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In Zhang Qixuan's view, the man, who was also dressed in modern clothes, initially looked at him with an indifferent attitude, as if he were looking at a stranger who was no different from the surrounding villagers. However, after the man heard something from his earpiece, his previous nonchalance quickly disappeared, and his gaze returned to Zhang Qixuan with a focused look, as if he were scrutinizing a target.

This made Zhang Qixuan, who had been receiving a lot of attention recently, very uncomfortable.

Ji Mo's voice wasn't loud, but his absolute height advantage and the bloody aura emanating from him created an unavoidable sense of oppression: "What's your name?"

"What's it to you?" Zhang Qixuan's heart skipped a beat, his eyes filled with vigilance, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. "I also want to ask who you are."

The villagers sensed the tense atmosphere between the two, especially since one was the royal hero and the other had emerged alone from the western forest, covered in monster blood, clearly a formidable opponent. They began to whisper among themselves in unease.

A figure in pure white stood between the two, and the accompanying priestess spread her arms, firmly separating them.

"Please calm down, hero." She first gently comforted Zhang Qixuan, then turned to Ji Mo with a hint of confusion in her eyes, while also noticing Ji Mo's unusual attire: "You... are you also a hero summoned by the royal family? But I haven't received any news about a second hero from another world."

"A hero?" Do these people call everyone dressed in modern clothes heroes? Ji Mo knew nothing about the history of this world. He asked while tapping his earpiece, hoping Jiu Chonglou could provide information quickly, "Could you explain in detail?"

The priestess didn't mind repeating this well-known fact: "In our world, there exists a being called the Demon King. The Demon King is immortal; even if he is killed, he will be reborn every one or two hundred years. Whenever the royal family senses that the Demon King is about to be resurrected, they will summon a hero from another world. Zhang Qixuan is the hero of this generation."

After speaking, the priestess looked very troubled: "Generally speaking, unless the current hero dies unexpectedly, the royal family will not summon a second hero, but this situation is very rare."

It's a very familiar setting. Even Ji Mo, who doesn't often read light novels, has heard of this kind of worldview, which can be considered a template for novice authors.

However, he at least learned the name from the priestess, and when he looked at Zhang Qixuan, he shook his head inwardly.

Meanwhile, things were bustling in the program studio as well. Jiu Chonglou directed Chen Zhuzhu to operate another set of equipment, searching for images by name. The priestess only provided the pronunciation, and there were many homonyms.

Chen Zhuzhu quickly compared the data, her tone revealing her confusion: "Why does our organization have a population database of the mortal realm?"

"It's not just the government that can conduct a census."

"But why do we need to conduct a census?"

"For the convenience of the Nine Clans Elimination Game," Jiu Chonglou replied casually.

Chen Zhuzhu felt a chill run down her spine. This was why she was hesitant to speak to Jiu Chonglou. He always casually mentioned terrifying things, and with his nonchalant expression, it was hard to tell whether he was joking or serious.

She quickly identified Zhang Qixuan's image; he was listed on the missing persons bulletin, and the name and pronunciation matched.

"...Okay, I understand." Ji Mo responded to both messages simultaneously, and said frankly, "I am not a hero, I am here to find someone. That person's final location is in this world."

Zhang Qixuan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but wonder who Ji Mo was looking for.

He just said "finally located in this world"... Does that mean he can travel across worlds?

"He and I come from the same world," Ji Mo originally wanted to say "Sanchuan Tailor Shop," but considering that Zhang Qixuan might not know about the organization, he simply lied about his identity, "...I am a police officer. Although he is not my mission target, I have an obligation to bring him back."

"Why should I? I'm doing just fine here!" Zhang Qixuan didn't even doubt that Ji Mo was a policeman. After all, the only world he had ever lived in was his hometown and this world, and it was hard for him to imagine that there were other modern worlds.

"Because you are a minor."

"But in light novels, most of the time travelers are minors!"

"So after they saved the other world and returned home, they became unemployed vagrants with no education or experience," Ji Mo argued earnestly.

"I can use magic now, who cares about that piece of paper!" Zhang Qixuan shouted, holding his sword upright. A raging flame instantly rose from his hand, enveloping the entire blade. He casually flung it into the open ground, as if venting his anger by slashing a two-meter-deep gash.

Zhang Qixuan's arrogance was almost palpable; his superior intelligence told him that he could solve problems with superpowers.

Why do I always run into kids like this, so impulsive and emotional? Ji Mo sighed and casually picked up an inconspicuous pebble from beside his feet. He didn't even aim carefully; he just tossed it aimlessly into the distant wilderness.

The next second, a huge cloud of smoke and explosion suddenly rose from the horizon, followed by a deafening roar. The violent shockwave even reached the village, whipping up the hems of everyone's clothes.

Ji Mo then calmly turned to the already stiff Zhang Qixuan, her tone devoid of any emotion:

"Do you think the stability of today's society is maintained only through the benevolence of returnees like yourself?"

Zhang Qixuan was speechless.

"It seems you're all right." Ji Mo calmly looked at the priestess and recited the legal provisions popularized during the first program: "The laws of our world clearly stipulate that any individual or organization that, regardless of whether it's under the pretext of 'saving the world,' 'becoming the chosen one,' or providing 'invincible cheat codes,' induces or coerces a minor to travel through time without the written consent of their legal guardian, is committing a serious illegal act."

He looked at Zhang Qixuan again, his tone softening: "If I'm not mistaken, you came here without your parents' permission. As a minor, even if you want to stay and continue being a hero, you must first come back with me and get your parents' permission."

Zhang Qixuan, of course, did not seek his parents' consent. Before transmigrating, he simply did not believe it was real, taking it only as meeting a fellow enthusiast who shared his love for otherworldly adventure stories.

A fellow enthusiast casually asked him if he wanted to save the world and even reached out his hand to him.

How could he possibly refuse a hand extended by a beautiful, sweet-voiced, and elegant woman with similar interests?

This was the first time in Zhang Qixuan's life that he had held the hand of a woman other than his mother. The moment he held her hand, before he could even think, "So soft," he was instantly possessed, without even having time to say a word.

Now, sending him back to consult his parents? Even a fool would know that his parents would never allow him to go to the other world. Only when he realized that violence was unacceptable would Zhang Qixuan's mind consider possibilities other than using superpowers, and he would begin to doubt Ji Mo's identity. He had never heard of the police handling cases of time travel to another world.

Just as Zhang Qixuan was about to raise his questions, the priestess spoke up: "Of course I know this law!"

Zhang Qixuan turned his head stiffly, a question mark slowly emerging in his mind.

So I'm the only one who doesn't know the law? Wait, why would you know the laws of my world?!