He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 111 What black magic? I am God, kneel down.

A loud bang came from the center of the village, and the villagers put down what they were doing and rushed over there one after another.

"It looks like the village chief's house."

Li Ji looked at the dust rising in the village, as if it were a scene of buildings collapsing.

"They've probably gotten themselves into trouble again."

“It’s long and thin. Call your senior and escort the deliveryman back first.”

Give me the handcuffs.

He pulled a black, circular object from his pocket.

Li Ji took it and looked at it.

"Why does this thing look like a dog collar?"

"Sorry, I got the wrong one."

He then pulled out white, circular handcuffs from his pocket.

"What's the dog collar for?"

"I have a dog."

Brainwaves honestly present the images.

A white boy was walking a black boy with a dog leash around his neck, and the two were having a great time.

What do you do every day?

All sorts of strange and unusual brainwaves began to continuously enter Li Ji's brain.

He asked a 96-year-old man with dementia to drive him around.

Helping an 8-year-old boy put on a dress and apply makeup.

and also--

Li Ji couldn't take it anymore: "Stop! What I said just now wasn't a question, it was sarcasm! Stop sending me those brainwaves, let's each get back to our business."

He turned and walked towards the village, the annoying brainwaves still lingering.

"An old man drifting in his wheelchair?"

"The old man broke his leg while doing a Thomas Flair?"

"The old man ate a whole jar of peanut butter in one go?"

"There aren't any decent old men in this world!"

Once inside the village, the brainwaves finally disappeared; the thin, elongated object must have been leading the prisoner away.

The village was packed with people, all wanting to join in the fun.

He didn't even have to walk; the crowd pushed him to the village chief's house.

People flocked into the courtyard, climbed the wall, and gathered to admire the ruins of the village chief's newly built house.

Looking at the village, whose mouths were agape in disbelief, Dailu lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

"Sorry, I broke your toilet, meow."

With the villagers' support and their large numbers, the village gained some confidence and its legs stopped trembling.

"Only the toilet? You've ruined my whole house!"

Delulu glanced back at the ruins of the crumbling walls.

"So tiny, kitty. So this is your home. No wonder there's a bed inside, kitty."

"We can compensate you; I'll help you treat those two cats."

Delulu walked to the tree and untied the two Dalits who were tied to it and were barely alive.

She pulled a medical mechanical ball from her chest, releasing mini robots while muttering to herself.

"Your place is still too backward, meow. You can't drive away disease by hitting people; you have to rely on science, meow."

Delulu had previously seen a doctor beating up a patient on the street, claiming it could drive away the disease.

She quickly realized that this was definitely caused by backwardness and a lack of knowledge.

The two wounded soldiers immediately regained consciousness, and all their injuries were healed.

But seeing the swarms of villagers all around them, on the walls, in the trees, and on the utility poles, the two were so frightened that they clung to each other, at a loss for what to do.

"It's healed, meow! You're welcome, it's what I should do, meow."

The village chief was stunned: "Who thanked you?"

Dailulu pulled Shark Baby along and swaggered out the door.

"Don't leave! Defense Force!"

The village chief shouted.

Dozens of young men carrying old-fashioned rifles rushed out and surrounded Dailulu and Sharkbao.

At this moment, the village chief stood tall and straight without needing to lean against the wall.

Even if that kid is a good fighter, can he withstand bullets?

"Don't leave! I want you to experience the wrath of Rama! Begin the torture!"

Dailulu smiled excitedly: "There are also folk activities to experience, they're so enthusiastic, meow."

She and Shark stopped moving and stood there dumbfounded, letting the defense team tie them up hand and foot. Li Ji couldn't squeeze into the front row and could only hear the commotion in the courtyard.

There wasn't even a tiny gap to squeeze in.

He finally managed to squeeze to the edge of the wall, climbed up it, but the wall was also full of people, and there was nowhere to put his feet.

He couldn't understand it at all. Where did so many people come from in just one village? Even the cockroach population density isn't as high as yours.

He could see the scene inside through the gap between their legs.

Inside the high-walled compound lies a wasteland?
A group of Indians, armed with World War I-era rifles, aimed them at two teammates tied to a tree.

The two of them seemed more relaxed than the villagers who were watching.

Shark Baby stuck out its tongue and chuckled foolishly.

Delulu looked around curiously, her lips almost curling into a wide smile.

Why were you two arrested?

"Who could be trapped by that kind of rope?"

“I suspect you’re deliberately experiencing Dalit’s life this way.”

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a man descended from the sky and leaped into the courtyard.

Everyone stared at him, wondering who this person was.

"Who are you?"

Li Ji completely ignored the village chief and shouted at his teammates, "Have you two had enough fun? It's time to go."

The village chief frowned: "Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

"We haven't tried any folk activities yet, meow!"

"What kind of folk custom is this? This is clearly preparing for torture! They've already started heating oil in the wok over there!"

The village chief roared, "I'm talking to you!"

Li Ji ignored him completely: "And where did Milia go?"

"I don't know, they might still be out looking for a delivery person, meow."

"I've already found the courier and had the long, thin strip delivered back."

Seeing that these Dalits who had barged into the village and were causing trouble were taking him so lightly.

The village chief snatched a homemade gun from the side and aimed it at the back of Li Ji's head.

"boom--"

"This is the price I pay for letting you ignore me!"

The village chief excitedly threw the gun away, and then saw Li Ji pull the bullet out of the back of his head.

Everyone was shocked, and two people who were watching the commotion from the tree fell down.

"Can you two get down by yourselves? Do you need my help?"

Dailu blinked and pleaded, "Can't I really experience some folk activities, meow?"

"If you like fried cats, I have no objection."

The village chief, panting heavily from the panic, shouted, "It's Dalit's black magic!"

Li Ji turned his head away unhappily: "Can't I be a god? Can't you kneel down and worship me?"

"Shoot now!"

The defense forces fired a volley.

The bullets flew everywhere, and two of them hit the legs of the onlookers on the wall, creating two empty spaces that were quickly filled by people behind them.

The rest all missed.

Only one shot hit Lee Ki's left cheek.

Li Ji felt a gentle force and warmth.

Everyone held their breath as they stared at the enigmatic man.

The bullet was deeply embedded in the man's cheek, but not a drop of blood came out.

The man remained composed; though he had the face of a low caste, he carried the arrogance of a high caste.

He looked at everyone with disdain.

“ber——”

The bullet bounced off his face.

An uproar immediately erupted.

"kneel!"

Everyone knelt down in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed for a long time.