"-----!"
When Fang Zheng came to his senses again, he found himself in some place that looked like a pitch-black, gloomy basement. Several people dressed much like Cultists stood before him. Upon seeing Fang Zheng appear, the leader immediately spoke.
"Hero, please save this world!"
"What?"
At that moment, Fang Zheng heard three voices beside him. Turning around, he saw three young men who did not look very old, dressed in school uniforms and carrying different weapons, getting up from the ground... Hm? What kind of setup was this?
Wait, why did his hand feel a little heavy?
Fang Zheng lowered his head and saw that, at some point, a... shield had appeared on his right arm?
???
What the hell was a shield supposed to be?
"Ah, Hero, please save this world!"
Very quickly, the priest dressed like a Cultist spoke again, while another young man beside him asked a question.
"What exactly is going on?"
"This... the situation is complicated. In short, we used an ancient ritual to summon the legendary Four Holy Heroes... This world is facing a crisis of destruction. Heroes, please help us!"
It was a development straight out of the opening of a role-playing game, but...
"I refuse."
"That's right. Can you send us back to our original worlds? Otherwise, no deal."
"Do you feel no guilt whatsoever about forcibly summoning other people?"
"To what extent are you even willing to consider our wishes?"
"..."
Fang Zheng did not participate in their conversation at all. He merely narrowed his eyes and stared at the Cultists before him. This was no joke. From these people, Fang Zheng sensed the same gloomy, twisted aura possessed by the Cultists of the Main World and the Dark World. It was not very obvious, but... he could feel that