What Chat Group for Transmigrators

In the Stone Castle's Study Room, Lin Yu closed the chat window in his mind, leaned back in his recliner, and stretched lazily.

After a friendly exchange with the three little group members, he had thoroughly figured out their situations.

Su Haoming was a transmigrator from Strange Tales of the Tang Dynasty. He was Su Wuming's cousin and was currently at the point of the TV series' first case—the Chang'an Black Tea Case.

Yun Ye was the protagonist of Tang Dynasty Brick. He had transmigrated to the Tang Dynasty during the Zhenguan era and had already become the Marquis of Lantian County in the Great Tang. The timeline was roughly at the beginning of the novel's second volume, when Yushan Academy had yet to be officially established.

Fan Xian was the male lead of Joy of Life. He thought he had transmigrated to ancient times in a parallel world, but in reality, it was a future world where humanity had rebuilt from the Stone Age after nuclear war had destroyed civilization.

As for the timeline, Fan Xian himself said that he had only recently arrived in Kyoto and had not yet met Lin Wan'er.

Without a doubt, what the three of them had in common was that they were transmigrators!

Coupled with the fact that Lin Yu himself was also a transmigrator, he could not help suspecting that the Chat Group had some hidden requirement and only selected transmigrators from the Myriad Worlds.

...What Chat Group for Transmigrators!

While joking to himself, Lin Yu pondered another question—the power level of the worlds where the group members lived.

Both Yun Ye and Su Haoming had transmigrated into worlds without magic, or rather, worlds that only appeared to be without magic.

As for the strongest of them, Fan Xian, his world was merely low-magic. Only Grandmasters could barely touch the threshold of a mid-martial world.

By comparison, the world Lin Yu inhabited, whether it was the Internal Universe or Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, was at far too high a level.

If the Chat Group truly had a hidden standard when selecting members, the gap between them should not have been so enormous.

So...was the problem really him after all?

Lin Yu blinked. After all, when the Chat Group had first drifted into his Internal Universe, it had shown no intention of inviting him to join.

He had forced it to stay, and only then had he compelled the Chat Group to acknowledge him as its master...

Forget it. What was done was done. There was no point dwelling on it. He should first find a way to build a good relationship with these three little guys!

At that thought, Lin Yu could not help sighing.

While chatting with Su Haoming, he had failed to hold himself back and revealed that he wanted to visit other worlds.

Su Haoming had been quite delighted by this, but Fan Xian and Yun Ye had both fallen briefly silent, apparently still hesitant about inviting Lin Yu into their worlds.

That was perfectly normal. Even meeting an online friend one had known for years in real life required some hesitation, let alone an otherworldly strong person who had been in the group for less than twenty minutes.

But it did not matter. The seed had already been planted.

As long as they encountered a problem they could not solve in the future, they would definitely think of him first!

Thinking this, Lin Yu cast his gaze through the Stone Castle toward the territory within a radius of ten li.

The reason he had chosen this moment to end the chat was naturally because of something important—

After ten years, the warrior who had gone off on adventures had finally returned home, covered in scars and medals.

Seeing how drastically his hometown had changed over the past decade, the warrior who had traveled alongside Flamme could not help being startled. When he saw that his nearly sixty-year-old parents were still in robust health, he was startled again.

Of course, none of the surprises along the way compared to the two little ones in his parents' arms.

"...These aren't children you adopted, are they?"

The burly warrior, who stood over two meters tall, carefully held the two children as he asked his parents a soul-searching question.

The old village chief's smile stiffened, and he snapped, "Don't talk nonsense. They really are your biological younger siblings!"

Daimon still looked deeply suspicious. "But the two of you..."

The old village chief glared at him and raised a foot to kick his son in the waist.

But the mighty Daimon was clearly not someone he could budge. Even though his father put all his strength into the kick, his body did not sway in the slightest, and the children in his arms did not feel even the faintest vibration.

"Dad, be careful. You'll scare my younger sister!"

"Hmph!"

The old village chief resentfully lowered his leg, then stared at Daimon. "Remember, this is the Lord's blessing, not something you can question!"

The Lord?

Daimon froze for a moment.

As though remembering something, the old village chief said with a chuckle, "The walls of Ridge Peak City are already one-fifth complete. I was just planning to form a Lord's Guard for the Lord, and now that you've returned..."

Before he could finish, Daimon frowned.

The old village chief also noticed that his son did not seem interested in serving the Lord. He coughed twice and promptly changed the subject. "Since you're back, rest at home first. After dinner, come with me to meet the Lord!"

"..."

Daimon's brow relaxed, and he nodded.

Even if his father had not mentioned it, he intended to visit the Castle and deliver Flamme's greetings to the Lord he had never met.

Compared with ten years ago, the Stone Castle had changed somewhat.

Though the dome above was still lofty and the great hall remained majestic, the stone pillars on both sides were no longer as bare as before.

In addition to the many exquisite carvings now decorating the pillars, the Bronze Candlesticks had been replaced by Crystal Chandeliers that shone with magical radiance.

A long Red Carpet ran between the pillars. On either side stood two rows of soldiers over two meters tall, clad from head to toe in plate armor.

Their Silver Armor was engraved with Mysterious Runes. Wolf-Head Greatswords hung at their waists, and they held spears like statues, their chilling spearheads pointed directly toward the dome overhead.

Judging by the blue magical light burning in their eyes, they were not human soldiers at all, but powerful Magic Puppets.

With things like these, do you even need to form a Lord's Guard?

Daimon's lips twitched as he could not help shooting his father a puzzled look.

At that moment, the old village chief had changed into a proper robe.

Facing his son's doubts, his expression was solemn, but inwardly he was full of disdain.

Whether it was needed was one thing, but whether it was done was another...

Sure enough, after wandering outside for ten years, this fellow was still as childish as ever!

Just then, a familiar set of footsteps came from behind the Crystal Throne at the end of the Red Carpet.

The old village chief's expression tightened. He hurriedly pulled his son down to one knee, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "My Lor—"

Before he could finish, the figure ahead appeared before them as though teleporting.

An invisible force surged forth from nowhere and forcibly helped them to their feet, allowing them to look directly at the Elf Youth in black robes before them.

...What?!

Daimon was shocked at being forcibly lifted up, but before he could react, he met the Young Lord's Black as Night eyes.

Seeing the Lord make an entrance that ignored all convention, the old village chief could not help showing a helpless expression.

"My Lord, according to the rules, you should..."

"Alright, alright!"

Lin Yu waved a hand indifferently. "What rules? Here, my word is the rule."

"...Yes."

The old village chief sighed and answered respectfully.

Lin Yu turned toward the Tall Warrior, who still had not grasped the situation, and said with a smile, "I'm the only one living here. All this pomp is just for appearances; it has no practical use."

"Normally, I receive your father in the Study Room at the back."

"This time, your father insisted on meeting me in the great hall. I only reluctantly agreed for your sake..."

Hearing Lin Yu speak so frankly, the old village chief's face reddened, and he was visibly embarrassed.

Lin Yu did not care. His gaze roamed over the tall warrior before him, sizing him up from head to toe before he asked with a smile:

"Are you Daimon?"