Why Are People from Other Worlds So Awful?

The gaunt subordinate pushed the cleaning cart silently into the director's office.

The strong stench of blood hit him, making it hard to breathe. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at the figure sitting in the middle of the mess, covered in blood. He simply knelt down silently and began to pick up the scattered fragments of the hero.

After all that, it turns out I had to assemble it myself.

Dongli Cang, looking like a madman, slowly turned his eyes to his subordinates. After a moment of silence, he dragged his bleeding body step by step into the bathroom.

When he came out, the office had been completely renovated, with only a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.

Dongli Cang sat in the chair behind his desk, closing his eyes to ponder the "mage".

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful woman carrying a bowl of soup gracefully entered.

"Grown ups,"

Her voice was gentle:

"You must be tired. How about having a bowl of chicken soup to nourish yourself?"

Dongli Cang opened his eyes and watched her walk closer.

This is the older sister who was his neighbor when he was a child. She's exceptionally beautiful, though not on Beauty Ranking. They're also mutually attracted to each other, so... there shouldn't be any problem, right?

"Honey, I don't want to drink it, take it away."

The woman seemed not to hear her, took a few more steps forward, placed the soup bowl on the table, and her smile remained gentle.

"Sir, would you like a bowl of chicken soup?"

Dongli Cang's gaze suddenly sharpened as he swept over the gaunt subordinate standing respectfully to the side.

"Take the chicken away."

The subordinate was taken aback, his gaze shifting between the woman and the chicken soup in her hand, hesitant.

Dongli Cang: "..."

Subordinate. "..."

In the stalemate, the woman suddenly smiled sweetly. Instead of backing down, she gracefully squatted down, looked up at Dongli Cang, and parted her red lips slightly:

"Chief, you're not as powerful as the Mage!"

The gaunt subordinate silently cleaned up the fresh bloodstains once more, Dongli Cang went back into the bathroom.

When Dongli Cang came out for the second time, he saw his subordinates setting up a screen with a projector next to it. A very ominous premonition gripped his weakness:

"What are you doing?"

"Chief, this is your home's surveillance footage. The Master instructed me to show it to you." The subordinate's voice was calm.

My home?

"It's the surveillance footage from that villa area."

After the subordinate finished speaking, the playback began immediately.

Before it even got started, the emaciated subordinate was electrocuted into a charred corpse by Dongli Cang.

Picking up the remote from the ground, Dongli Cang began flipping through the pages expressionlessly until his eyes welled up with tears.

Everyone... everything... was destroyed.

This was the first time Dongli Cang had seen so many different types of sharp-tongued people, including some who didn't speak the local language.

We've been tricked by people from another world!

That bastard mage ruined everything I had!

The beast within roared madly, and the lightning around him went completely out of control, exploding with a deafening roar!

The top floor of the Superpower Management Bureau headquarters collapsed at that moment, and towering lightning and roaring sounds spread in Four Directions.

The man standing on the platform looked around, raised his hand to adjust his green hat, and his legs trembled slightly.

Will it be useful?

Will he believe it?

Will His Majesty's plan work?

He suddenly remembered the book he had secretly shipped a few days ago, which he had already destroyed—"His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Yong Teaches You How to Manage Your Mindset."

As the lightning approached from afar, the man forced himself to steady himself, raised his hand, and roared with all his might:

"Preparation!"

Dongli Cang flew to the villa area with bloodshot eyes, only to find that there was no one there.

Where did they go?

His gaze was drawn to the dark mass of people and the eerie commotion in the distant square.

Flying closer.

In just one glance, the crimson in his eyes instantly turned into a deep scarlet, almost dripping blood!

In broad daylight! Under the clear sky!

More than a thousand men...

This is outrageous!!

"To our 'great' savior!"

The man on the high platform shouted hoarsely, placing his hands above his head.

"With the utmost respect!"

The next moment, everyone in the square stopped what they were doing, and in unison, they yanked off their hats, creating a deafening roar:

"Director Dongli! Otherworldly mage, I salute you!"

More than a thousand bright green hats, like snowflakes falling from the sky, rushed towards him, showering him with them...

"System!! Tell me! Where is that bastard?!"

Dongli Cang stood in the wrecked square, littered with severed limbs, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, each word brimming with boundless hatred.

Like a Mita cigarette turned on its highest setting, I was trembling with rage.

This request was against the rules, and the system explicitly refused to provide such assistance from the outset.

However--

[Target coordinates have been marked]

A clear locational information instantly flooded his mind.

"You damn mage! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

But your horse has already been registered.

The Dongli Cang, which had just taken off, wobbled and nearly crashed.

Then, with a gloomy face, he flew away without saying a word towards a certain place.

As it flew, it suddenly began to wail loudly, its cries shaking heaven and earth and making even ghosts and gods weep.

"Damn it! Waaaaah, how could those otherworldly beings be so mean?!"

"Damn mage! You've robbed me of all love!!"