This was indeed something Chen Cheng had never expected. But when he thought carefully about what had been said, and remembered the sight of Samlet smashing space apart with a single punch...
In terms of range, Samlet indeed could not compare to this world's high-tech weapons. But when it came to concentrated attack power—directly shattering space—this world was probably still incapable of it.
This world had largely continued the scientific approach to applying the laws of the world, whereas the Transcendent power of the Karmak Continent leaned more toward destruction.
Having obtained the answer he wanted, Chen Cheng immediately said:
"Send me back. This world makes me sick, but sometimes there is nothing wrong with letting people live inside a woven dream.
If I leave just like this, then with Melinda's temperament, either you erase her humanely, or she'll turn your world upside down."
Chen Cheng understood very well that in the vast natural world, beauty and ugliness were but fleeting moments, while the disorder of chaos was the true eternal constant.
Therefore, no perfect utopia existed in this world.
Neither of these two worlds was better than the other. The Karmak Continent's only advantage was that he had lived there for more than a decade, even if most of those days had been spent being hunted. Yet such psychological inertia could not be changed.
Between two piles of shit, at least he could choose the one he was more familiar with.
"Thank you, Mr. Chen."
This was the first time the system had thanked Chen Cheng.
He took a flying car back to the Homeworld and returned to Melinda's manor. By then, everyone in the manor had already been given leave and sent away by Melinda.
Before her sat an extremely old-fashioned hand-cranked telegraph transmitter, an antique even among