Wenren Sheng looked up at the back of the only person leaving. He was a frail young man.
Carrying a travel bag alone, he walked back down the path they had come from without looking back.
From afar, several vans could be seen parked on a narrow trail at the foot of the mountain, overgrown with vines and weeds. A few staff members stood guard there, smoking and chatting. They were probably acting as the rear guard.
However, just as the young man was about to walk down the slope, flames suddenly burst from his body, and then he vanished completely.
"Spirited Away!"
"It's Spirited Away! Old Ma, Hu Mei, and Old Dong disappeared like this too!"
The others panicked again. The morale Director Liu had just managed to raise instantly plunged to rock bottom.
These people could only make wild guesses, but through Wenren Sheng's mysterious perception, he clearly sensed the unfathomably deep Origin Realm—the mysterious world hidden beyond all awareness—suddenly opening a gap and swallowing the young man whole.
So this was the complete process of a person vanishing in an instant.
He finally understood. Humanity itself had now been tainted by mystery and was no longer pure.
It was like how he had once built a mysterious passage between himself and his puppets, allowing certain Mysterious Objects to be instantly transferred between two places.
That unbelievable instance of Spirited Away was, in truth, merely his former act of transferring Mysterious Objects expanded to encompass the entire real world!
He recalled being transferred to Werewolf Kill and to the world of Raft Survival. Even as an Otherworldly User, only his consciousness had been transferred.
Clearly, this was because the Otherworldly User—an aberrant thing born from this local spacetime—resisted such transfers.
But it could not resist the transfer of