Chapter 1: Who Here Isn't a Problem Child? (Continued)

As Li Zihan pondered what to do next, three cries filled with entirely different emotions reached the ears of the transmigrator as he fell.

"Oh!" It was a male voice, curious with a hint of delight.

"Wow!" This was a girl's voice, surprised and somewhat confused.

"Ah." This was a girl's voice, calm and utterly devoid of emotion.

Clearly, three other unfortunate souls were falling from an altitude of at least four thousand meters alongside the Undefeated God of War whom the Little Garden's central authority regarded as Zoroastrianism.

Yet none of the three unfortunate souls sounded panicked. They did not sound at all like people who had been thrown into the sky and were now in free fall.

Yes, they were even calmer than a certain fellow who had entered this world as Bahram, the Undefeated God of War of Zoroastrianism.

Feeling the ever-intensifying wind pressure and watching the ground draw closer and closer, the God of War, whose first incarnation was the gale itself, merely willed it, and howling winds rose up, offsetting the sensation of weightlessness and the fierce wind pressure, allowing their master to float in midair.

However, the God of War was the only one capable of flying.

The three people falling from the sky alongside Li Zihan continued plummeting like meteors—or perhaps like supports launched by Chen Gong—making one wonder whether sparks would suddenly fly from them.

Watching the group of two girls and one boy hurtle stiffly toward an enormous lake, the youth, who did not need to worry about continuing his free fall, thought for several seconds before turning into a gust of wind and sweeping toward the falling trio, extending both hands.

Yes, he pulled the two girls into his arms, one in each hand, halting their descent.

As for the