What Does the Survival or Destruction of a World That Isn't Mine Have to Do with Me?

Jiang Yang's luck, however, did not seem to be as good as imagined.

Just as he was about to hear the crucial part, he exposed himself again because of the sound of his footsteps.

He died on the spot.

As expected, his rating was still D.

The poor kid had a golden talent and still ended up like this.

"Looks like I can't accept missions for now, and I can't eavesdrop either."

Having died twice, Jiang Yang learned his lesson.

Lie low first. Don't panic.

Find a good time to pay the principal a visit.

Get himself some protection.

But this foolish kid seemed to be missing a screw.

He could have directly simulated what happened after he went to see the principal during his second simulation. He would definitely have learned more than he had the first time.

Gu Yuan shook his head.

"Chen Jin, want some fruit?"

Inside the library, Wang Chi was wolfing down this world's local fruit. He handed Gu Yuan a small one and said this.

Without waiting for Gu Yuan to respond, he popped it straight into his own mouth.

Good grief.

Did his original world not grow fruit or something?

Gu Yuan merely glanced at him and said nothing.

These past few days, he had actually been pondering a question.

The Demon Race had experts beyond the Void as numerous as clouds, while that Heaven-Permeating Great Emperor was even more unfathomable.

Yet they insisted on staging this baffling spy drama, restricting humanity while also sending people to monitor them.

No matter how one looked at it, it was strange.

If they wanted to eat human flesh or something, they could simply raise humans like livestock.

If they wanted to kill for fun, they could let them roam free.

Why impose restrictions while not