On a sparsely populated street, a van parked to one side baked beneath the sun.
Strange tearing sounds drifted from inside from time to time, making passersby hurry away.
Bread bags littered the floor. The Office Lady, the fat otaku, Zheng Sheng, and the others each held a bottle of mineral water, rare expressions of enjoyment on their faces.
Zhang Jie stomped on the van floor, drawing the newcomers' attention.
After a pause.
"I don't know what the Main God was thinking, throwing us from the Resident Evil world into A Certain Magical Index. To be honest, I know nothing about this world. And it has supernatural powers. Those two little punks we ran into on the train just now were enough to give me a headache."
Only then did everyone come to their senses. Zheng Sheng hurriedly wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are we in a world like those urban superpower novels?"
Zhang Jie glanced at him and reminded him, "Most worlds chosen by the Main God are worlds derived from various fantasy works."
After saying that, Zhang Jie's lips curled downward in self-mockery. "Bringing seven idiots into a world like this, I'd rather clear Resident Evil solo."
Zheng Sheng was startled by this and hurriedly began flattering Zhang Jie.
After Kurumi's phantom successfully infiltrated Island of the Gods, Kurumi began carefully observing everyone's expressions.
The driver uncle looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. The fat otaku's tiny eyes darted around, and no one knew what scheme he was plotting again.
"Wait, a work derived from fantasy..." Kurumi studied the fat otaku. A chibi anime character was printed on his T-shirt.
"Perhaps he knows this world very well."
Meanwhile, the fat otaku caught sight of Kurumi from the