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"Eh... oh... I... fuck..."

Kang De stretched after waking up.

The sky was already beginning to lighten, and the time showed 5:40 in the morning, meaning he had slept for more than ten hours before finally waking up.

"It smells so good..."

He slept soundly and contentedly; it was the most restful sleep he had had in days.

Kang De stretched lazily, rolled around in bed a couple of times, and finally couldn't fall back asleep. He reluctantly got up, his stomach rumbling. He instinctively thought of using his ability to borrow something to eat from the White Mist World, but then he came to his senses and smiled wryly.

"If this continues, it will become a conditioned reflex... like randomly grabbing things from stores."

Kang De muttered to himself, opened the door to the living room, casually tidied his messy hair, and opened the refrigerator, remembering that there should be some food inside.

Upon opening the refrigerator door, he was taken aback.

The refrigerator was filled with neatly arranged foods such as milk, bread, ham, eggs, braised beef, and fruit, both inside and out, on the top, middle, and bottom shelves.

There was also a small card on the middle shelf.

Kang De picked it up and saw a line of neat handwriting written on it.

"You might as well starve to death! Why haven't you called me yet!"

Next to the character is a cartoonish drawing of a girl's face, her mouth puffed out, looking furious.

Kang De couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes. He took out his phone, glanced at the sky outside, and, considering Old Wang's usual routine, only edited one WeChat.

"I'm back."

After thinking about it, I added another one.

"This time you can stay a few more days."

After sending the message, Kang De mentally calculated the time: 5:40 AM Beijing. It should be a little after 10 PM on his mother's end. For most parents of his generation, this is already bedtime, because the gallbladder meridian is at its peak during this period, and it's important to nourish the yang energy.

However, Kang De's mother was always different.

He made the call, and sure enough, the call was answered instantly.

The voice on the other end was concise and urgent, tinged with worry. "Hello, what's wrong?"

Hearing his mother's familiar voice, Kang De felt a pang of sadness and smiled, "It's nothing, what are you doing?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, the furious lion roared and howled.

"Why are you bothering me? Need money? Wet the bed? Had a nightmare? Why are you calling now? You scared the hell out of me! What time is it where you are? Now I'm going to lose another hand! Spit it out! Get lost!"

Kang De opened his mouth slightly, perhaps because the role switch was too fast and he was having trouble adjusting.

In the other world, he is a thorn in the side of the Dusk Moon Dynasty, a thorn in the flesh of the Human Empire, the savior of Valentan, a newly emerging humanoid nuclear bomb, and a strategic weapon that intimidates the whole world.

But here, he's just an ordinary person, a spoiled brat.

He shook his head and said, "I got up really early today, guessing you weren't asleep yet, so I called. Playing games? How have you been lately? Want to finish this game first?"

"... What the hell am I supposed to play? I got matched with a bunch of jerks, the Africa is so bad, I tried to carry four people at once and I still got dragged down by my son. Fine, I'll just feed, I'm going to go play."

Kang De's mother's tone softened a bit. "What's wrong? It's only five or six o'clock in China, why are you up so early? Something on your mind? What, have you finally figured it out? Are you finally going to make your move on Xiaoman?"

Damn it, I somehow became a prince consort, it'll scare you to death if I told you.

Kang De took a bottle of milk, a bag of bread, a bag of ham sausages, and two packs of braised beef from the refrigerator. He went to the kitchen, got two large bowls, poured the milk into one bowl, and put the rest into the other.

Heat it in the microwave.

Amidst the hum of the microwave, he chuckled, "What are you thinking? I'm still a child."

Kang De's mother scoffed, "Pah! The child wouldn't hide in the corner of the cabinet where the modem is..."

"... shut up!"

Then, a triumphant laugh, like Phalanx of fire, came from the phone again.

Kang De rubbed his temples and sighed, "Anyway, everything's fine over there."

The mother replied, "It's all good, the natural environment is quite nice, and going out with rifles and machine guns is so exciting! As long as you pay, you can fire as many bullets as you want, it's much more fun than back home..."

She rambled on, saying, "The thing I'm most dissatisfied with is that I've been here for so long and haven't seen any robberies or gunfights. Basically, everyone runs away as soon as they see a gun..."

Nonsense.

They're just after money; who'd risk their life?

Kang De rolled his eyes and said, "Don't do anything reckless or seek thrills; this is no joke."

"Nonsense, I know what I'm doing—I'm your mother, what right do you have to lecture me? You little brat, you know this isn't a joke?"

Just by listening to the voice, you can imagine your mother's disdainful expression, yet a smile playing on her lips.

When their own children turn around and nag about their worries and lectures, parents, especially mothers, are probably mostly gratified and happy.

Kang De scoffed, "Yes, yes, you know, you're the only one who knows everything. I'm the only one who's naive, impulsive, and thrill-seeking, dreaming of racing cars, shooting, and killing people on the vast, untouched plains of sub- Africa, while you, old man, are cautious, restrained, and conservative, never doing anything unnecessary."

My mother was silent for a long time, then she pretended to cry and wailed, "What a tragedy! How did my son become so strange? I can't keep him! I'll get pregnant with a second child, and then I'll just throw this unfilial son out on the street!"

Kang De clicked his tongue and said, "Oh, you still want a second child? You've gone too far! At this age, it's like an old clam carrying a pearl. Aren't you afraid of giving birth to an idiot? When you're not looking, I'll grab that little brat by the feet and throw him into the water vat to drown him. That way, he won't have to fight me for the house and my inheritance later."

"Where did you learn such ruthlessness from? Your dad? He's a good-for-nothing, still trying to divide the inheritance, and now he's scheming against your parents even as they turn to die. What kind of skill is that?"

My mom chuckled on the phone, "Your Uncle Wang only has one daughter. If you win over Xiaoman, you can seize his Wang family's fortune and make that kid's life's work belong to the Kang family. You can skip thirty years of hard work, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Kang De was silent for a moment, then said, "Why didn't I hear anything?"

"Huh? What?"

"Thunder, oh right, Africa isn't in the Thunder God's territory."

"This son needs a good beating!" the mother said angrily. "You wait, I'll deal with you when I get home!"

Kang De, who had already taken two large bowls to the dining room to eat, was taken aback upon hearing this. He then switched to the calendar, glanced at it, and his expression immediately became complicated and melancholic.

He had been in the other world for over a year. Regardless of the time spent on the Holy Seal Archipelago, even just the time since arriving on the mainland, it had been a very long time, but for Earth, it was only a few days.

He has lost all sense of the passage of time on Earth.

Judging by the time, Mother should be back soon.

She is a teacher who went to Africa during her vacation, but school is about to start again.

In other words...

--I'm going back to school soon too.

The thought of this gave Kang De a sense of absurdity, as if the world had changed beyond recognition, and he was now capable of starting a world war, yet he was still a student.

A variety of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly asked, "When will you be back?"

The mother asked curiously, "Wasn't it already decided? Let me think... it seems to be in two weeks."

Kang De pondered for a moment, then exhaled slightly. His mother was back. Before the start of the school year, the two of them had spent every day together. How could he possibly hide his frequent disappearances to other worlds from her?

Moreover, people are constantly growing and changing. Recently, I have experienced several battles and killings, and both my temperament and personality have undergone tremendous changes. No one knows a child better than their mother, so how could she not see it?

But all those thoughts were fleeting.

These concerns can always be addressed, and it is a wonderful thing that the mother returned home from sub-Saharan Africa, where security is relatively chaotic and danger is relatively high, and that the family is reunited.

He hadn't seen his family for a very, very long time.

With this thought in mind, his heart surged with emotion, and he suddenly said, "... How about I go over there?"

My mom was startled and flatly refused. "What are you coming here for? The internet here is terrible, it's boring every day, the roads are bad, the infrastructure is poor, there's no good food, prices are high, there are tons of mosquitoes, and a lot of the locals are idiots [beep--], the security is terrible, coming here is super troublesome, you even have to get dozens of vaccines..."

She concluded, "Don't even think about it. You'll definitely regret it. I'm going back in a few days."

For Kang De, everything was fine except for the internet. Now, he was imbued with the aura of magical creatures, so not only mosquitoes but even Tyrannosaurus Rex wouldn't dare approach him. He also had an unlimited supply of resources from the White Mist World —even the internet wasn't a problem, because he could use the teleportation and positioning mechanism to return to China at any time, as long as his parents didn't find out.

So Kang De said softly, "Go see Dad."

"What's so interesting about him? Didn't we already video chat? He definitely won't let you come. He'll come back to visit his family during the Lunar New Year holiday, so we can see him then."

When this came up, Kang De's mother displayed the decisiveness of the head of the family, nipping Kang De's attempt in the bud. "Anyway, don't think about these nonsense things. You just haven't seen us for a while, so your childish mentality is acting up, and you want to ask your mom and dad for hugs."

She said confidently, "That's easy to handle. Just wait until your mother comes back and nags you for a few days, and I guarantee you'll revert to your rebellious self. Damn, I know you too well."

Kang De simply smiled.

His mother's words made him feel incredibly warm and comforted, which was what he longed for and needed most.

His mother still treated him like a child. After all, in her eyes, they had only been apart for a short time. Little did she know that fate was mysterious, and her son had grown into a decisive and ruthless hero. She wouldn't dare say he was omnipotent, but it wouldn't be wrong to say he was incredibly powerful.

Africa...

Amidst constant warfare, a mixture of ignorance and progress, the history of suffering has created a peculiar reality: the region remains a source of raw materials for the West and a bloody arena for intrigue. Warlord conflicts, coups, and massacres are commonplace.

The looting and vandalism of a US overseas base would undoubtedly cause a global shock and even escalate international tensions. However, the looting and burning of an arms depot belonging to a remote Africa chief would likely go unnoticed – those with the ability are too lazy to care, and those without the capacity are incapable of doing so.

What a beautiful place!

And there's another good point.

Compared to Southeast Asia and the Middle East, it's far less sensitive; like South America, it's a reassuring place.

So, regardless of whether his parents agree or not, he really needs to make a plan and find some time to go and see them.

The war on Goth's side was not yet over, and relying solely on his personal strategic deterrence felt somewhat unstable. The shock and tremor from the Elven schemes during the middle of the Battle of Valentan had not yet dissipated. Whatever he planned to do next, he needed an army.

He needs to carefully plan how much assistance Earth can provide him.

Especially after the new skills were released.

So he just gave a perfunctory reply, "Okay, okay, we'll talk about it when you get back."

There's a lot to say.

The call finally ended, and it was already broad daylight. The two large bowls of food in front of him had been eaten clean. Kang De stared at the phone on the table in silence.

Although I came back for vacation, I still feel overwhelmed and unable to sort things out.

When his mother returns, she will surely notice the changes and clues in him. He should tell her the truth, lest she worry.

The school situation is also troublesome. There's not much time left before the start of the semester. To be honest, with his current experience and life, going back to university is basically meaningless and a waste of time. He's already decided to do some things in another world, so even if he takes some time to return to Earth, he'll have plenty to do. Going to university, living in a dormitory, picking up campus beauties, and showing off to a bunch of naive college students is so low, so low.

But if I directly say I want to drop out of school... my parents will beat me to death.

To tell the two elderly people the truth, their son has transmigrated to another world and is currently fighting against the American Empire there. Not long ago, he used space-based weapons to wipe out five divisions of the third class, becoming a mobile human nuclear weapon—or rather, he should be expelled from school so they can beat him up.

... Grass.

Kang De scratched his head, looking rather resigned.

At worst, I can just tell them I've joined the Dragon Group and am saving the world.

Anyway, the enchantment Extraction, time acceleration, spatial teleportation, and many other superpowers are not fake, so I'm not afraid they won't believe me. As for the Dragon Group and the like—comrade, your level isn't high enough; you can't find out anything about them.

He picked up a piece of paper, started writing and drawing, listing all sorts of things he needed to do: buy a house, make money, rob, Dragon Group, big news... and then he realized that there were just as many things to do here as in the other world.

"Anyway, let's get some money to spend first..."

The newly added spatial skills are very useful, and he also instructed Hong San to sort out the spoils of the Battle of Valentan and find ways to acquire various magic scrolls, weapons and equipment. Now that he has fame, status, prestige and power, there are many more ways to obtain resources.

It's not entirely impossible to even borrow some money from the Federal Reserve's underground vaults.

As Kang De was deep in thought and planning, his phone suddenly vibrated. Kang De glanced at it, then grabbed it with lightning speed and immediately answered.

Both of them remained silent.

After a long while, Xiaoman finally said, "I went to visit my elders in another city with my parents... I won't be back for a few days, there's really no other way."

Although Kang De was disappointed, he said, "It's alright, there's still time, we can make it."

"Um."

Then silence returned.

After a while, Wang Xiaoman seemed to remember something. "How do you know Xie Guangjun? He asked me about you before, but you had already left by then, and I just gave him a perfunctory answer."

Xie Guangjun?

Kang De was taken aback at first, then he remembered the name the female ghost had written before she died.

As well as.

That stupid idiot made the phone call yesterday.

Young Master Xie...

"Young Master Xie" wants to buy that haunted house...

And they're going to double the price right away; it cost less than two million when I bought it, but they're asking for four million...

His eyes flickered as he pondered something, remaining silent for a moment.

Then, Xiaoman's voice rang out. "Kang De, you..."

His voice was filled with hesitation and unease, as if he was worried about something.

Kang De instinctively said, "It's alright, don't worry, he can't do anything to me..."

"..." Wang Xiaoman said quietly, "Who's worried about what he might do to you? I'm worried you'll beat him to death! This is a society governed by law, brother. Don't be so quick to seek revenge and run rampant in the city."

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PS1: The weather got hot again as soon as the typhoon passed. When will this ever end...?