My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

"This...this is Earth? This is the hero's homeland?"

Yin Xue's voice was full of disbelief. She flew to the screen and poked the roof of a yellow taxi on the screen with her little finger.

"I thought Earth was like this world, how come there are so many tall buildings? What are those metal boxes? How come they're moving so fast? What's that line in the middle of the road?"

She rattled off a long string of questions, her voice filled with undisguised shock.

As a demon lord who once roamed the continent with impunity, she had seen many magnificent sights, but no city could compare to the steel forest before her.

Zhou Yue didn't speak, but he was unusually agitated.

This veteran, who had experienced the Long March, traveled to another world, and lived for nearly a hundred years, was trembling at this moment.

His impression of the Earth was still stuck in the 1930s.

That era of war and devastation.

Devastation is the norm, and displacement is a habit.

But the dazzlingly prosperous city before him was a completely different world from the suffering homeland he remembered.

"This...this is..."

Zhou Yue's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Mo noticed his shock and said calmly, "Yes, this is the country you once protected."

Zhou Yue was startled.

The outline of the phantom trembled violently a few times.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but in the end he said nothing.

He stood there in front of the light screen, looking at the tall buildings, the traffic, and the crowds.

In the end, he only uttered two words.

"It was worth it."

As Zhou Yue finished speaking, the image on the light screen began to shrink.

The camera slowly pans down from the city skyline, passing over overpasses and commercial streets, over rows of plane trees, and finally lands steadily in front of a street-facing bakery.

It was a very ordinary cake shop with a small storefront. There were discount and promotion stickers on the glass door, and a row of birthday cake samples were displayed in the window.

There was only one customer in the store, a boy wearing a high school uniform.

He wasn't very tall, was rather thin, and had his hair shaved very short, revealing a clean-cut face.

The boy would occasionally tiptoe to look behind him, seemingly waiting for the boss to make the cake.

Yin Xue perched on Lin Mo's shoulder, tilting her head to examine the boy in the light screen, a hint of suspicion flashing in her red eyes.

"This kid...could he be a god?"

Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

He stared at the boy's face in the picture for a long time, his brows furrowing slightly.

"If what is sealed inside this ball of light is indeed the memory of a god... then this boy is most likely the god himself."

Lin Mo spoke slowly.

"Is this what gods look like?"

Yin Xue couldn't help but move closer, staring at the boy's school uniform for a long time, her little face full of confusion.

"That's true, the people from your world are basically all different from when they were first summoned... Wait a minute!"

Yin Xue suddenly remembered something: "Could the so-called gods also be heroes?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo frowned even more deeply.

"No, the timing doesn't match."

Yin Xue blinked.

"What doesn't match?"

Lin Mo began to explain.

"The god only began summoning heroes three thousand years ago after defeating Ironclad. How could he possibly come from modern Earth?"

Lin Mo raised his finger and pointed to the school uniform worn by the boy in the light screen.

"I wore a similar outfit in high school. The time difference between this and when I was summoned is at most a few years."

Yin Xue finally realized what was happening.

"If he really is a god, then he was only summoned in recent years? If he's not a god, why is this memory stored in such an important place? My mind is so confused."

Compared to the two's confusion, Mianmian was quite focused at this moment.

Her eyes lit up as she stared at the cake shop window in the light screen, drooling over the cakes.

Just then, a voice came from the light screen.

"Hello, your cake is ready."

This sentence drew their attention back to the light screen.

The cake shop employee handed a packaged cake to the boy.

At the same time, a voice suddenly came from the entrance of the cake shop.

"Gao Yang!"

The boy instinctively turned around.

A man in his thirties, wearing glasses, walked briskly across the street.

When the boy saw the person who came, he was stunned for a moment, then grinned embarrassedly and unconsciously scratched the back of his head with the hand holding the cake.

"Teacher? What are you doing here?"

The man called "Old Teacher" walked up to him, looked at the cake box in his hand, then at the school uniform he was still wearing, and raised an eyebrow.

"Is today your birthday?"

Gao Yang quickly shook his head, his smile a little naive.

"No, no, it's not my birthday."

He glanced down at the cake in his hand, his voice softening slightly.

"Today is my sister's birthday. I lied to her and said that I had extra classes at school and couldn't come home to celebrate with her, so I could surprise her. She was really angry with me on the phone."

The homeroom teacher couldn't help but laugh when she saw him like this, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You little rascal, you really care about your sister. How old is she this year?"

"Six years old." Gao

Yang held up six fingers and gestured.

The scene then shifts to Gao Yang walking home.

He walked quickly, carrying the cake high as he went, afraid of bumping it against the roadside railings or utility poles.

Finally, we arrived at the stairwell of an ordinary residential building.

He rushed up to the fourth floor, stood in front of a security door with the character "福" (fortune) pasted on it, and took a deep breath.

He straightened the crooked bow on the cake box, then raised his hand to knock on the door.

dong dong dong.

The door opened.

The house was brightly lit, and a lot of dishes were already laid out on the coffee table in the living room. Several relatives were sitting on the sofa chatting and eating sunflower seeds, while someone was unpacking a beverage box.

His aunt opened the door, and her smile froze when she saw Gao Yang standing there.

"You came back alone? Where's your sister?"

My aunt's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

Gao Yang's movement as she stepped through the door froze in mid-air, the cake still held high in her hand.

"Isn't she at home?"

The relatives in the room were silent for a few seconds.

The aunt sitting on the sofa put down the sunflower seeds she was holding.

"This child heard that you couldn't come back to celebrate her birthday because of tutoring this afternoon, so she stayed in her room for a long time. Later, while your mother was cooking in the kitchen, she secretly opened the door and ran out. Your parents have already gone out to look for her."

The cake box in Gao Yang's hand sank downwards.

He didn't have time to think and turned to run outside, forgetting to put the cake down.

His aunt called out from behind, "Slow down," but he didn't hear her at all.

He jogged along the road to school, looking around frantically in the street.

When Gao Yang reached the last intersection in front of the school, he suddenly stopped.

A large crowd had gathered across the street.

In the green area on the outskirts of the crowd, a twisted and deformed bicycle lay on the curb, its front wheel still slowly turning.

Gao Yang stood frozen in place, his face turning pale.