I changed the world.

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Chadwick sat on a moving tour bus, which traveled along the long southern highway of Misura Island. On both sides of the road, lush tropical vegetation was everywhere, with large areas of banana groves and mixed rainforests of coastal mangroves and coconut palms covering a wide area.

Chadwick glanced out the window at the sky. The sunlight was warm and gentle, with large white clouds floating in the azure sky. The warm sunlight shone through the car window, making him feel even a little hot.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The weather wasn't as gloomy as in his dream; it seemed it really was just a dream.

"Dear guests, we are now heading to Lolota Village, a traditional village of the local Sriba people. The villagers follow their traditional way of life, preserving ancient architectural styles and customs. Visitors can tour the village museum to learn about the history and culture of the Sriba people. The Sriba are a hospitable people and warmly welcome guests from all over the world..." The tour guide, a local guide, was very knowledgeable about the local scenery and landmarks. Since the tourists on the bus came from different regions, everyone was given an earpiece with a simultaneous translation function, translating the guide's language into Rune and Lombard.

Chadwick didn't pay much attention to the tour guide's explanation. As someone with considerable travel experience, he knew very well that these commercialized tours didn't offer any real glimpse into indigenous life. The so-called "traditional lifestyle" was mostly a performance put on for tourists, nothing more than an indigenous show.

The reason he didn't leave the group this time but followed the bus all the way was mainly because the village of Lolota, which he was going to, was located in the southern part of the island and was very close to his real destination, the ruins of Kumbor. He could use that village as a stopover before heading to the ruins.

Therefore, he plans to travel with the tour group tonight and then leave the group early tomorrow morning to go to the Kunbor ruins.

The bus now carries other tourists from the tour group. Some are listening attentively to the tour guide's explanations with headphones on, while others are dozing off after playing on the beach, and still others are scrolling through their phones.

At the back of the bus, Oliver, Pete, Eleanor, and Joanna remained seated together, quietly discussing with a map which area of ​​the island they would choose to rent a house in.

The vehicle continued forward, and after about half an hour, it continued along the southern highway in the rainforest, with an indigenous village faintly visible ahead.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look ahead! This is Lolota Village, our destination for this trip. Lolota Village boasts the best-preserved Srivijaya architecture on our island. As you can see, our local buildings are influenced by traditional religious styles, generally featuring steeply sloping eaves, and are mostly constructed from stone and brick." The tour guide pointed to a house not far away and continued, "As you can see, most of our buildings are carved with images of deities and mythical beasts..."

As the tour guide explained, the vehicle slowly drove into the village. The doors opened, and tourists disembarked one after another, led by the tour guide.

At this moment, some locals dressed in indigenous clothing were singing and dancing as they offered coconuts with straws inserted.