I Can Tell You're a Natural-Born Martial Arts Prodigy... (It's Easier to Get Back, but the Air Is Terrible)

Some things were difficult for some people, yet simple for others.

That was experience.

Fang Zheng had traveled through countless worlds. His horizons were so broad he did not even know how broad anymore. There was no situation he had not seen, so he quickly extracted the information he needed from the intelligence Little Angel had gathered.

It was more or less what Fang Zheng had expected.

In infinite-flow stories, all kinds of teams generally appeared. Aside from those who followed the proper path, completed missions, and grew stronger, there was another sort of team that specialized in strengthening themselves through crooked and evil means. Were they called Breeding Teams or devil teams...? Whatever, they were all pretty much the same.

And the mastermind behind this incident was a similar force—or rather, a world.

According to the information Nymph had investigated, that mastermind force had originally been just one of countless worlds. Like this world and the other alternate worlds, it had suffered attacks from The Wave and possessed a Four Holy Heroes system. Just like everywhere else, its Four Holy Heroes had been summoned from other worlds.

But summoning people from another world had never been reliable to begin with. Looking at all those Qidian otherworld-transmigration novels, there were good-hearted protagonists, those who declared that their fate was in their own hands rather than Heaven's, those who believed that whoever obeyed them would prosper and whoever defied them would perish, and those who simply liked watching the world burn. In short, people who transmigrated from another world thought differently from ordinary people. What they wanted to do and how they wanted to do it were complete question marks.

It was like genetic mutation. If you kept inducing mutated genes, trouble would eventually arise.

And so, that alternate world had