An Abnormal World

The long-vanished He Shenyan was currently floating in a stretch of darkness—don't misunderstand, he hadn't been gone so long because he'd run off to slack. The mage hadn't sunk to that level of inhumanity yet.

It wasn't as if he were Chthon.

Besides, how could slacking off compare to the shops inside the White Tower? He had heard a new Orc-girl maid café had opened there, and when the mage heard the news, his head was filled with shock and confusion. You Trans-dimensional Mages really know how to play it wild.

Ahem, back to the point. He had four world coordinates in hand. Aside from the already decided Colony One, there were still three waiting to be confirmed. He Shenyan made a rather professional trip and finished scouting all three worlds. Overall, they could all be considered peaceful.

Maybe.

Colony Two was a world still in the era when the steam engine had just been invented. There had been a slight problem with this world's historical process, causing the British Empire to become unprecedentedly powerful. When he first arrived, it happened to be night, and He Shenyan had thought he had come to the old Gotham.

Those gloomy spired buildings and eerie lights made the atmosphere especially strange. In this world, humanity no longer had large-scale wars in the general sense. The entire globe was ruled by the empire that should have declined long ago. However, a newborn supernatural power had risen within it.

Werewolves of old, Vampires, ghosts—even witches and the Angels and Demons of legend. All manner of Monsters and evil things had returned from ancient legends, and there was only one way to defeat them.

To kill a demon, one first had to become a demon.

It was quite a familiar script. The mage always felt as