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In the end, Ji Mo did not provoke the priestess, but only warned her to put this realm under close observation, and that if similar incidents were discovered again, he would not be the only one to be investigated.

As the priestess said, the royal methods here are despicable, but compared to the world natives who bought You Tianding's place, they are already among the best choices for transmigrators from the mortal realm.

It's not that they're so outstanding, but that their peers are just awful.

"I touched that person's hand and then I was transported to another world..." Ji Mo murmured about Zhang Qixuan's method of time travel, finally remembering where the previous sense of déjà vu came from.

Physical contact is a prerequisite for transmission.

Hearing Ji Mo's information, Chen Zhuzhu couldn't help but wonder, "Is it difficult to use teleportation abilities in our world? Why do you say we can't break through our spatial blockade?"

"As I've already said, our border checks are very strict. The world isn't separated by just a sea, so the significance of this border is, of course, from the perspective of the overall space."

"Then..." Chen Zhuzhu still had many questions.

"Stop, we're getting off-topic. If you have any questions, go read the book yourself. Just know that locals, whether they want to or not, aren't actually that easy to take away." Jiu Chonglou's patience was wearing thin. He rubbed his tightly furrowed brows and reported the information he knew: "I've looked into that Bridge State Immigration Bureau. It's a relatively new organization that's only been around for about two hundred years. They claim to be dedicated to providing low-cost immigration for people who want to go to another world to start a new life. It's a fairly well-known cross-border immigration bureau."

The number of known small worlds has exceeded three thousand, but only a handful can be considered peaceful, prosperous, and convenient.

Whether it's pollution, resource scarcity, or the fact that the ruling authorities are inhumane yet have powerful backers who can't be overthrown, there are plenty of reasons to blame.

Seeing that their hometown is beyond saving, or that they will never amount to anything in this lifetime, it's not surprising that they would have the idea of ​​escaping to another world.

But as mentioned earlier, what separates worlds is not the ocean, nor is it something that can be accomplished by building a raft and hoping for the favor of fate to allow ocean currents to carry you to the other side.

Those who have the ability to cross the void alone rarely feel hopeless about life and think it's better to go to another world for a fresh start.

In this context, organizations like immigration bureaus came into being.

The high-end immigration bureau serves the local ruling class, offering everything from providing pre-apocalyptic resources in packages and granting similar global citizenship to those who have lost political struggles and are fleeing to other worlds to seek opportunities to make a comeback.

Low-end immigration bureaus are closer to large-scale slave trade, using immigration as a pretext to go to worlds where slavery still exists, buying slaves in batches and reselling them to worlds that do not have slavery but want a large amount of cheap labor.

Bridge State Immigration Bureau's choice is stuck in the middle.

People who try to have their cake and eat it too often end up losing badly, but Bridge State Immigration is an exception; they've really made a killing.

Whether they were from the upper class or ordinary people, everyone praised its services.

"Because it's the Immigration Bureau, it's normal for its members to be diverse, coming from different worlds." Jiu Chonglou stated his speculation, rubbing his forehead and admitting his mistake: "The Immigration Bureau's cross-border immigration is basically based on tools and technology, and has nothing to do with whether the person has teleportation skills or what level they are, so it is indeed possible that there are ordinary people or low-level superhumans among them."

Rather, it is precisely because they are ordinary people or low-level superhumans that they understand better what the locals think about the outside world, and they know better how to beautify their rhetoric to induce them to immigrate voluntarily.

If it were a high-level superhuman, like Jiu Chonglou, she could never empathize with the idea that people who couldn't even make it in a peaceful, lawless world could possibly make a name for themselves in a chaotic, hierarchical other world.

Please, you didn't accidentally travel to another world; you actively immigrated. Wouldn't a small world that accepts immigrants have something specifically designed to target idealistic geniuses?

"So, are we going to cause trouble for this immigration bureau now?" Chen Zhuzhu asked timidly.

Ji Mo and Jiu Chonglou exchanged a glance.

"Of course, we have no reason to ignore those who need help, right?" Jiu Chonglou said cheerfully. "The hotline for the program can't be occupied for no reason. Requests for help also need a result."

"I've already had people from both worlds file complaints against the Qiaobang Immigration Bureau and question them under the guise of the program, scheduling an appointment for the Immigration Bureau at 3 PM tomorrow," Ji Mo agreed. "Your earlier decision not to use Sanchuan's name on the program was indeed a good idea."

"Oh, you've gone bad too?" Jiu Chonglou raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding: "You should have told the people from those two worlds not to talk too much, especially the people from the second world."

"Yes, I gave you a warning beforehand."

"Wait, what are you talking about? I don't understand." Chen Zhuzhu was completely bewildered, truly feeling like a pig who couldn't understand human speech.

"Simply put, you have the day off tomorrow," Jiu Chonglou concluded definitively. "And he and I are going fishing."

……

Watching Chen Zhuzhu leave, looking completely bewildered, the atmosphere grew cold again.

Jiu Chonglou gazed in the direction she had left, his brows furrowed. There were some things he could only say when she wasn't present: "Perhaps we shouldn't have recruited her. The intensity of the missions in Sanchuan is too much for her."

At Sanchuan Tailor Shop, even those in purely clerical positions must possess the ability to command respect through force.

Domineering and being hated often coexist. While you can use your strength to be domineering and make people bow down, you must also be prepared to be targeted when you are weak one day.

Now, Chen Zhuzhu is even more suited to the debuff of "pitiful, weak, and helpless" than Jiu Chonglou.

"She's only been with us for less than two weeks, give her some time."

"Personality isn't something that can be changed by time. Only events can teach people to change, but by then it's too late." Jiu Chonglou curled his lip, unconvinced: "Aren't you the same way?"

If it weren't for the arrival of the Grim Reaper, Ji Mo would probably still be hoping to live as an ordinary person and would ignore the extraordinary events he kept encountering.

The cost is also obvious.

Ji Mo remained noncommittal.

……

Chen Zhuzhu's return was quite unfortunate; she bumped into her mother at the doorstep.

"...Mom?" Her throat tightened, afraid that her mother's next question would be, "Where have you been these past three days?"

"What are you doing standing at the door? Forgot your keys again?" Chen's mother asked with a puzzled look. She took out her keys to unlock the door and nagged, "Didn't I tell you to bring your keys before you left? Did you ignore me again? Fine, I'll let it go since you've been working so hard lately. Come in, I bought your favorite pork ribs today, we'll make soup later."

Chen Zhuzhu stood there stunned. Jiu Chonglou's promise that her family wouldn't find out about the problem had really come true. Not only did her mother not suspect anything, but she also automatically filled in the details of her being at home.

Just like when she was abducted onto the eerie train, her best friend in real life thought she was always by her side.

Chen Zhuzhu shuddered, realizing once again the power of high-level superhumans, who could easily overturn and rationalize the lives of ordinary people.

"To put it in a better light, at least I can ask Miss Jiu for help. If something really happens to me, I can maintain this facade until I see my parents off in their final days..." Chen Zhuzhu became more and more uncertain as she spoke. The fear of death was like a shadow under the light, always lingering in her mind.

"Aren't you coming in?" Chen's mother urged.

"They're here."

Chen Zhuzhu tiptoed a couple of times, quickly took off her shoes, and when she passed the Bodhisattva statue on the altar, she hesitated for a moment, but still chose to put her hands together and mutter, "Bodhisattva, please bless me, Bodhisattva, please bless me."