"Of course."
The trainee employee nodded and, under someone's guidance, accepted the group member's visit request.
Then—
A door swung open, entering the boy's field of vision and instantly filling his face with terror.
What stepped out of the door was not a refined magician.
It was a gloomy demon, its chest seemingly covered in dripping bloodstains.
He gazed toward the sky, his eyes brimming with greed.
Open the Door, Free Trade
A man covered in knife wounds appeared before him.
He did not know what had caused those wounds, which covered the man's abdomen. They were hideous; from an ordinary human's perspective, they seemed utterly beyond saving.
Yet under some unknown force, the bloody wounds rapidly writhed and healed completely.
Once his injuries had healed.
He stretched his waist and turned toward him. Beneath his thick eyebrows slanting sharply toward his temples were cold eyes shrouded in narrow shadows.
Similar stories circulated in every country.
—A foolish man or woman was beguiled by a silver-tongued evil god, and disaster then descended upon the world.
Had he...
Done something incredibly stupid?
He instinctively felt that something was wrong.
Then—
Just as he had expected, the man reached out toward him.
The next instant, he lost all consciousness.
—The space he occupied was directly folded into a ball, and he, along with the ball, was tossed into a chat group red packet.
After doing all that.
Russell leisurely walked over to a table and started eating Fujimaru Ritsuka's lunch.
Once he had finished, he casually logged into the group chat and spoke to Mobius, who was still in the Honkai world fifty thousand years ago.
"Take the newcomer to Siberia and have him inherit the position of 'Void.'"
"I'll be doing something over here next. Does anyone want to come along?"