[Suspected parallel universe triggers internet storm, who is the Manchester City king?]
[‘Chaos’ events are occurring all over the world, and the scientific community holds an emergency meeting]
[German scientists mysteriously disappeared during a conference, is a space-time wormhole emerging? ]
[The earliest time-space distortion event has been confirmed, top tattoo artist/new king of football]

……

“Kevin, have you heard about the ‘Little King of Manchester City’? The one that’s been circulating a lot these past few days.”

At 9 o’clock in the morning, in the locker room of the Etihad training base, De Bruyne had just opened the door and walked in, and B Silva put his mobile phone in front of his face to ask. There were many other people in the room, and they all looked at him with curiosity.

“I heard about it, but I didn’t look closely.” De Bruyne put down his backpack and said while changing clothes, “What happened to him?”

“It’s said online that he came to Manchester City in the 16-17 season, which is about the same as you.”

“so?”

“Nothing, just a sigh.” B Silva said, calling up clips from various documentaries about Batistuta that netizens had edited. “Five seasons, four finals, three trophies, he is really an amazing guy. Look, he won the World Cup with Brazil in 5.”

“Well, that’s indeed, very impressive.” De Bruyne said as he put the testing device on his chest.

B looked over in surprise. “Your reaction was a bit cold, Kevin.” He said, “When I heard the news, my girlfriend said I screamed like a dying tit.”

“—that’s what happened in another world, Bernardo.”

“But, but Kevin, whenever I think of myself in that world who has won so many trophies and become teammates with Messi, I can’t help but feel excited. Isn’t it the same for you?”

De Bruyne shrugged and closed the door of his locker room.

“I know it sounds fantastic, but I think it’s better to focus on our world, what do you think, Bernardo?” The Belgian midfielder waved his hand and walked towards the training ground. “Training is about to start. You guys, don’t be late, Pep will be angry.”

Looking at his back as he walked away, the people in the locker room looked at each other.

“he……”

“Look, this is Kevin,” Stones said, spreading his hands. “I told him he didn’t care.”

“He just acts like he doesn’t care.” Sean B moved his lips and looked around. “Come on, am I the only one who feels something is wrong with Kevin?”

“Yeah, he’s not quite right.” Walker whistled and agreed with B席’s words, “I think he’s upset that the ‘little king’ stole his limelight. Forget about Bernardo, let’s go and train.”

Then several people left the locker room and walked towards the training ground.

In a corner of the outdoor training ground, De Bruyne was absent-mindedly fiddling with a ball with his feet. He lowered his head, his eyes on the grass under his feet, but what he saw were the extra things on his mobile phone.

Yes, he lied.

He had long known about the ‘Manchester City King’ that was making the rounds on the internet, and he was sure that he knew that guy better than any of them.

Because just three days ago, his cloud account suddenly malfunctioned, and nearly 3T of photos and videos were found, all about himself and a handsome young man named Batty.

At first, De Bruyne didn’t care and just flipped through them when he was bored.

but–

Soon he realized something was wrong.

The content of those photos and videos became more and more… He had no idea when he had ever had an intimate relationship with someone like that.

And the further he read, the more he came to a horrible conclusion – they were Manchester City teammates and Guardiola knew about them.

How ridiculous.

De Bruyne was in a state of panic.

What finally pulled him out?
The answer is still those extra photos and videos.

To be precise, they are the ones he filmed with Barty after winning the championship, witnessing their extraordinary achievement and the budding of their feelings – memory fragments.

“…I said that what happened last season would not happen again, and look, I did it…Yeah! Our first Champions League trophy…Oh yeah, now we are the quadruple champions!…Ha…Hand, hand, don’t bite too hard! There are also floats to participate, and…Hey! How do you want me to meet the fans?”

Judging from the jerseys they were wearing, it was probably during the 17-18 season.

Who was the Champions League champion at that time?

It seems to be Real Madrid.

That’s right, Real Madrid, which won three consecutive Champions League titles.

But in that world, this record no longer exists and Manchester City reached the top of the Champions League.

De Bruyne watched the video of less than 10 minutes over and over again. At first, he was still looking at the Champions League trophy in his hand, but somehow, later on, he found that his attention began to focus on the boy with a flamboyant face.

Well, forgive him for calling him a boy. After all, compared with many other memory fragments, Batty at this time was as green as a child.

In addition to these beautiful clips, De Bruyne also has some videos of him and Batistuta having cold wars, quarrels, and even fights. (Of course, some of the fight videos ended up on… ahem.)
Not long after, he found a surveillance video of his home (his home in another world), which showed that one night, Batty, who was arguing with him, secretly ran to his house and tried to take away the little black cat that witnessed their relationship.

Haha, what a cute behavior.

De Bruyne looked at Batistuta, who was stuck on the window and obviously lacking in confidence but still insisting on being tough, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an uncontrollable smile.

Putting down his phone, the Belgian midfielder leaned back on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

He suddenly wanted to meet the little king of Manchester City, whom he loved and hated and could not let go of.

At the same time, there is a player who has the same experience as De Bruyne, and he also has many more memories of Batistuta in his cloud.

On the plane, Neymar held a tablet and watched over and over again the celebration video on his mobile phone, which was shot by himself in another world after the 2022 World Cup final.

In the video, in addition to the World Cup trophy that he had been longing for, there was also a young man who made him willing to step down and personally help him secure the position of Brazilian captain.

And just half a day ago, he had just completed another six-year relationship with the other person through those photos and videos.

“Stop looking at it, brother. You’ve been looking at it for a few days.”

Neymar looked up into his sister’s concerned eyes.

He wanted to see the world of the six-star Brazilian team, and at the same time, he also wanted to meet Batistuta, who had helped him build the dynasty.

Of course, in addition to them, there were also several other people whose clouds were disrupted.

For example, there is a certain French turtle that is currently entangled with Paris.

And there is a certain Rothschild heir who did not play football but was making great strides in politics. The content in his cloud is more than that of the above people combined.

In the office, the red-haired heir fell into deep thought as he looked at the screen filled with collected information about Batty, as well as his own and Batty’s fan fiction, fan videos, and another so-called ‘whitewashing plan’ he had formulated.

Is he so perverted in that world?

……

So, what is the person who is cared about by so many people doing now?

The answer is to do nothing.

At this moment, Batty was completely unaware of the chaos in the two worlds and the impact his existence had on so many people. He was wearing an oversized T-shirt (sponsored by another relative) and was nestling in his own arms. The two of them were squeezed on the sofa, eating the same bowl of ice cream and watching TV for entertainment.

“Damn it, without Dudu as a director, there wouldn’t be enough good works in this world.” He complained as he stuffed a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, and then stuffed another spoonful into the mouth of another self on his left shoulder, “Look at what this is, do you only watch crappy dramas? How did you survive?”

“Really? That’s a pity.” Batty in this world was not very interested in the great director. After all, it is always difficult for people to have positive, almost worshipful feelings towards people, things, and objects that have never existed.

What’s more, he has something more attractive right now.

Like this beautiful little thing in my arms.

Batty in this world still has doubts about his own story from another time and space, but does it matter whether the person in front of him is his own self in another world?
He doesn’t care at all.

In other words, there is nothing in this world that he cares about. He just lives his life in vain, without any goals or soul.

From a certain perspective, the arrival of Batty from another world has brought a different color to his life which was as peaceful as a stagnant pool of water.

God knows how long it had been since he’d touched a gun before this guy showed up.

Well, he just busted a gang three months ago that was trying to turn his studio into a drug den. He won’t say he’s the living/real John Wick, but he is.

Anyway-

He liked this self that fell from the sky.

There was nothing unreasonable about this. They were a perfect match, and he reasonably suspected that losing the man in front of him would be like losing a perfect bed partner and friend.

3 days, they only stayed together for about 3 days.

But enough, thought the Batty of this world, he had money, enough for them to live a good life, and judging by the other’s own terrible eating habits, there was no one better to feed.

Life in the future will definitely be wonderful.

During the day he goes to the studio to tattoo people, and his little pet and lover stays in the house, doing whatever she wants, going out for a walk, or messing around in the studio, flirting in front of the single customers, and then at night they go back to the room and make crazy sex.

As he thought about it, Batty of this world was suddenly full of expectations for the future.

“—open your mouth, or I’ll shove it up your nose.”

The voice in his arms rang out, and this world’s Batty came back to his senses, and obediently opened his mouth to accept the ice cream. Feeling the milky taste exploding in his mouth, he lowered his head, quietly, and used his eyes to invade the other self who was so close.

He was very grateful that the difference in the world allowed him to easily trap the other person in his arms. Looking down from his current angle, all the beautiful scenery was in full view, which easily reminded people of the madness of the past few days.

Suddenly, the T-shirt on Batty’s shoulders slipped off, revealing different tattoos from his neck to his shoulders.

Obviously, they make sense.

As tattoo artists, the Battys of this world couldn’t be more aware of this.

For some reason, he had a feeling that something of his own was being stamped upon by someone else, which made him furious, so without even thinking, he lowered his head and bit his other self’s shoulder hard.

“Hey!” Batty was startled and almost jumped up and spilled his ice cream, but the two strong arms around his waist made it almost impossible for him to move.

This is——

Ugh, damn.

Batty hated the feeling of being restrained.

He put the ice cream on the table and fought back. Remember what he said, even when facing a guy bigger than him, he was not afraid of fighting.

But.

After all, this is yourself.

It was difficult for Batti to attack someone who had the same face as him, so his resistance was just to break free from the other person’s arms, roll over and straddle him so that they were face to face.

“Are you a fucking dog?” Batty reached out and pinched the other’s jaw, scolding in a low voice. At the same time, he pulled open his collar, revealing many bite marks on his body.

Yes, this is not the first time.

“Why do you always bite me?” He looked into her eyes, used force in his hands, and pinched open her mouth for inspection. “It looks like there’s one more difference between us – you have a pair of sharper, harder-to-control canine teeth.”

Batty in this world said nothing, but just looked up and looked at him.

1 seconds, 2 seconds.

Then the native Batti lowered his eyes, actively avoided looking at him, lowered his head, first brushed the place where he had just bitten and left a bloody mark with the tip of his nose, and then gently gave him two kisses with his lips.

So Batty’s already weak anger was calmed down.

He reached out and held up the native’s face. Looking at his innocent face, how could he have the heart to blame him?

“Don’t bite me again,” Batty said. “If you do, I’ll give your thing a taste of being bitten, too.”

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and hit the neck of the native in front of him, exerting force on his waist, and suggestively touched the tip of the other person’s obviously agitated penis.

Batti in this world responded very cooperatively.

He raised his head and kissed the corner of his own mouth in another world. At the same time, he was not idle even though he was injured. He lifted up the thin T-shirt that belonged to him.

Batty followed his movements, and to ensure balance, he moved his hands from his shoulders to his chest. Through the cloth, he pinched the native’s chest muscles that were comparable to Captain America’s.

“what–“

Batty sighed.

They are obviously the same person, why is there such a big difference?

“I’ve done it with so many people, but this is the first time with myself.” The aboriginal joked and kissed the tattoo on Batty’s chest.

“Ha!” Batty sneered, “As if everyone is the same.”

“Then…” Batty in this world suddenly stopped all his movements and asked, “How many exes do you have?”

Batty counted on his fingers and then shook his head.

“Too many to count,” he said. “And I guess you do, too.”

The natives laughed.

“Of course,” he said, “but I’ve never had one that I’m addicted to like you.”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Let me see, you’re the first–well, I can’t remember the first person who has said that.”

The smile on the native’s face widened.

“I know there must be some fool who told you that.” He kissed her lips lightly, teasing her like a feather, but he refused to really kiss her. Batty took back the initiative and deliberately let his breath hit her lips.

“But you are different,” he said. “You are me.”

Their lips were very close.

But just before it touched——

“dong dong dong”

Someone knocked on the studio door and kept knocking.

“damn it.”

The natives didn’t want to pay any attention, but Batty suddenly had a great idea.

He rolled off himself and straightened his T-shirt, “I’ll go open it, how about that?”

“Huh? You?”

“Yeah.” Batty shrugged and gave a mischievous grin. “I wanted to see how your customers would react to me pretending to be you.”

Batty of this world thought about it and nodded.

He also wanted to know how everyone would react.

……

But neither of them expected that the people outside the door were not customers, but reporters who had swarmed in following the online information and Batistuta’s photos.

When Batty opened the door, he was caught off guard and almost blinded by the flash.

“Hello, please…Oh damn! Where did you come from?!!!”

Batty was shocked and angry. He didn’t expect that he would be surrounded by reporters even after being thrown into a different world.

“Get away, get away!”

He wanted to close the door, but several reporters and cameramen had already positioned themselves there and blocked its way, so no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t close.

As we all know, when more than one unscrupulous journalist speaks at the same time, it is noisier than a duck farm.

Batty was given a headache by the noise and raised his middle finger facing the flash lights.

“Huh? No, that tattoo is wrong!”

A reporter seemed to have discovered something. He led everyone to look up and down at Batistuta at the door. Then they came to the conclusion that the person in front of them was not the tattoo artist Batistuta, but the football star Batistuta from another world whose popularity on the Internet has skyrocketed.

In an instant, reporters rushed in like crazy.

[Buddy! Buddy! Tell us how you came to this world! ! ]
[Do time-travel machines really exist? ? ]
[Are all your football achievements true? Did you really get the Grand Slam at the age of 24? ]

Oh, shit.
At this time, Batistuta’s mind was filled with countless swear words that needed to be censored.

But do you think that’s the worst?
No, no, worse is yet to come.

“Damn it, what happened?” With a Portuguese-accented greeting, tattoo artist Batty walked out from the inner room with a gun in his hand.

He heard noises outside, but he was obviously wrong, as he thought his other self had encountered a gang that was out to seek revenge.

As soon as he appeared, all the reporters in the audience saw him and Batistuta.

Some people still broadcast live.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the native rushed over, grabbed his wrist, and slammed the door shut with the threat of a gun. Then he dragged his other self into the place where he was least likely to be photographed, the bathroom behind his studio.

But this only slowed down the pace of people’s exploration.

Like the live broadcasts just now, the images have been spread and are fermenting on the global Internet at an alarming speed.

It’s over.

The world is in an uproar.

……

In the bathroom, two frightened people sat next to each other on the floor next to the bathtub.

They gasped for breath at first, and when they had caught their breath, they looked at each other.

Then, they all laughed out loud at the same time.

“I’ve never seen so many reporters and so many cameras.” The aboriginal took out a cigarette box and a lighter from his pocket and took a big puff. “It’s really crazy, isn’t it?”

Batty raised an eyebrow and answered with his eyes, then used his hands to fan himself to cool down.

It was only then that Batty in this world noticed that during the series of events that had just happened, he had only been wearing his T-shirt, with his straight and well-proportioned legs exposed.

The T-shirt was big and long, enough to cover his thighs, but when they started running—

I don’t know how much the guys behind saw.

The native blew out a smoke ring.

“You know what’s even crazier?” he said. “What’s even crazier is that even in this shit, the first thing I want to do is to continue the kiss we just interrupted.”

Batty was surprised for a moment.

But soon, he thought about what had happened in recent days and became somewhat self-destructive.

It has come to this anyway.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Come on, why not.”

……

Just as the two people in the bathroom were kissing passionately, the door that brought Batty in quietly opened behind them.

“I knew you couldn’t help it.”

Edmundo’s voice made Batty bounce up from his other self like a spring, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

“You’re here!”

“Hmm.” The director leaned against the door, swinging his feet leisurely, “Don’t worry, everything has been resolved. The two winged guys have gone back to their father to be punished.”

After saying this, he lowered his head and met the eyes of Batti, the native of this world.

“Are you his godfather? The living legend?”

“It’s me.” The great director accepted the title without any modesty, and he raised his chin to gesture to his godson in this world.

“Are you going to take him away?”

“Yes.”

Batty raised his head and then lowered it.

This development was not what he had expected. It was a good thing that he could go back, but this world and him in this world, and – he suddenly realized what scene his godfather had just discovered, and quickly looked away.

Edmundo noticed his godson’s discomfort and smiled.

“It’s no big deal.” He said, “I guessed that you two got together, although it was because of this that the two worlds began to intersect, but – it’s not a big problem.”

Batty raised his head again: “You mean, those reporters and the internet… it’s all our fault.”

“Yes, but dear, I repeat, it’s no big deal.” Edmundo took out a pocket watch from his pocket and played with it. “Look, this is what God gave me to fix all the known chaos. Now I can do it like in “Men in Black”, boom, erase people’s memory of this incident.”

The natives looked up.

“Of course, not including yours.” Edmundo smiled at him, “Don’t worry, I hate Titanic-style tragedies, so after I deal with these messes, you can continue your trysts and go to anyone’s world.”

Batty didn’t know what to say.

But compared to him, the natives of this world were obviously well-received. He nodded to the director, then pulled Batty into his arms and gave him a deep French kiss in front of his godfather.

3 minute later.

The native let go of his other self, whose brain was obviously frozen, and waved.

“Go ahead, see you later, don’t forget me.”

……

So Batti returned to the original world.

What was waiting for him was an online world that had already been thrown into chaos and nearly four digits of missed calls on his cell phone.

Obviously, even if he came back, he wouldn’t be able to live a leisurely life.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I can’t believe it. It turns out that what I saw before was true. What was said in the forum is also true. There really is a parallel world!”

Batty was weakly curled up on the sofa. After he came back, he told his two friends about how he was thrown into another world. Loach was taking care of him, while Qiao Lin was very excited about what happened in the few days he disappeared. Of course, what she cared about most was the gossip between Batty and himself in another world.

“Bati, I really don’t know what to say. You know, I was planning to write some Narcissus stories, but you turned it into reality.” Qiao Lin grabbed her friend’s arm and shook it violently. “What do you mean by official forced homosexuality? You are really good at it!”

Batty: …

“Come on, boss!” Niuqiu pushed Qiaolin away. “Although the parallel world is incredible, but there are less than 3 days before the Champions League. You have to get into shape, boss!”

Batty raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

“You know, Loach, in that world you are the current boss of the group. It would be a waste of your talent if you follow me,” he said.

loach:!
Loach (sweating like crazy): “You have to believe me, boss!”

“Hmph, and you.” Batty glanced at Qiao Lin, “Over there, you are not my friend either. You are my enemy, the number one killer under the group boss Loach, nicknamed Ghost.”

Qiaolin finally stopped talking about her fan fiction.

She blinked at Buddy, as if to confirm, and Buddy nodded seriously.

“Wow, that’s really–cool!”

Batty: …

The light-haired young man hid half of his face in his clothes: “I don’t want to talk to you, go away.”

“Oh, poor kid.” Qiao Lin squeezed out two crocodile tears. “But seriously, Barty, you have to think about what to do. The game is about to start. You can’t play like this. Who will care about the game then, right?”

Tsk tsk.

This is true.

But what to do?
Of course, we can ask the almighty Godfather for help.

……

Later that day, Batty secretly went to his godfather to ask what to do, and he got bad news. The damn space-time chaos would take a while to be repaired.

Until then, he’ll have to endure the attention.

Batty looked at the Godfather with hopeful eyes: “Is there no other way?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, no.” The director touched his godson’s cheek, “It’s because I’m not a professional. This job used to be done by the little wings.”

Batty lowered his head in frustration.

“but–“

“But what? Is there a way?”

“Oh, no, no.” The director shook his head, “I just thought of a way to make you feel better.”

“any solution?”

“Have I ever told you that when God created the world, he created more than 3,000 of them?” Edmundo said, raising an eyebrow. “So, Buddy baby, do you want to come and play with me while the world is being repaired?”

Have fun?

“Hmm, there are so many worlds, cyberpunk, medieval, wasteland, aren’t you curious about what you look like in those worlds?”

Barty felt his tongue tied.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but he was really, a little curious about those worlds his godfather had told him about.

Yes, just a little curious.

“Dudu, I—”

Before he could finish, the director opened the mysterious door of space, grabbed Batty’s wrist, and jumped into the unknown world with him.

“Let’s go and play.”

(End of this chapter)