That's not what I meant...

The Tower: "How would I know? I haven't seen the real thing."

Faced with Vivian's question, Lan Qingyou, sitting on her broom, couldn't help rolling her eyes.

The Tower: "But if that really happens, then it means something's wrong with the Portal."

The Empress: "..."

The Magician: "That's simply impossible, isn't it?"

That was what the Witch of the Tower, who was very familiar with magic circles and Teleportation Arrays, had said.

But quite a few people had their doubts.

After all, Portals were managed by the World Will, just like the Magic Desk and shelters.

Or rather, all the technology and everything else came from the World Will.

The Tower: "Exactly. That's what's so strange about it."

The Moon: "So, does that mean something's wrong with the World Will?"

The Magician: "Huh!?"

The Empress: "Wait, what made you think of that?"

The Star: "Do you want to hear yourself right now?"

One comment from Shang Chuan set the whole group off.

Something was wrong with the World Will?

The entity that had given the entire Transmigrator community their talents, Magic Desks, shelters, and titles was having a problem?

That wasn't funny at all.

If something was wrong with the World Will, wouldn't that mean something was wrong with them, too?

After all, a lot of their technology and magic were based on it.

A single tug could set the whole thing in motion.

The World Will was undoubtedly that single thread.

The Moon: "But now that you mention it, didn't someone manage to fool the Magic Desk's Personal Information system with a talent or something before?"

Shang Chuan, who'd been getting relentlessly mocked by everyone, wasn't having it.

He brought up the evidence behind his suspicions.

Someone had impersonated a witch on the World Channel before, scamming a large