mobilize some Illusion Magic, his consciousness and his main body were completely linked.
What the clone Samuel was interested in, the main body would also be interested in.
Therefore, the main body, from a distance, transmitted a portion of its power into the clone's body.
The door closed, and under the driver's command, the public carriage began to move forward slowly, gradually picking up speed and merging into the traffic.
"Hmm... come to think of it, was I just influenced again?" Samuel suddenly snapped back to reality, touching his chin. "Ah, there's something to this."
This attraction didn't seem to be limited to material coincidences.
Since it couldn't directly attract Samuel over, it used Samuel's "interest" to indirectly attract away a part of Samuel's body and a portion of the "spirit" attached to the hair used for parasitism.
He had clearly noticed the anomaly on the other person but was still influenced.
Although it was just a single hair from a clone, it was still quite impressive.
As for the main body.
It probably wasn't affected over there, or simply didn't care.
After waiting a while longer, finally, the 0312 that Samuel was waiting for entered the station.
Compared to the previous carriage that was like a sardine can, this one didn't have too many people.
This made Samuel suspect whether most people getting on during this time would ultimately be attracted to that carriage.
"Where to?" The conductor in black and white uniform asked listlessly, eyes downcast.
"To Althern Street," Samuel replied with a smile.
The conductor glanced up, his eyes sweeping over Samuel's clothes, seeming to understand something, and nodded. "Three-quarters of a sien."
Is there something wrong with my clothes?
Noticing the conductor's look, Samuel glanced down at his own clothes.
He realized his neat attire, clean face, and refined appearance were completely out of place with the entire public carriage.
He looked like a noble young master who talked about experiencing life but wasn't even willing to change into a set of coarse cloth clothes, thinking that riding a public carriage once meant experiencing the hardships of the world and he could boast about his closeness to the common people in front of his noble brothers.
Samuel handed over a one-sien note. The conductor took it without checking, directly threw it into the coin box, and gave Samuel a quarter-sien coin in change.
New item, get.
Samuel, like a player with a collector's obsession, pocketed the coin and walked into the carriage.
Stepping into the carriage, Samuel's train of thought was suddenly interrupted.
"Ugh!"
"It stinks..."
It really did stink.
The smell of sweat, the stench of various kinds of garbage, and the odor of nearly dried vomit all hit Samuel's nose at once.
His sense of smell, far surpassing that of ordinary people, made Samuel experience a level of suffering unknown to common folk.
Although the smell on the streets was also unpleasant, this was, after all, in a middle-class area. The streets were regularly cleaned, and while the residents weren't that well-mannered, under the watch of patrols, they at least wouldn't go too far.
But this carriage was different. It started from the southern district of the city, passed through the eastern district, the docks district, the workers' district, and the slums, entering every area except the western district which was the wealthy area. Naturally, over its long period of operation, it had acquired a smell that was hard to wash off.
Not to mention this carriage had almost never been washed.
Suppressing his nausea, Samuel found a seat and sat down. He opened the "The Lunatic's World Travel Guide" in his hand, wanting to kill some time.
The Travel Guide hadn't updated; it was still the same content.
Neither the unfamiliar man he just saw nor the gaze the main body had provoked had been recorded.
This made Samuel pout. He gently slid his finger across the page, mobilizing the energy within his body, wanting to write something on it.
This was a similar power Samuel had created within himself by reverse-engineering the process from the result, after imitating Ethen and experiencing Ethen's power.
Although he didn't know what this energy was called in the extraordinary system, it didn't stop Samuel from utilizing this power.
It was like an instinct; no learning was required.
【Trash Trash】.
Four large Chinese characters, condensed from energy, were written on the paper, each occupying half a page.
The characters lingered for two seconds, then were suddenly absorbed by the paper like water stains on a sponge.
At that moment, the pages of the book suddenly turned by themselves without any wind, flipping to the next blank page.
New black text appeared on the book, but it wasn't an update to the guide, nor was it an update to the archives.
"Foolish Samuel Gavris still hasn't grasped how to use the great tome. Perhaps I should give him a hint."
"But as an extension of his will and ability, just like he calls me trash, I also feel he's a trashy uncle who's 100 years old and still unwanted. So I choose to continue playing dead."
"Huh?"
A creature more shallow than me has appeared!
This won't do! This can't be!
Looking at the text that appeared in the Travel Guide, Samuel began to ponder thoughtfully.
"Oh, so you have self-awareness," Samuel tilted his head.
Indeed, right at the beginning when he first opened his eyes, this book was indeed moving on its own.
His common sense about this world was indeed given by it.
Hmm... come to think of it... it seems... after providing this world's common sense... this book stopped moving on its own... much?
Recalling that its first reply was after he wrote something, Samuel seemed to have grasped the key to the problem.
So... it didn't answer my questions before... just because I didn't charge it?
Was it because helping me acquire this world's common sense consumed all its energy?
While he was thinking, the text on the page was once again absorbed by the paper.
It seemed unwilling to waste even this bit of ink.
Oh no, it seems I wronged it.