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Chapter 52: Matchstick Puppet
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Taking advantage of how everybody was standing in front of the city gates, waiting for it to open, Cao Qian and Xing Ye, the two disabled puppets, quickly found an empty cranny to hide in. The mirror used his huge, two-meter tall body to hide the two small puppets, his hands on his hips proudly. He felt super cool- this time, he was the one protecting Xing Ye.

"What's this?" Cao Qian looked at the mirror and leaned into Xing Ye, speaking in a quiet voice so only the two of them could hear. "Who is he? Is he a following fate player you just met?"

Cao Qian was truly self-aware of her own luck. She instantly knew that there was no way that the mirror, with his big, strong body, could possibly be an opposing fate player.

"No," Xing Ye whispered back, "He's my current body's brother. He seems a bit foolish, very easy to deceive, so you don't have to avoid him. Creak."

Xing Ye supported his chin, "Creak, Sorry, my engine oil needs to be changed. Creak."

"A fool? He shouldn't be the only truth speaking puppet that we're supposed to find, right?" Cao Qian asked.

"Creak, do you really think our luck would be that good? Creak." Xing Ye held his chin with one hand and looked at Cao Qian's broken, frail arm. "Can you use your starting abilities with your body like that?"

"I already tried, but this body's too fragile so I didn't dare to use too much force. I can lift heavy objects, but it'll crush my arm." Cao Qian said dispiritedly, then looked at Xing Ye's own broken arm. "Can you still use your starting abilities?"

"Creak, writing with my left hand isn't a problem, but my finger joints are all rusted, so it'll be hard for me to write. I'd probably need half an hour to draw a QR code." Xing Ye said.

The two pieces of red phosphorus on Cao Qian's matchstick head that made up her eyes filled with despair, "Half an hour? That's enough for them to smack us down three times! I'd already be lit on fire by then!"

Xing Ye fell silent for a moment before deciding to change the topic, "Let's exchange information."

He told Cao Qian what he had heard in the morning.

Cao Qian also said, "Your information is even worse than mine. I have a mother in this world, an iron sheet puppet."

"Huh? A matchstick puppet's mom is an iron sheet puppet?" Xing Ye felt like logic really couldn't be applied to this world.

"Who knew what Benedict was thinking," Cao Qian gnashed her teeth, "I'm from a single parent family, with my mother fostering three children. My big brother and my mother are both iron sheet puppets. My sister's an ordinary wooden puppet, but I heard she's the most beautiful girl in the city, with many pursuers. Of course, I can't see how she's very pretty, so I guess their aesthetics are different. I, the third child, am a matchstick puppet, with shoulders that can't be raised and hands that can't be held. Every day, I break an arm or a leg. My mother said that she's spent all the money she's saved on maintaining my body and told me I needed to pay her back, so she forced me to go out to get primary ore and provide for myself."

Xing Ye: "... It looks like Benedict really did want to create a wonderland, a city filled with beautiful and loving puppets. Normally speaking, you would be the delicate, weak child in your family, and should be spoiled with extra care by your mother and siblings. However, after he gave the puppets human nature, everything went the opposite direction. As the puppets started to lie and deceive each other, affection would also turn into judgement of whether you're useful or not."