The Demon God of Deception stared at the streak of light, momentarily stunned, then broke into an amused laugh.
"Well, well! A system actually transported an anomaly into my Illusion Space. Isn't that a little too clever?"
A playful glint flashed in his eyes. He propped up his chin and peered into the Illusion Space with interest.
Inside the Illusion Space, the light faded, revealing a teenage boy.
The boy still clutched a stack of colorful banknotes as he looked around in bewilderment.
Unfamiliar mountains and rivers greeted his eyes, and rich spiritual energy filled the air. It was nothing like the world of steel and concrete he had known.
Just then, a mechanical voice sounded within him:
Ding! Myriad Realms Group Chat System successfully bound! This system is dedicated to building a supreme persona for its host. The host may invite members into the group and issue missions to earn rewards, becoming the strongest being across the myriad realms.
The boy froze. Then, as though something had suddenly occurred to him, his face turned deathly pale.
"I don't want to travel to another world! System, send me back! I only just borrowed the money for Dad's medical bills. The hospital is still waiting for me to pay! Please, send me back!"
But the voice within him remained cold:
Host, this system can elevate you from a mortal to a Primordial Great Golden Immortal, placing you above the myriad realms. Please stop clinging to that ordinary world.
The boy dropped to his knees with a thud and kowtowed over and over, his forehead striking the ground with dull impacts:
"I don't want to become some Primordial Great Golden Immortal! Dad only has me! He raised me all on his own, and he's still waiting for me