Meanwhile, the human world, New Orleans, and a certain place on the outskirts of the city, overlooking tall buildings and skyscrapers, two people were sitting in front of a fast food bar talking about the present times and what is true evil in the present times.

The first interlocutor was a twenty-year-old man with short blond hair and brown eyes, usually wearing colorful shirts with fruit elements and brown pants and black sneakers. he is half Polish, half Spaniard after his father, and his name is Carlos Kozlowski, he was a very funny man and full of positive attitude to everything, he felt sorry for everyone around him, knowing a certain truth about the human world and people, living his own world, and his interlocutor thirty-year-old Malinowski, who never revealed his name, considering it too stupid and funny, he was a rather gloomy, angry man, half Swedish, half Polish, has fair skin and black hair and green eyes, usually wears a red shirt and brown trousers .

It was strange that the two of them were good friends, that they were now sitting at the same table belching for burgers and talking like friends since they were so different, but there were a few things that united them, the first being that they were half Polish, the second element was their view of the world and the third and final element was the notion of what was the real evil of the world.

So today, in the midst of everyday life, when the inhabitants, tourists and everyone were busy with their daily affairs that Saturday, Carlos Kozlowski and Malinowski stared at the view first, Carlos with a note of joy mixed with regret, while Malinowski only with regret, fury and mixed feeling guilty inside.

- always the same, this world so blind in its own way, these everyday life, it's all so boring, and everything focused on one thing, making money, and why all that, wealth is not given to them forever, they believe only in lies and nothing more. Carlos said, leaning his elbows on the table, slightly crushing his shirt with bananas, citrus and apples.

- as you said it, a lie yes. Malinowski said, turning his green eyes to three businessmen in shirts and black suit pants walking by.

- exactly, they constantly strive for wealth, power, but don't they see that it is not given forever and yet they still follow lies, destroy others, and so the whole world is a slave, not money but lies. Carlos said with a hint of regret.

- themselves to blame, but I see something else, maybe a lie has its two cents here, but the worst thing here is fear, it is the beginning of all that is bad, it is fear that pushes people to the worst, always fear.

- fear, I've never looked at it that way, but if that's the case, it's interesting, but not everything is lost, there are still dreams, lately there are more of them, more choices, something seems to have moved. Carlos said.

- maybe there is something, but it doesn't change anything anyway, but does it take a madman like me to see it.

- and I. Carlos said, starting to laugh, and Kozlowski's laughter spread to Malinowski.

Both Carlos Kozlowski and Malinowski stood out among all with their dogmas, a hint of madness, seeing the truth, and what the world around them looks like, but in all this there was also the truth that something moved, more dreams and choices, but he didn't know where it came, it does not change the fact that the world was in its way monotonous, full of the same race for power and money and everything started by fear and ended with a lie, this is how the two interlocutors saw it, conducting a conversation on a topic known only to them.

- just out of curiosity, Carlos, what are you going to do today, maybe you'll finally invite some girl on a date, see how many of these nice girls are walking around freely. Malinowski said, pointing with his eyes to the three young blondes who were walking close but Carlos looked away for a moment then his brown eyes fixed solely on the wooden table.

- I can't fall in love, not here.

- where.

- I can't feel it here but in my own world, I prefer to live in an imaginary world in which I constructed a long time ago, I love playing games, watching movies and cartoons, what I can't find here I find there, sometimes it seems to me that this world it's just an illusion. Carlos said taking a deep breath in and out, looking around at the whole world around him.

- It seems to me that you drifted off a bit too much, Carlos, I'll be honest, you're a bit unreal, you can't live in dreams and your own world all the time. Malinowski said, but he quickly fell silent himself because he also knew the truth about everything that surrounded him, the truth of fear.

- actually you're right, what good can be from love that is born of fear, everyone around is so normally abnormal, and we are abnormally normal.

- crazy.

- Exactly. Malinowski said smiling, but only for a moment.

- Just out of curiosity, tell me if you've ever been in love. Carlos asked.

- where are the burgers?. Malinowski said as he leaned out of his seat, watching a girl in a white suit come out serving three hot dogs to customers sitting close by.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't. Carlos said avoiding looking into his friend's eyes.

- no, nothing happened, I wasn't in love, I never found the one, and maybe it's better because love is born of fear and ends up like you always say it with a lie. Malinowski said as he straightened his red shirt.

- yes there is something about it ends up being a lie but you can't stop believing, just because we're free doesn't mean we won't feel something, except that I can only find it in my own world.

- maybe you're right Carlos, but I know mine there is no true love these days, there is no!, you need madness here, besides I don't want to be a bad father and husband, as my mother was for me!. Malinowski said, and when the word Mother was uttered, flames of rage were visible in Malinowski's green eyes.

Malinowski never hid that he felt deep regret and even hatred for his own mother, for everything she had done to him, for the constant nickname for everything, for the beatings and psychological harassment when Malinowski became an adult, now it came back again and multiplied, his hands clenched in a firm grip as well as teeth, and the brow under the black hair wrinkled showing real anger, but everything also hit Malinowski himself because with this he defeated himself, countering each other, countering his own counters, striking himself often when he was angry.

- tell me, Carlos, how would you feel if your mother told you all your life that you were a moron, dummy, ignorant, moron, how would you feel if your mother told you that one cripple and nothing will come out of your first job in your life, until today, in spite of her words, I work as a courier in a courier company, what would you do. Malinowski asked, and Carlos didn't have to wait long for the answer.

- I would feel sorry for her as well as my father who ran away from my mother as soon as he heard that I was on my way.

- Carlos, and you still feel sorry for that Spanish coward.

- why not, I pity him because as you said it, he got scared because he succumbed to a lie, and if he did anything else, he would also be a slave to it.

- there is something in it, but it still does not justify them, no. Malinowski said when a big smile suddenly appeared on his face remembering what he did when he became independent.

What are you so happy about, what happened?. Carlos asked.

- and what I did when I moved out, I got my revenge on my mother, told her to her face everything I thought about her and left my house, ha ha ha. Malinowski laughed out loud, not paying attention to the delays, his humor never weakened even more now when he remembered his greatest success and revenge on the degenerate mother.

- but enough about what you're doing today, Carlos, today is your day off right.

- well, today is my day off, which is a pity because I like my job, I love repairing bicycles, but I also love to ride them, today I will go outside the city, in front of the city I will stand on a hill and look at the stars, the vastness of space, free space because only there is no such thing as fear, lies and enslaved nature, or destiny that is also a slave to it, there I find the most beautiful of dreams, there I find the truth. Carlos said, his brown eyes watching the city, the sky with a great flash of today's plans.

- you really are still a little kid, games, movies, dreams and truth, but that's what makes you a free, innocent madman. Malinowski said.

- and you, what makes you free. Carlos asked.

It was then that he saw a sudden flash in Malinowski's eyes, a flame he had never seen before, and it wasn't about his question but a sudden cry and scream, on the other side of a small street, a blonde woman in green pants and a T-shirt was dragging and raising her hand to her seven-year-old son who he got his due because an ice scoop accidentally slipped from his horn, it was one of the moments when Malinowski countered his own counter, angrily got up from the table and walked across the street, not paying attention to cars or people, he approached the angry woman and grabbed her by the right hand twisting it.

The woman immediately released her son and squealed so that everyone looked at her, but that didn't stop the angry man who still had fire in his eyes.

- Leave me alone, police.

- and call the police, call, and I will gladly tell them how you are mistreating this poor child, and for what, because he accidentally dropped a knob on the ice, for this!, for such a small thing as you can. Malinowski shouted, hissing with every word full of anger and rage, and at first the woman was breaking free, until she froze for a moment when she met the fiery man and his truly deadly gaze.

- please leave me, I am a mother and I know what is best for my son, I know how to bring up children.

- Yes, my mother knew too.

- Apparently not, because she didn't raise you properly. The woman said firmly and dryly but suddenly froze as Malinowski suddenly smiled in a strange way, like the Joker himself.

Malinowski suddenly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a couple of bruises from self-inflicted punches, and proceeded to strike extremely fast with words full of laughter and fury.

- my mother is just like you, always knows better, always a perfectionist, to strike, to destroy, to rot your son, to pillory him, tell me the truth, you're asking god to make your son do something wrong to discharge, my mother she was the same but she didn't know that her punches would finally give me pleasure, now I have to punch myself once in a while, and remember, children grow up and they can take revenge just like me!, so remember sick woman, keep on doing it, and know if I see you again abusing my son I will try to make the police, the media, the prosecutor's office, everyone know about it!. Malinowski screamed and the terrified mother backed up against the wall of the low building of the market.

Malinowski, seeing that he had tempered the angry mother, knelt on his right knee in front of the little blond boy, wiping tears from his face.

- don't be afraid, little boy, don't be afraid anymore, take it, eat what you want, candy bar, sheep, what you want. Malinowski said, handing the seven-year-old ten dollars, and then, again looking at the surprised mother with his deadly gaze, he crossed the street, adjusted his brown trousers and sat down at the common table where Carlos Kozlowski was still sitting.

Malinowski looked silently at his friend and Carlos smiled broadly then nodded.

- I already know what your strength is, truth, fight against fear and the evil world, I smear and see the truth, live my world away from it and you sit in this world and fight for something better, because you believe like me, fly like this Like me I guess you'll never find the one cause you'll always run away 'cause you don't want to be like this but when you believe you'll find the one. Carlos said.

- I guess so, but you probably will never find the one, because you can only find her here, in your head. said Malinowski, tapping his head and his black hair.

- and no, I can find the one, but only if the one is a part of my world, or will be like me, but there are very few madmen like us. Carlos said.

- and yet you don't see one. The waiter's voice suddenly spoke up, a man with gray hair, in a gray linen shirt and trousers, the gray man put two hamburgers on two plates to two customers, both Carlos Kozlowski and Malinowski looked at the gray man with great consideration.

- Meaning. Carlos asked.

- what are you talking about. Malinowski asked.

- and that you are right, fear is the beginning and a lie is the end, it's true, but come on, these two forces push a man to take ten steps in the wrong direction, a man takes as many as a hundred in that time, it's as if a man, consciously and unconsciously, deliberately and no, he did it all as if fear and lying were just a pretext here, and thus people will not be better, responsible, peaceful without fear and lies, maybe it would be a lesser evil, but still a man will go mostly on the wrong side, that's how I see it. Said the gray man and his words caused a shock in the minds of the two friends.

- boy, you're a bigger nut than we are. Carlos said surprised.

- I didn't think that something or someone would surprise me so much, but you did, yes. Malinowski said, returning the hamburger with a slightly trembling hand.

- I'm glad to hear that, really, but forgive me, my duties are rushing me, and remember, the choice is yours. Said the gray man leaving the table and disappearing somewhere behind the bar.

For a moment there was great consternation, reflection, everything was finally stopped by Carlos and Malinowski's stomachs rumbling.

- it's a bit strange, interesting, but what can we do, just fill our bellies and keep fighting. Malinowski said taking a big bite.

- dream, live my world, and look at the stars, today I will look at the stars. Carlos said biting into his hamburger.

So you're making your dreams come true.

- every day, and best of all, I will go there on my bike, look at the sky and get lost in my dreams, but first, today I have a marathon with my favorite game. Oh yes!. Carlos said.

When both friends ate their meal, making new plans for the coming days, on the other side, a bald man in black glasses, in a blue shirt and brown trousers sat drinking coffee on the other side of the cafe, watching the two friends vigilantly, the mysterious man held a device recording the entire conversation under the newspaper next to the coffee when the two friends dispersed in New Orleans, the mysterious man took off his glasses revealing his true face as a scientist from Detroit, as it turned out, it was scientist Hank, who, together with Stave, was researching a gold token to create a multiple portal to another world that was destroyed and picked up by a madman like Alex Kowalski, today the same scientist, finishing the observations of two people, grabbed the phone and turned off the recording device hidden under the newspaper, after everything turned on the phone and watched a video of New York, the only surviving evidence of the second teleportation and the image of the other person who he had gone to another world, it was Lucas Nowak, the second of the madmen, and now Hank had two more in his sights.

- if it's true, if as our analysts claim, token or their power finds madmen like Alex, Lucas, those two, especially Carlos Kozlowski, he will lead me to another token, interesting. Hank said to himself as he watched the only video showing how the opening portal allowed Lucas to go to another world.

- this time it was different, the portal revealed itself from another world, if so, observation will not help, but if Carlos finds a way to the next token, we will have a chance to renew our bright project, this time we will not make mistakes like in Detroit, no This time. Hank said, recalling those days when he and Stave were overpowered by three attackers, after which the last one, Alex Kowalski, using a gold token, moved to another world.

This time it was supposed to be different, this time Hank was supposed to surprise the enemy, attack by surprise, he was supposed to be the hunter, the conqueror, his bald head slightly wrinkled at the thought of the upcoming success, but caution made him quickly put on black glasses when his personal phone suddenly rang.

Picking up the phone, Hank saw a familiar number on the display, immediately answered the phone with great satisfaction and began to talk to his friend about the current new discovery, suspicion and chance to get a new token, a chance to renew their project.

- Hi Steve, listen, I tracked down two madmen, as our forensics and profiling psychologists said, one of them is very promising, a certain Carlos Kozlowski, they must be watched, Carlos and Malinowski, what a hello, what an asteroid. Hank said as he suddenly froze, but only for a moment, because with every word his friend said, his pupils dilated and his fingers trembled.

- as I said, Hank, a small asteroid is approaching the earth, it's fast but small, it will burn in the atmosphere but something will definitely break, what we can't destroy with flame, what will help us, you know what I mean. Steve said.

- token, but how. Hank said, standing up abruptly, Hank quickly put some change on the table, then headed on his way to his operations center in New Orleans.

- our sensors in orbit have detected power anomalies, only one can produce such a strong anomaly, token, it's definitely close to the next chosen one, and more importantly, it will fall somewhere over Orleans!. Steve shouted.

Hearing this, Hank let go of the phone and in a mad way trying to grab the phone in his hands, his thoughts even went crazy more than his nervous hands, when finally Hank grabbed the phone and, not paying attention to anyone, quickly put the phone to his ear again, listening to the latest information .

- this particle is heading over Orleans, I don't know where exactly it will fall, but you need to prepare for a quick search, I'm sending our services there. Said the wound up Steve.

- I know who will help us, one of the madmen, Carlos. Also said filmed Hank.

- Hank, you are sure that he will lead you to him.

- Steve, who else, yes I know, maybe I'm naive to believe something like this, that I think that lunatics like Lucas, Alex and today Carlos will lead us to the tokens but I'm sure, today I'm sure, besides I recorded the conversation and I know that today Carlos is planning to go out of town, it's like he's calling for a token and vice versa, call me crazy. Hank spoke before being interrupted by Steve, who was even more delighted despite his scientific skepticism.

- you know what, Hank, that it appeals to me, I should be a skeptic but you're really right, you need to follow this man, you'll take care of it personally because I won't make it, how many people do you have.

- six agents, that's enough.

- that's great, Hank, don't let us down, yourself, you have to get the token, this is the only chance to research portals again, to use them to populate other worlds, this is our great chance.

- I know, our chance, for everything!. Hank screamed and in his head, apart from the chance to colonize other worlds, something else appeared, like caramels on steroids, a vision of a great, stunning fortune, prestige, power, everything that bloomed today in the mind of a bald scientist in black glasses.

- and the other one, a certain Malinowski. Steve asked.

- before another agent happens, I kind of have them on my fork, but I'm sure Carlos Kozlowski is the one who will lead us to our great goal, he will lead us to the next token, and we will change the whole world, this will be our chance to reach stars and other worlds. Hank said loudly.

- Be quiet, someone will hear you. Said Steve, cooling his friend's enthusiasm.

- come on, everyone looks at me like I'm crazy, so we're safe. Hank said in a whisper.

Hank was right about this too, the people walking on both sides of the street looked at him rather as if he were crazy, there was even one young man who waved his finger in front of his head a few times, showing it to the scientist and making a stupid face, but this did not dampen the joy of the scientist who, after the past he was close to success again, the only problem that stood in his way today was Carlos himself, Hank and his men had to be quick, so as soon as Hank finished talking to his friend, he quickly made another phone call collecting at the Luxory Hotel where a quick meeting was to be held and then the action and observation of the selected two people, but above all the observation of the first one selected, which was Carlos Kozlowski. L Two new chosen ones have appeared on the great arena, Carlos Kozlowski and Mr. Malinowski, it seems that they will decide the fate of many, only the teacher knows, also known as the gray man, who with his mind defeated even their madness, in every in any case, the next move depends only on them, on Carlos Kozlowski and Mr. Malinowski, and those who follow them, mysterious scientists, known from the city of Detroit, where they created their portal with a golden token, as it turned out later, it led to the world of Equestria and was used by Alex Kowalski, now one of them, Hank fell on the trail of another of the madmen observed and it seems that their paths are tightly intertwined and all roads lead to another golden token that was created by an unknown creator, the one beyond all that spoke to Lucas in the world of Ray and Last Dragon and Alex in the world of Equestria, he spoke to two heroes, because everything is intertwined and the final result is not entirely predictable because everything ultimately lies in complete randomness and the choice of the chosen ones.

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This is how an ordinary person enters the road of dreams, an extraordinary road and secret agents, spies will follow in his footsteps, and there is only one goal