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Chapter 411: Are you sure it's not an American impersonating an otherworldly being?
At the other end of the mall, colorful signs flashed.
A cacophony of electronic music mixed with various game sound effects assaults the senses.
This is an arcade.
Since it was morning, there weren't many people inside; the few groups were mostly young people.
Kyle frowned, his face showing undisguised disgust.
Noisy, chaotic, and utterly devoid of beauty.
Thorin curled his lip.
"Why did you bring us here? Weren't you going to have some fun?"
The centaur Grom also looked puzzled. He moved closer to Lin Mo and lowered his voice.
"Mr. Lin, this wouldn't happen to be what you called... 'men's fun,' would it?"
He had assumed it would be... at the very least, some kind of gladiatorial arena.
Lin Mo looked at the disappointed expressions on everyone's faces and smiled mysteriously.
"Don't jump to conclusions."
The young people in the arcade had already noticed the group of people with such different styles at the entrance.
"Holy crap! Look! It's those otherworldly people from the internet!"
A young man, who looked to be about seventeen, nudged his companion next to him, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Really? What are they doing here?"
"Minotaur! And that centaur! Bearmen, werewolves, they've got them all! My god, and winged angels? Alive ones!"
The commotion quickly drew everyone's attention.
Everyone stopped playing their games, took out their phones, and started snapping photos of the Terra group at the door.
Lin Mo waved to the crowd and shouted loudly.
"Keep playing, everyone. Don't panic. These are our friends from another world."
"Let's experience our recreational activities today. I hope everyone will leave them undisturbed and allow them to have a pleasant experience in our Great Xia, shall we?"
Upon hearing this, the people around laughed and patted their chests, saying it was no problem!
After thanking everyone, Lin Mo turned and walked towards the coin counter.
"Boss, exchange the currency."
Soon, a huge plastic basket was carried over, filled with gleaming silver game coins, at least tens of thousands of them.
Lin Mo patted the basket.
"Come on, everyone, take whatever you want, play with it as you please."
"I'll play whichever one I like, and if it's not enough, I'll switch to another one."
Thorin, Kyle, and the others looked at the basket full of "silver coins," thought for a moment, and decided to give it a try.
Their purpose in coming to Daxia was simply to see what life was like there and what the cultural differences were like.
What could be better to understand than firsthand experience?
Since Lin Mo seemed so confident that they would be interested, let's give it a try.
The winged man approached a violent motorcycle game machine, where a young man was playing it with great enthusiasm.
Standing behind, I watched for a while, my eyes full of curiosity.
Lin Mo walked over and pointed at the machine.
"Want to try it? It's simple, this is the accelerator, and this is the brake."
The winged man nodded and awkwardly sat on the motorcycle model.
He was two meters tall, which was a bit too big; when he sat on it, the machine looked very small.
He imitated the man from before and twisted the accelerator.
Om-!
The motorcycle on the screen shot off in an instant!
The motorcycle beneath me vibrated violently.
"oh!"
The winged man let out a startled cry and clumsily steered the ship.
boom!
He crashed straight into the wall.
The orcs nearby burst into laughter.
"Idiot, how could you veer off course on such a wide road!"
Grom couldn't resist the urge to try it, but unfortunately it wasn't suitable for his centaur form.
But this didn't stump him; he quickly came up with an idea.
Four horse hooves actually stood directly on both sides of the motorcycle, straddling it, with their upper bodies bent down and their hands gripping the handlebars.
no problem!
"Hey! Let's have a competition!"
He shouted as he imitated others, inserting game coins.
The other orcs also jumped onto the race cars next to them and started the race.
........
the other side.
Thorin was drawn to a machine that was making loud "bang" noises.
That was a punching power testing machine.
He's been watching for a while now.
Several young men were loudly debating who was stronger.
The fact that someone from another world had come to fight only fueled their enthusiasm.
A thin young man threw a punch with all his might, and the machine displayed a number "85KG".
Thorin scoffed dismissively.
Although I couldn't understand the meaning, I knew without a doubt that the Xia people were weak and had pitifully little strength.
"Can I try it?"
He asked.
"Of course! But... can you reach it?" The young man hesitated for a moment, and his expression was rather straightforward.
Dwarfs are really too short.
"Hey! Who do you think you are? Watch me!"
The dwarf spoke loudly, stepped forward, and tossed in a game coin.
He stretched his muscles, revealing his thick, muscular arms.
"drink!"
He suddenly jumped up and threw a punch!
boom! ! !
A loud bang startled everyone in the arcade, and they all turned to look.
The punching power testing machine was flashing red lights like crazy, and a piercing alarm was blaring from its speaker.
The spherical part that was hit was directly blasted by a punch.
The numbers on the screen were jumping wildly, finally settling on "999" and remaining still.
Thorin: "???"
He looked at his unharmed fist, then at the bombed part of the machine.
"So fragile?"
The young people around were all dumbfounded.
"Holy crap! He blew it up with one punch?"
"Such a small person... This doesn't make sense!!!"
The staff rushed over, startled by the scene, but dared not say anything.
After all, they are visitors from another world. It would be inappropriate to ask them to pay compensation directly. What if it affects the relationship between the two worlds?
Fortunately, Lin Mo arrived in time and said to the staff:
"I'm sorry, he didn't do it on purpose. Don't worry, we'll compensate you however much it costs."
Upon hearing this, the staff members were relieved.
"It's alright, it's alright, I understand. They're strong, it's just that our machines aren't very good quality."
Thorin knew he had done something wrong, so he pulled a handful of gold coins from his pocket, handed them to the staff member, and said:
"I broke it, I'll pay for it myself, is that enough?"
The staff were dumbfounded and looked helplessly at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo said:
"Here you go, it's pure gold. Although the purity isn't as high as ours, it's still enough to cover the cost of this machine, more than enough."
With Lin Mo's tacit approval, the staff immediately thanked Sorin repeatedly.
Thorin waved his hand magnanimously, indicating that it was no big deal.
.......
Meanwhile, Kyle was drawn to a shooting game.
He watched the enemies constantly popping up on the screen, his eyes quickly scanning them.
He stood still, holding the light gun.
boom! boom! boom!
Gunfire erupted in unison, and the enemies on the screen fell to the ground, all headshots.
This game is child's play for someone with his sixth-tier strength and reaction speed.
The teenagers watching nearby had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
"Awesome! This is hell difficulty! A master! Absolutely a master!"
"That marksmanship... are you sure it's not an American pretending to be an otherworldly being?"