Lu Mingfei grabbed Su Lin's arm when he heard that.
"Please, Dora Su Meng, lend me that one-use If Phone Booth."
"Hahaha." Everyone burst into cheerful laughter at the sight.
"Get lost, get lost." Su Lin slapped away Lu Mingfei's greasy hands. "Those greasy paws! Wipe them clean for me."
"Come to think of it, is there really something that lets you escape to a parallel world?" Lu Mingfei was joking too. He fantasized, "If there were, I'd go to a world without Dragon Raja and peacefully pursue Immortal Cultivation."
Ye Fan withdrew the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron. The meat in the pot had already stewed until tender, and following a prepared medicinal recipe, he added several spiritual herbs one by one.
Xiao Yan also withdrew his Heavenly Flames at that moment.
"Why think so much? Come have some soup instead."
"Honestly, what am I supposed to do with you, useless Mingfei?" Su Lin sighed and reached one hand into the Void, feeling around.
"Hey, say that clearly. Who are you calling useless Mingfei?" Lu Mingfei wanted to clear his name. Even if he was a little useless, did Su Lin really have to call him that in front of so many people?
"Huh? What are you doing?"
He noticed Su Lin's hand rummaging back and forth inside the Void.
"Doesn't Doraemon always rummage through his Four-Dimensional Pocket before finding something?" Su Lin looked as though it were only natural.
"Hahaha, don't tell me you're actually going to pull out a Wish Phone Booth?" Ye Fan laughed. "Doraemon's pocket is on his stomach. Where exactly are you digging around?"
"Where did it go? That's strange." Su Lin leaned half his body into the Void, tossing out several bizarre fruits as he did. "Not this. These are Devil Fruits."
Then he tossed out a suit of armor.
"Not this either. This is the costume from my last cosplay."
Lu Mingfei covered his head. He had only been joking, yet Su Lin's imitation was surprisingly convincing.
"Boss, I admit I was wrong. Stop messing around."
If this continued, the name useless Mingfei was really going to stick.
"I suggest that you spend the coming days focusing on improving your combat techniques," Han Li advised Lu Mingfei. He had studied Lu Mingfei's world. Bloodline was the most important thing there, followed by the techniques of close combat.
Zhongli quite agreed. During this time, aside from making a trip back to Teyvat to bring over some Celestial Immortals' texts, he had spent his ordinary days studying cultivation methods from other worlds.
Occasionally, he also took time to read the stories of the other group members. They were more interesting than the novels currently popular in Liyue.
"If you have nothing else to do, you may come to me and learn some martial arts," Zhongli said to Lu Mingfei.
Heracles, who had been silently eating and watching the show, spoke up as well. "If you need it, I can teach you some martial arts too."
Remembering the FSN he had watched before, Lu Mingfei asked in surprise, "Could you teach me something like Kuzuryusen, where you slash nine times in an instant?"
As soon as he said it, Lu Mingfei regretted it. He had only then realized that he had gotten the name of Heracles's move wrong.
"You mean Nine Lives: The Shooting Hundred Heads." Heracles did not get angry. Instead, he smiled calmly. "If you wish to learn it, I can teach you, but this is not a martial art that can be mastered in a short time."
The giant did not mind Lu Mingfei's slip of the tongue. After staying in this world for over a month, he had learned that the events of his own world were presented in other worlds as stories.
Most of the others here were figures who had appeared in other works.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was that, through a fortunate coincidence, everyone had gathered together. That could be considered a kind of fate. He did not like any of the endings that the young girl who had formed a contract with him might face in the future.
Everyone wanted to change their future fates. If that boy, who looked somewhat frail, needed help, Heracles was more than willing to help him learn some martial arts.
Even without the enhancement of his Berserker state, the combat power he could wield would not be inferior to his former self. Unfortunately, the Noble Phantasms of the version of himself summoned into the world as a Berserker had been restricted.
He truly did not understand why the Einzbern Family had wanted to summon him as a Berserker.
"Thank you..."
Lu Mingfei was a little touched. When he learned about his miserable future, he had felt awful. Life was a melodramatic book, and it was neither good nor exciting. Even if his story was popular in another world, he himself did not like it at all.
He did not like the beginning of the story. His life was a complete mess, with no future in sight and no value to speak of—the ordinary days of a useless high school student.
He did not like the middle of the story. His friend was a Dragon King, his junior schoolmate was a Dragon King, and he had to spend a quarter of his life killing them.
He did not like the story's development either. His future had always been governed by arrangements. He did his best to change things, worked hard to save people, and in the end...
Over the past month or so, Lu Mingfei had actually been very happy. He had learned the Immortal Cultivation found in novels, his future held promise, and he had met so many people from different worlds. Everyone was quite nice.
The others could all bring out cultivation manuals, resources, knowledge, and things like that. Even Luffy brought ingredients whenever he came over. Yet Lu Mingfei could not offer anything at all. Instead, he had mooched off quite a lot of things, which was rather embarrassing when he thought about it.
Especially Su Lin. The spiritual fruits and spiritual plants Su Lin had treated him to on his first day here were not common goods. Only when he cultivated did Lu Mingfei realize that too many things had gone smoothly. His body was free of impurities, his mind was clear, his cultivation speed was astonishingly fast, and the enhancement to his physical body was extraordinary.
Later, Han Li told him that the things he had eaten would count as rare treasures even in other worlds of Immortal Cultivation. Especially after being cultivated by Han Li's Little Green Bottle, their age was far from low.
Su Lin usually seemed somewhat unreliable, like a laid-back young man, but deep down...
Huh?
When Lu Mingfei turned to look at Su Lin, he found him still hanging in midair, rummaging out a pile of things onto the ground.
"That's enough already..."
Su Lin did not want this either. The day he drew this thing, he discovered that it had no effect on him whatsoever. He had been so annoyed that he had not even put it back into the system space, simply tossing it together with Devil Fruits, the Dharma Artifacts and pills left behind by the Xian Ning Sect, and other such things to gather dust as part of his collection.
He remembered specifically putting it in a box.
Klein curiously walked over to the pile of miscellaneous items, rummaging through it and looking around. His storage space above the Gray Fog was much the same; he also just threw everything into one pile.
"Old Su, stop looking." Ye Fan walked over while slurping a bowl of meat soup. "You really have a Wish Phone Booth? Those things aren't even from the same style of world."
Ye Fan had thought Su Lin was just fooling around.
"That thing involves the Law of Causality. It's even more absurd than your mountain and that watch."
"Oh, finally found it."
Clang—
Xiao Yan, who was picking up a spiritual fruit, lost his grip, and the fruit fell onto the table.
With Xiao Yan's abilities, he could have caught the fruit before it fell.
But at that moment, nobody was paying attention to that.
"You said... what... you found it!?"
(End of Chapter)