Dora Su Meng

Upon hearing that, Lu Mingfei grabbed Su Lin's arm.

"Please, Dora Su Meng, lend me that one-time 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. "Your paws are covered in oil! Wipe them clean first."

"Come to think of it, is there really something that can let you escape to a parallel world?" Lu Mingfei was only joking, but he fantasized aloud, "If there were, I'd go to a world without Dragon Raja and peacefully cultivate immortality."

At that moment, 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 after another.

Xiao Yan also recalled his Heavenly Flames at that moment.

"Why think so much? Come have some soup instead."

"You really are hopeless, useless Mingfei." Su Lin sighed and reached one hand into the Aether, feeling around.

"Hey, make yourself clear. Who are you calling useless Mingfei?" Lu Mingfei wanted to clear his name. Sure, he was a little useless, but did Su Lin have to call him that in front of so many people?

"Hm? What are you doing?"

He noticed Su Lin's hand rummaging back and forth through the Aether.

"Didn't Doraemon always rummage through his four-dimensional pocket before looking for something?" Su Lin looked as though it were only natural.

"Hahaha, you aren't actually going to pull out a Wish Phone Booth, are you?" Ye Fan laughed. "Doraemon's pocket is on his stomach. Where exactly are you digging around?"

"Where did it go? How strange." Su Lin leaned half his body into the Aether and tossed out several bizarre fruits. "Not this. These are Devil Fruits."

Then he tossed out a suit of armor.

"Not this either. This is a costume prop from the last cosplay."

Lu Mingfei covered his head. He had only said it as a joke, yet Su Lin's imitation was surprisingly convincing.

"Boss, I admit I was wrong. Stop messing around."

If this went on, the label of useless Mingfei would really stick.

"I suggest that, for the time being, you focus on improving your combat skills." Han Li offered Lu Mingfei his advice. He had studied Lu Mingfei's world; bloodline was the most important factor there, followed by fighting techniques.

Zhongli agreed quite strongly. During this period, aside from making time to return to Teyvat once to bring back some immortal texts, he had spent his days studying cultivation methods from other worlds.

Occasionally, he also took the time to read the stories of the other group members. They were somewhat more engaging 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 quietly eating and watching the show, also spoke up. "If needed, I can teach you some martial arts as well."

Lu Mingfei remembered the FSN he had watched before and asked in pleasant surprise, "Can you teach me Kuzuryusen too? The move that slashes 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 was not angry. Instead, he smiled peacefully. "If you wish to learn it, I can teach you, but it 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 events from his own world had been presented as stories and works of fiction in other worlds.

Most of the others here were also people who had appeared in other works.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was that, by a twist of fate, everyone had gathered in one place. That counted as a kind of bond. He did not like any of the possible endings the young girl who had formed a contract with him might face in the future.

Everyone wanted to change the fate of the future. If that somewhat frail-looking boy needed help, Heracles was more than willing to help him learn some martial arts.

Even without the enhancement of his berserk state, the combat ability he could display would not be inferior to his former self. Unfortunately, the Noble Phantasm of the version of himself that had manifested in the world as a Berserker was 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 moved. When he had learned about the miserable course of his future life, he had felt terrible. That dog-blooded book called life was neither good nor exciting. Even if his story was rather popular in another world, he 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 everyday life of a useless high school student.

He did not like the middle of the story. His friend was a Dragon King, his underclassman was a Dragon King, and he had to spend a quarter of his life killing them.

He did not like where the story was heading. His future had always been lived according to someone else's arrangements. He did his best to change things, struggled to save people, and in the end...

Over the past month or so, Lu Mingfei had actually been very happy. He had learned immortal cultivation from novels, his future held promise, and he had met so many people from different worlds. Everyone was pretty kind.

The others could all bring out cultivation manuals, resources, knowledge, and similar things. Even Luffy would bring ingredients whenever he came over. Yet Lu Mingfei had nothing to offer. Instead, he had mooched quite a lot of things, which honestly made him feel rather embarrassed.

Especially Su Lin. Those spiritual fruits and plants Su Lin had treated him to on his first day here were not common goods. Only when he began cultivating did he realize that many things had gone far too smoothly. His body was free of impurities, his spiritual platform was clear and bright, his cultivation speed was astonishingly fast, and the strengthening of his physical body was extraordinary.

Later, Han Li told him that the things he had eaten would count as rare treasures even in other immortal cultivation worlds, especially after being nurtured by Han Li's Little Green Bottle. Their age was not low, either.

Su Lin, although he usually seemed somewhat unreliable, like a laid-back young man who went with the flow, deep down...

Hm?

When Lu Mingfei turned to look at Su Lin, he found him still hanging in midair, pulling a pile of things out onto the ground.

"That's enough already..."

Su Lin did not want to do this either. The day he had drawn that thing, he discovered it had no effect on him at all. It annoyed him so much that he had not even put it back into the system space, instead tossing it together with Devil Fruits, the magical artifacts and pills left behind by the Xian Ning Sect, and other such items to gather dust as part of his collection.

He remembered specifically putting it in a box.

Klein curiously walked over to the pile of clutter, poking through it and looking around. The miscellaneous items he stored above the Gray Fog were about the same, all tossed together in a heap.

"Old Su, stop looking." Ye Fan came 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 putting on a show.

"That thing involves the Law of Causality. It's even more outrageous than your mountain and that watch."

"Oh, I finally found it."

Clang—

Xiao Yan, who had just picked up a spiritual fruit, failed to hold it securely, and the fruit fell onto the table.

With Xiao Yan's ability, he could have caught the fruit before it fell.

But at that moment, no one was paying attention to that.

"You said... what... you found it!?"

(End of Chapter)