章 115: Starting As A Six-Year-Old Orphan In A Run-Down Orphanage With Nothing But Simulation Talents

Linsley scanned the room, his purple eyes taking in the malnourished children scattered around the small, cramped space. They were fast asleep, their frail bodies curled up in tattered blankets.

The air was heavy with the scent of damp wood and stale air, mingling with the faint sound of their breathing. The walls were cracked, with patches of peeling paint and the occasional creak from the wind outside. A cold draft slipped through the gaps in the window, sending a chill through the room.

"Great," Linsley muttered again, more to himself than anyone else. "Looks like I'll have to start from the bottom…"

He sat up, stretching his small, undernourished limbs, and tested whether his powers from the Avatar World still worked in this new place.

Closing his eyes, he attempted to summon his Invisible Providence avatar, the familiar rush of power he had always felt when calling upon it.

Nothing.