Return to the Other World

Another day has passed.

Thanks to the powerful and efficient logistics system of modern society, all the large and small items that Kang De ordered from Taobao have been delivered. Some were immediately Fantasy Grand Construction, while others were carefully packed.

All the fragments, finished products, and props were sent to the White Mist World.

It was not only a source of supplies and weapons, but also a natural storage and transit hub.

Therefore, all preparations have been completed.

I've bought everything I needed, unlocked all the maps I needed, and gotten the weapons I wanted.

He didn't need to think about how to confess; his observant and intelligent Old Wang, had already guessed the truth about his time travel. This childhood sweetheart was sometimes just too clever for his own good.

He also made a final phone call to his parents.

Old Wang also agreed to help cover it up when the time came.

I'd also like to ask Xiaoman to keep an eye on some things.

In other words, everything has been taken care of.

It's time to go back.

"I won't say goodbye when I leave; I'll sneak away."

--Although the sound and light effects that pass through you will definitely stun you.

"Get out of here, don't say hello, or I'll feel uncomfortable... doing this kind of thing alone."

--I don't want to be targeted by the Main God for seeing something like this.

"What? You want to go too? No way, at least not now."

--The other world is still too dangerous for you.

"I don't want to go to such a dangerous place! Unless you protect me."

--Who wants to be a reincarnator? Unless... a Tier 4 daddy! Give me god-tier gear and carry me to victory!

Previously, something like this conversation probably took place.

They were still talking at cross purposes, on completely different wavelengths, yet they could communicate perfectly and understand each other perfectly. Their true intentions were never misunderstood; they both knew each other's feelings, and that was enough.

Another morning, Xiaoman woke up and realized something.

I got up, got dressed, went out, arrived at Kang De's house, knocked on the door, but received no answer.

Take the key and open the door.

The whole house has been cleaned spotlessly.

She bit her lip and went to the living room. There were three boxes and a piece of paper on the table.

"I'm leaving. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. There's gold in the leftmost box; you can do whatever you want with it as payment for the room."

The girl opened the box, and sure enough, inside was a huge piece of gold, perfectly square. Gold circulating on Earth all has its own mark, shape, and record, and only the legendary Main God Space could exchange for such an obsessive-compulsive square gold cube.

Xiaoman glanced at it, then closed the box, showing no interest in its weight or value.

"There's a little gift for you in the middle box. Don't get too excited when you see it; we actually have plenty of those kinds of things. Whatever you want, I'll try to get it for you later, but it's best not to let anyone else find out..."

She opened the box and saw a watch on top.

As a die-hard Conan x Ai fan, she immediately recognized the tranquilizer watch on that elementary school student's wristwatch.

A thought struck her, and she picked up her watch, noticing a card underneath.

"It's the real deal! You can activate it just by following the instructions in the comic. Unbelievable, right? Surprised? Can you guess how I did it? Hahahahahaha..."

This is how it was written, and the sense of pride is palpable on the page.

"Idiot, you've even gone to the world of Detective Conan?" Xiaoman muttered. "You didn't kill Conan, did you? Or did you force Professor Agasa to work for you?"

She turned the card over; on the back were words. "... Of course, this one, like the original, can only fire one shot at a time. The awkward thing is, it doesn't come with any ammunition, so I had to get a few extra for you to use in self-defense if necessary—though I hope that moment never comes."

Sure enough, there were two more in the box.

"... cut."

Xiaoman scoffed, "So you got it from the exchange list, really..."

Inside the box were some jewelry, a short sword, and several bottles of liquid, each with its own instruction manual. Old Wang glanced at them but didn't see any of the "plot items" she was familiar with, so she closed the box temporarily.

"Don't open the third box. Wait a very long time until I haven't come back, until you can no longer hide it from my parents, then open it. Everything is inside."

The paper turned into a ball in the girl's hand.

"Idiot, moron, bastard."

With red-rimmed eyes, she muttered under her breath, "Serves you right for being so impulsive. Couldn't you have just clicked 'no'...?"

The girl walked step by step into the bedroom, opened the door, and saw that the bed was neatly made and the air was fresh.

The person is no longer here.

Her childhood sweetheart has passed away.

"... That was close."

In the White Mist World, Kang De sat up in bed and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I almost didn't finish sweeping the floor, and I almost bumped into Old Wang..."

He sat on the bed, remained silent for a moment, slowly exhaled, and patted his cheeks.

"Alright, alright, cheer up."

"It's time to go."

"It's time to go back."

He muttered to himself.

This decision was not easy to make.

He once thought he had lost everything, but in the end he regained it all. After only a few days at home, he had to return to another world to begin a new journey... Only he himself knew how much reluctance he felt.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoman. If I don't go back and do these things, my conscience will never be at peace... I will feel guilty."

"So, I'll be going now."

He stood up and put on the Templar Armor he had brought over yesterday, along with his sword, cloak, secondary weapon, and hidden potion compartment. This set of armor was exquisitely crafted, a top choice in terms of aesthetics, practicality, and functionality.

Then he went to the balcony and rappelled down.

We arrived at the tombstone Civilization.

--No, that's no longer a tombstone. The White Mist World has reset everything. Apart from the magical artifacts from another world, the tombstone that Kang De carved back then has disappeared. The exquisite Song Dynasty poems have returned, and only the knight's sword is still stuck there, waiting for Kang De.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Kang De picked up the knight's sword and placed it in the hilt slot on his back.

The Death-Banisher Greatsword was held at his waist and side.

Earthlings donned the unicorn helmets.

He planned to return to the other world in this manner.

Although I've already prepared and enchanted a Humvee, and it's ready to drive out right away.

However, Glittering Sand Manor had been razed to the ground. As time passed and the news spread, Glittering Sand was now mostly filled with spies and lookouts from all sides. Meanwhile, the townspeople scattered and fled. The terrifying legends about the Cathay Demon must have circulated like owls in the surrounding villages and towns.

In this situation, driving an enchanted and modified Humvee at breakneck speed, belching exhaust fumes, would be far too conspicuous, too ostentatious, and too arrogant—almost like running wild with a red name (indicating a high risk of being intoxicated).

The knight, dressed as an honest and reliable figure radiating holy light, is especially safer with his face hidden by a full-face helmet, and can also gather information.

So let's do it this way.

He flicked the hilt of the longsword on his back. "Time to set off."

The halo shattered, the portal opened, and Kang De stepped into another world.

Heaven and earth were overturned, the world changed color, as if traversing an infinite and eternal distance.

Until your feet touch solid ground.

Kang De gazed intently around. Good. There was no camp, no newly appointed viscounts or high-ranking officials from the empire. He wasn't being forcefully surrounded by a group of otherworldly beings. Good.

And this place is undoubtedly Glittering Sand Manor.

The ruins.

The earth beneath my feet was still scorched black, yet to regain its vitality. The raging Flame of that night had destroyed everything—all people, all wealth, all dreams, all fantasies.

Kang De sighed silently.

This is a place he will never forget.

Everything that day is etched in my memory.

One night of despair, one night of madness, one night of growth.

He lost so much here, so very much.

"... The bodies are all gone."

That's normal, they've probably toned it down, it doesn't matter.

Just as he said when he left, he had severed all ties with the Good Family.

He shook his head, turned and left, intending to find someone to ask about the situation.

Just then, he heard a noise from behind. He turned around and saw a dozen or so people approaching from the other side of the road. They were men and women, and their weapons varied. They looked like a mercenary group.

When they saw Kang De, they were taken aback and instinctively raised their weapons, but when they saw Kang De's radiant and righteous attire, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The leader, a burly man carrying a heavy sword, immediately raised his hand to stop his companion. He then took a few steps forward, empty-handed, and loudly proclaimed, "No offense intended, Your Excellency, Knight. I am Weir. May I ask what brings you here, and is there anything we can do to help?"

Kang De replied, "I heard that the Glittering Sand Viscounty was destroyed by a terrible force, so I came to investigate and search, to see if I could find any trace of evil. And who are you?"

Weir said cheerfully, "We lowly mercenaries are just trying to earn a living for our wages. Our employer ordered us to keep an eye on Glittering Sand's whereabouts, so we've been keeping watch here. Now that our contract is up, we can finally head home. We packed up our tents yesterday, and today we're just doing a final check."

Kang De glanced at the two large carts they were driving and nodded. "Well then, farewell."

The mercenary leader said, "Where is your lord knight going? If you don't mind, we can escort you the way in exchange for your protection; this does not violate a knight's commandment."

Kang De glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Never mind, it's not on my way."

Weir then earnestly said, "Knights search for evil forces. Although we are of limited ability and cannot help, we can offer our observations from these past few days free of charge. Please allow us."

Kang De sighed silently.

Then he strode towards the other person.

Weir bowed respectfully to greet him, and as he approached, he said humbly, "Many strange things have happened these past few days, too numerous to recount at once. Please be patient. First, we must begin with the Zhen Dan Cathay, nicknamed the Joker, who destroyed Glittering Sand. Legend has it that he..."

At that moment, Weir showed a look of utter horror.

He looked behind Kang De and exclaimed in horror, "The Joker!"

Kang De whirled around, but the next moment, a dark light appeared in Weir's eyes, and a Shadow suddenly rose, enveloping Kang De's helmet. He threw a punch, his Dou Qi surging, and roared, "Attack!"

Kang De raised his arms to block, but was knocked back by a punch. The next moment, four claws had already grabbed his hands and feet. A shadowy figure flashed over, deftly took the Death-Banisher Greatsword from his waist, and then gracefully flew away, revealing a smug and mocking look in his eyes.

At the same time, Weir, having drawn his greatsword, charged forward excitedly, roaring, "I recognize this armor! Viscount Samuel bought it at auction! That means he's the Joker! Take him down! Steal the Good Family's treasure, then claim the bounty with him—we'll make double!"

Upon hearing this, the companions, who had been somewhat bewildered but had followed suit, suddenly understood and all showed excited expressions, especially the thief.

He clung to the greatsword, refusing to let go, and even felt a pang of regret—why didn't I seize the opportunity to stab him when he was so weak? Perhaps I would have gotten the biggest credit!

But then, the thief felt a chill run down his spine.

He was horrified to discover that as he dodged and retreated, the Cathayan was also turning his head to look at him; he could even see the piercing gaze behind the gaps in his armor.

But... he was clearly affected by the captain's visual obstruction spell, how could this be...?

The next moment, the thief's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because the hooks that had been gripping the opponent's limbs crumbled and disappeared... Yes, they vanished into thin air.

He saw the once-mobile Cathayan pull something from his lower back and point it at him. The thing was strange; it had a perfectly round black hole in the center...

"Bang."

Amidst a deafening explosion, the skull of the still-running, bewildered thief suddenly burst open, crimson flames scorching his brains and splattering them everywhere. The corpse continued running until it collapsed to the ground.

Weir was initially startled, but remained calm under pressure and shouted, "He's alone! Keep going! This spell can't be used multiple times. Keep him occupied and don't let him get the sword!"

Kang De sheathed his pistol, then suddenly flung his cloak and drew two fire axes from behind his back. He channeled his fighting Dou Qi into them, and the Element flowed freely. In addition to sharpness and Flame, new sacred runes were added. The two axes shone brightly, and the intense radiance gathered into a vortex. With Shi Potian, he suddenly attacked!

Two flying axes, one after the other, slashed at Weir, who was charging with his sword. He was taken aback and mustered his fighting spirit to block with Dou Qi sword, but a terrifying force like an overturned tidal wave pressed down on him, striking him twice in succession, sending him flying into the air and crashing backward!

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he fainted.

With his Dou Qi energized, Kang De leaped forward and charged into the enemy ranks.

Surrounded by the enemy, he drew two pistols.

When Weir groggily awoke again, he heard his companion's dying screams.

There was also someone else's rambling.

"So, people from other worlds are just stupid."

"I clearly didn't want to kill anyone today; after all, it's the first day, I should at least restrain myself."

"We were already thinking of letting you off the hook."

"You're still rushing up here to die."

"However, it reminded me that there's something wrong with this armor; it needs to be fixed."

Weir slowly opened his eyes and saw his teammates lying on the ground, some already dead, some still struggling in pain, while the Cathayan, the knight-dressed fellow, wielded his sword and stabbed them one by one, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, male or female, or whether they pleaded for mercy.

"But speaking of which, I've come to somewhat like your other world."

"Human relationships are simpler, and people's hearts are simpler too. What you want to do is written all over your face. You fight if you want to fight, and you die if you want to die. How straightforward! There are many ways to solve problems, but everyone likes the most efficient one... Of course, I like it too."

Weir saw the Cathayan, after killing the last survivor, flick the hilt of the longsword on his back, as if he were talking to an unseen ghost.

"This time I returned alone, facing the unknown future once again, but I am not afraid, nor do I hesitate. I am able to have this state of mind, and I still have to thank you for your companionship... That's why I brought you with me. You remind me of the price I paid for my naivety and gullibility. Therefore, I will never make the same mistakes again, never be gullible, and never underestimate anything."

"After all, only a fool would underestimate the enemy."

Right?

Kang De approached Weir, who was feigning unconsciousness.

"Mr. Weir, thank you for the warm-up program. I'm quickly getting into the swing of things and ready to immerse myself in your primitive, crude, barbaric, and insidious exciting games."

He gave a gentle smile.

"Now, it's your turn."

The cunning mercenary leader could no longer suppress his fear.

He opened his eyes, wailing and pleading loudly...

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PS1: 4500 words, time for bed...